twenty-three:
Yan Qingchi opened his eyes, and saw Qiqi was looking at him, his mouth was tightly pursed, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were wide open, and his black and white cat eyes were full of sadness. There seemed to be tears coming. Yan Qingchi looked at him, feeling distressed.
He shook his head and said softly, "How come, there is no absolute right or wrong when speaking, so why don't you like chess?"
Qiqi didn't speak, just looked at him sadly.
"Qiqi," Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you like yourself? Do you think other people, me or your father, like you?"
Qiqi didn't know, he didn't know whether Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi liked him, how much they liked him, his mother also told him that she loved the baby the most, but she still left him. The love of adults seems to be difficult to figure out. There are always people who come to the courtyard saying that they like them the most, but they will still leave, and they will suddenly go back when they agreed to take them home, so Qiqi doesn’t know what the adults said. I don't know if my liking is true, and I don't know if others really like him.
He looked at Yan Qingchi in confusion, unable to speak, and looked like he was about to cry.
"Qiqi, do you remember what your real name is?"
"Jiang Zhiqi."
"Yes, then do you know what the word 'zi' in your name means?"
Chess shook his head.
"It means 'of', Jiang Zhiqi is Jiang Mochen's chess." He stroked his hair, "So, you will always be your father's child, his chess, his child, Do you understand?"
Qiqi doesn't understand very well, "How far is it forever?"
"It's far away, your whole life, your father's whole life."
"How far is a lifetime?"
Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "You are only 5 years old now, and you will grow up in the future. When you are 15 years old, it is also his chess and chess, and it is his child. When you are 50 years old, it is also his chess and chess."
"Is it 500 years old too?"
Yan Qingchi was amused by his childish words, "Yes, if Qiqi can grow to be 500 years old."
"Can Qiqi grow to be 500 years old?" Qiqi asked him.
"Yes," Yan Qingchi said nonsense with his eyes open, "Qiqi can grow up to many years old."
"Is it okay to grow up to be 1,000 years old like the wise old man?"
"Yes." Yan Qingchi nodded with a smile, "No matter how old you are, you will always be his chess piece."
After hearing this, Qiqi slowly revealed a shy, gentle and happy smile.
"So Qiqi, me, your father, we all like you very much. Do you know?"
Qiqi looked at him for a long time, then slowly, slowly nodded.
"But it's not enough for us to like you, you also have to like yourself."
"How do I like myself?" Qiqi asked him, "Aren't I already me? How else can I like me?"
"It's very simple, be nice to yourself, believe in yourself, and be brave. Tell yourself every day that your father and dad like you very much, your grandparents like you very much, and your aunt likes you very much, so Qiqi also likes you. I like myself very much. When you encounter something you like, you can tell others. If you are shy, you can tell your father in a low voice. When you encounter something you don’t like, you can also tell others. Isn’t it very simple?”
Qiqi thought for a while, leaned on his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "What if the father I like doesn't like it?"
"It doesn't matter, Qiqi is a child, and my father is a big friend. Of course, children and big friends like different things. Just like Qiqi likes red bean paste buns, but dad likes meat buns. Dad will be angry because Qiqi doesn't like meat buns. ?"
Chess shook his head.
"Will you be angry because Qiqi likes to eat bean paste buns?"
Chess still shook his head.
"So, look, it's all right, isn't it?"
Qiqi thought for a while, and was surprised to find out, "Really."
He sat on Yan Qingchi's lap, tilted his head and thought for a while, "Father doesn't watch animations, but he doesn't get angry when he watches animations."
"He is your father, so naturally he won't be angry about this."
Qiqi seemed to realize that he didn't say anything, and tried his best to conform to the preferences of the two adults in the family, but in fact, he still did something different from them. He watches cartoons, goes to bed early, likes to eat sweets, and also likes to play, but neither his father nor his father said anything about him because of these. He seemed to have finally solved his long-standing troubles, and his whole body brightened up, "But," he was a little confused, "Xiaojing's new mother doesn't like what Xiaojing likes she doesn't like."
What he said was a bit convoluted, but Yan Qingchi knew what he wanted to say, he kissed Qiqi, and answered the question with the simplest answer, "Because I am not Xiaojing's mother, I am Qiqi's father, so , I like whatever Qiqi likes."
Qiqi was immediately shy when he said it, she silently lowered her head, and then hugged him gently.
Outside the house, Jiang Mochen closed the door gently and did not go in. He leaned against the wall, bowed his head and smiled without a trace, and left.
Qiqi solved my long-standing troubles, and thought that I would go to the playground the next day, so I was very happy all day. When he was sleeping at night, he whispered to Yan Qingchi, "Dad, remember to wake me up early tomorrow."
Yan Qingchi pinched his face, "Got it, go to sleep."
Qiqi shook his hand and closed his eyes, "Good night, Dad, I'm going to sleep."
"Good night." Yan Qingchi kissed him and helped him cover the blanket.
As soon as he got up, Qiqi opened his eyes again because of the good night kiss, and looked at him with joy in his eyes.
"Go to sleep." He coaxed.
Qiqi shrank his head slightly into the blanket, and said in a sweet voice, "Good night, Dad."
"Good night."
Yan Qingchi turned off the light and walked out.