104 one zero four
Chapter one hundred and four:
A little girl with twin ponytails and a red cloak came over when she saw it. She didn't like to play snowball fights, but wanted to build snowmen with others, so she stepped forward and asked, "Are you building snowmen?"
Yan Qingchi nodded.
The little girl asked timidly, "Then can I play with you?"
Yan Qingchi looked at Qiqi, who pouted reluctantly.
Yan Qingchi smiled and said to the little girl: "No way, the two of us are going to build a snowman with our own efforts, thank you for your help, but we have to do our own things, so let's make it ourselves first, you really are A kind little girl."
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The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Then call me if you need help, and I'll go and make one myself."
"OK."
Seeing her leaving, Yan Qingchi looked back at Qiqi and winked at him.
Qiqi pursed his lips, and said embarrassedly, "Dad, is it not good for me to be like this?"
He patted the rolled snowball with his small gloved hands, lowered his head, and blamed himself a little.
Yan Qingchi said softly: "No, everyone has their own little thoughts. It's normal for Qiqi not to want her to play with us, as long as Qiqi is happy."
Hearing what he said, Qiqi felt relieved and explained: "Qiqi has never built a snowman with Dad, so I want to build a snowman with Dad, without other people. Wait until the next time, Qiqi can build a snowman with the children piled together."
Yan Qingchi said "hmm", "Dad has never piled up chess and chess, so Dad also wants to pile with chess and chess, and build a snowman belonging to the two of us."
Qiqi smiled with his eyes bent, and continued to make snowmen without saying a word.
After a lot of work, the two finally made the snowman. Yan Qingchi asked Qiqi to be on the other side, took a selfie with Qiqi and the snowman, and took a few separate photos of the snowman, then put away the phone, thinking that if he didn't go back, Jiang Mochen probably It was time to worry, so I took Qiqi back home.
Qiqi was still a little reluctant to part with Snowman, and asked him, "Can't I take it home?"
"No, the snowman will melt when you bring it home."
Qiqi looked back at the snowman behind him every three steps, and asked him reluctantly, "Can I come down to see it later?"
"Okay, we'll come down later."
"Hmm." Chess said cheerfully.
Jiang Mochen saw from the upstairs window that the two of them had had enough fun and were finally ready to go back to the house, so he was relieved and went to the kitchen to continue learning how to cook. It's really too much to worry about, he thought, before, he only had to worry about one, but now, he has to worry about two, ah no, it's three, it's really a sweet burden.
The meal that night was cooked by Jiang Mochen. The meal was very simple, preserved egg porridge with lean meat and the buns made by Yanmu for Yan Qingchi.
In the kitchen, Jiang Mochen called Yan Qingchi in to try the taste, and said with a guilty conscience, "This is my first time cooking, so the cooking is relatively simple and the taste is average. You can take it easy."
Yan Qingchi looked at him, took a spoonful of porridge, "I'll try it first."
Jiang Mochen was a little nervous for a moment, and kept staring at Yan Qingchi, "Is it... alright?"
Yan Qingchi looked at him with a tense expression, and shook his head with emotion, "Oh, I still remember the first time I came to this house, Aunt Zhang was cooking, you said you can't cook, I was cooking at that time I thought, you are really the habit of the young master, but I never thought that one day, in this room, I would actually eat the food you cooked." Yan Qingchi said "tsk", "It's true that father depends on son." he joked.
Jiang Mochen heard the words, but his expression slowly changed. He looked at Yan Qingchi, and asked with some puzzlement, "Do you think I learned to do this now because of the child? Is it good for you?"
Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to ask such a question, and let out an "ah" in a daze.
Jiang Mochen reviewed the relationship between them. Indeed, Aunt Zhang was cooking before, and Yan Qingchi would occasionally cook a few dishes to give them a change of taste. But I have never cooked before, and I haven't even revealed my intentions in this regard.
He started to learn to cook, or even wanted to learn to cook, after Yan Qingchi became pregnant. He had a child and was inconvenient. They didn't plan to let Aunt Zhang stay at home, so he proposed to cook by himself. But it's not because of the child in Yan Qingchi's belly, it's just because he loves him.
He looked at Yan Qingchi and said seriously: "Qingchi, I think you misunderstood something."
"Ah?" Yan Qingchi was puzzled.
"I didn't think about learning to cook because you were pregnant and had a child. Of course, the trigger point of the matter was after you became pregnant, but in the final analysis, it was just because you were the one who became pregnant. Although it is a bit shameless to say this, since I was an adult, there have been many people who want to have children for me. If I want children, then even if I like boys, I will have my own now. own child."
Yan Qingchi didn't expect his ridicule to attract such a serious explanation from Jiang Mochen, and quickly said: "I didn't mean that."
"I know, but I want to make it clear. The reason why I am nervous about you now and learning to take care of you is not because I care about the child in your womb - of course, I still care about this child, but more is I am afraid that you will be uncomfortable during pregnancy, so I want you to be as comfortable as possible. If one day, you and your child have an accident, and you can only choose one of the two, I will choose you without hesitation, do you understand? ?”
Yan Qingchi heard him talking more and more seriously, and for a moment regretted that he shouldn't have said so much, he approached Jiang Mochen, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, "Okay, I get it, I was just joking with you, what? Thinking of you explaining it to me so seriously. Let’s skip this topic, I think preserved egg and lean pork porridge is delicious, and you have a great talent for cooking.”
Jiang Mochen smiled slightly, "As long as you like it."
"Then I'll call Qiqi, you take out the meal, let's eat."
"it is good."
Yan Qingchi heard his answer, turned around and left the kitchen, and went to call Qiqi. Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at his back, and slowly took out the chess and his bowl from the cupboard.
The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener meant it. Jiang Mochen didn't expect that there was such a word in Yan Qingchi's heart. He stopped the movements of his hands for a while, only feeling that the time for this child to come was indeed a bit inappropriate. —He has already sent the final draft of the ring to the designer, asking him to contact the production department to make it out as soon as possible. Jiang Mochen planned to use this pair of rings to propose to Yan Qingchi on Valentine's Day, or a little later, in April and May, but now it seems that even if he got the ring, it is not suitable to propose.
When he proposed to Yan Qingchi when he had no children, he could tell Yan Qingchi openly and everyone that he liked him and simply liked him, so he hoped that he could be with him forever . But once he has a child, everything changes. Even if he can still tell Yan Qingchi openly and tell everyone that he just likes Yan Qingchi, other people, even Yan Qingchi himself, will Do you believe it
Do you feel that you are only looking for the sake of your children
Jiang Mochen didn't like such assumptions, but Yan Qingchi's joke today made him worry.
Their feelings should have nothing to do with their children, but only stemmed from liking, but now, they are mixed with children's factors. This gave Jiang Mochen a headache, and even wanted to move this proposal back. What he likes is only Yan Qingchi who is Yan Qingchi, not Yan Qingchi who is pregnant with his child. If he proposes marriage now, Yan Qingchi or others will misunderstand his liking, then he can wait until After Yan Qingchi gave birth to the child, he only existed as Yan Qingchi again. At that time, he proposed to him again.
Jiang Mochen made this decision almost instantly, so that's fine, he thought, if he really only cares about the child, then Yan Qingchi who gave birth to the child should be worthless, let alone a marriage proposal, he should even treat him badly Don't ask, don't pay attention. Don't you know how many actresses who try to use their children to marry rich families, after giving birth, they all leave their mothers and keep their children. The children grow up in wealthy families, and the mother has no status in her life, but is sent a check after giving birth.
If he really proposes after Yan Qingchi has a child, then at that time, whether Yan Qingchi or others, he should see clearly who he cares about. Thinking of this, Jiang Mochen felt a little better, but it's a pity, he thought, it's a pity that Yan Qingchi has to wait for a while.
Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful.
Jiang Mochen filled the porridge, took it out, and put the hot buns on a plate and took it out.
Qiqi had already sat down at the dining table, Yan Qingchi saw that there was no dipping sauce on the table, so he went into the kitchen to mix three bowls of dipping sauce, and brought them out.
"Let's eat." Looking at the simple food on the table, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a steamed stuffed bun, but it was not placed on the plate in front of Qiqi, but on Jiang Mochen's plate, "Thank you for today's chef , the chef has worked hard, please continue to work hard in the future."
Jiang Mochen smiled, and said in a warm voice, "Okay."
At night, when it was still snowing, Qiqi took one last look at his snowman, seeing how "fat" it looked after being covered in white snow, giggled for a while, and pointed out his finger to Yanqing. Chi looked, "Dad, look, it has gained weight."
Yan Qingchi thought his statement was very interesting, so he responded with a smile, "Yes, maybe the little snowman has eaten too."
Qiqi turned to look at him, "But Qiqi also eats, so Qiqi is not fat."
"So Qiqi is very good." Yan Qingchi coaxed him, "Okay, Qiqi and Little Snowman say goodbye, it's time to go to bed."
Only then did Qiqi wave his hand at the little snowman, reluctantly left, and went back to his room to sleep.
Yan Qingchi watched as he closed his eyes, turned off the lights, and returned to his bedroom. He looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, thinking that this afternoon, he and Qiqi both went out to play in the snow, but left Jiang Mochen alone in the house, and with the words he joked in the kitchen afterwards, for a while I feel a little sorry for him.
He turned his head and asked Jiang Mochen, "Do you want to go out and see the snow?"
"Didn't you go out to play all afternoon?"
"That's chess and chess, not you."
Jiang Mochen laughed when he heard the words, "Why, do you want to see the snow with me?"
Yan Qingchi looked at him, "Isn't it possible?"
"Then you won't let me go in the afternoon."
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"That's what I know. If you go out to play with me, you will definitely have to worry about things. You are afraid that I will fall and freeze."
"So you think, now that I go out with you, I won't care about it?"
"Of course not," Yan Qingchi approached him, "It's just that I'm willing to let you take care of it now." He looked at Jiang Mochen, "So, do you want to go out with me to see the snow?"
His tone was gentle, and his eyes were filled with warm light. Jiang Mochen looked at him and nodded without principle, "Yeah."
Just as Yan Qingchi thought, Jiang Mochen was really afraid that he would fall and be frozen, so there was no shortage of down jackets, scarves and hats. Yan Qingchi felt a little helpless, "I'm just an enlarged version of chess now."
"Then you don't have chess to listen to me." Jiang Mochen said.
Yan Qingchi smiled, "But I understand you better than Qiqi."
Jiang Mochen laughed when he heard the words, "Let's go, let's go out."
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The snow in the sky was still falling one after another, Yan Qingchi looked at it, then turned to look at Jiang Mochen, "Is it romantic?"
"To be honest, I have never really understood what is so romantic about a snowy day." Jiang Mochen said.
Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "It's not romantic when it's snowing, who is by your side is the romantic one."
Jiang Mochen looked at him, "That's really quite romantic."
"Do you want to play snowball fights?" Yan Qingchi asked him.
Jiang Mochen chuckled, "How old am I?"
"But I want to play."
Yan Qingchi said, he rolled up a snowball and threw it at him, Jiang Mochen was about to talk to him, when he saw another snowball coming towards him, seeing this, Jiang Mochen had no choice but to play with him.
The two played for a while before Yan Qingchi finally gave up. Jiang Mochen walked over and touched his gloves, and sure enough, they were all wet.
"Are your hands cold?" He said, and took off the gloves on Yan Qingchi's hands, "My mother said, you can't catch cold during this time, and it's best to keep your hands and feet warm."
As Jiang Mochen said, he opened his down jacket, put his hand in it, stuck it on his sweater, and covered it carefully.
Yan Qingchi looked at him, feeling a little warm in his heart.
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Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Mochen thought that he felt that he was too nervous again, so he said: "You said it yourself, you are willing to let me take care of it now."
Yan Qingchi felt a little sad for a moment, he grabbed his hands, Jiang Mochen felt his movement, and loosened the hands that had been holding his wrists, then Yan Qingchi circled his waist, and pressed his chin against his shoulders, and hugged him.
Jiang Mochen was a little surprised, and reached out to hug him, "What's wrong with you?"
"I apologize to you," Yan Qingchi said, "whether it's not letting you come down to play with us this afternoon, or that joke in the kitchen."
He raised his head and looked at Jiang Mochen, "I know that you are doing it for my own good, and I know that everything you do is because you care about me. Although it is a bit difficult for me to adapt, I will work hard to adapt. I don't I will know that you are worried and not let you follow, I promise."
Jiang Mochen thought something was wrong with him, but he didn't expect that it was just because of what happened in the afternoon, "It's okay, I didn't blame you, I've been a little nervous recently, I know, you don't have to worry about it."
"Then let's make a compromise. Don't let me do anything. Treat me as a sick patient. I will listen to you. If you are really worried, I won't do it."
"it is good."
Yan Qingchi hugged him, a little regretful, "In the afternoon, it was actually quite lively here, there were many children, Qiqi and I built a snowman together, unfortunately, I didn't let you down."
Jiang Mochen leaned closer to him, and pressed his forehead against his, "But, I prefer the two of us together rather than the excitement. A group of people playing in the snow is lively and interesting; two people walking and talking in the snow , Snowball fights, this is romance. I like romance."
Yan Qingchi felt that he was really gentle, he raised his head slightly, and kissed Jiang Mochen.
Jiang Mochen hugged him and kissed him softly, the snowflakes in the sky were still falling lightly, falling on the green holly, on the dry branches, on the white bench, and on the snowman on the chess pile , also fell on them both.
Jiang Mochen hugged the person in his arms, chuckled, and after kissing, kissed Yan Qingchi's ear, and said softly, "Now, I also feel that snowing is very romantic."
Yan Qingchi thought that the snow would last all night, but it didn't, the snow stopped before midnight. The next morning, the sun hung high in the sky, emitting its own light and heat which was rare.
Qiqi woke up in the morning and saw the snowman he had built melted, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy, and looked at Yan Qingchi pitifully. Yan Qingchi patted his head, "When the sun comes out, there will be no one in the snow, so the little snowman will be gone."
Qiqi said angrily, "Can't the sun come out later?"
"No, the sky won't be bright until the sun comes out, and the sky won't be bright, and we won't be able to do many things."
Hearing this, Qiqi was still a little sad.
Yan Qingchi comforted him, "Didn't we take a photo of the little snowman yesterday? Then today, let's draw it according to the photo, shall we?"
Hearing what he said, Qiqi became happy, "Well, let's draw."
Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair, only to feel that children's emotions really come and go quickly, and they are easy to coax.
So, Yan Qingchi called Jiang Mochen, and together with Qiqi, they started their traditional painting time for a family of three.
However, as the saying goes, some people are happy and some are worried. Compared with Yan Qingchi's warmth and happiness, Yuan Mingxu's life this year has not been very good.
He looked at the man hugging left and right in front of him, and listening to the noisy and chaotic voices in the bar, his heart seemed to be immersed in ice water, so cold that a layer of fine ice slag formed, and his rough appearance was worn away. The soft inside was broken, which made him feel painful but ironic. How could he really hope for him? How could I really think that he fell in love with me! Yuan Mingxu thought it was ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh. He turned around and left without saying a word.
Only the shocked Zhou Yixing was left behind, and after he left, he chased him out as if waking up from a dream, calling him, "Xiao Xu," and anxiously said, "Listen to my explanation!"