A young girl in a red cloak with a double ponytail saw it and walked over. She didn't like snowball fights, but wanted to make snowmen with others, so she stepped forward and asked, "Are you making snowmen?"
Yan QingChi nodded.
The little girl asked timidly: "Then can I play with you?"
Yan QingChi looked at QiQi, QiQi pouted reluctantly.
Yan QingChi smiled and said to the little girl: "No, we two plan to build a snowman by our own efforts, thank you for your help, but we have to do our own things, so let's do it ourselves first, you are really a Little kind girl."
The little girl pursed her mouth and smiled, and said softly, "Then call me if you need help, and I'll go and make one by myself."
"Okay."
Yan QingChi saw her leaving, looked back at QiQi, and blinked at him.
QiQi pursed his mouth, and said embarrassedly, "Daddy, isn't it a bad idea for me?"
Wearing gloves on his little hands, he patted the snowball, lowered his head, and blamed himself.
Yan QingChi whispered: "No, everyone has their own thoughts. It's normal for QiQi not to want her to play with us. QiQi is happy."
QiQi heard him say this, and then he relaxed and explained: "QiQi hasn't built a snowman with Daddy yet, so I want to build a snowman with Daddy, no other people. When the next time, QiQi can build a snowman with the kids. ."
Yan QingChi said "Uh", "Daddy has never piled up with QiQi, so Daddy also wants to pile up with QiQi to make a snowman that belongs to the two of us."
QiQi bent his eyes and smiled, did not speak, and continued to pile up snowmen.
After a lot of effort, the two people finally piled up 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 he took the phone and wondered if he would go back again. Jiang MoChen probably should be anxious again. After that, he took QiQi back home.
QiQi was still a little bit reluctant to snowman, and asked him, "Can't you take it home?"
"No, the snowman is about to melt when you take it home."
QiQi looked back at the snowman behind him in three steps, and asked him reluctantly, "Can I come down to see it in a while?"
"Yes, we will come down later."
"Yeah." QiQi said happily.
Jiang MoChen saw from the window upstairs that the two of them had had enough fun and were finally ready to return to the house. He was relieved and went to the kitchen to continue learning to cook. It's really too worrying, he thought, before, I only had to worry about one, but now it's fine, I have to worry about two, ah no, it's three, it's really a sweet burden.
The meal that night was made by Jiang MoChen. The meal was very simple, with preserved egg and lean meat porridge plus Yan QingChi's buns wrapped by Yan Mother.
In the kitchen, Jiang MoChen called Yan QingChi in to taste it, and said with a guilty conscience, "This is my first time cooking, so the cooking is relatively simple and the taste is average. Please bear with it."
Yan QingChi looked at him, took a spoon and took a spoonful of porridge, "I will try it first."
Jiang MoChen was a little nervous for a moment, staring at Yan QingChi, "Is it... OK?"
Yan QingChi looked at him nervously, 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 thinking at that time , You are really the habit of the young master, I did not expect that one day, I was still in this room, and I actually ate the food you cooked." Yan QingChi "tsk", "It's really expensive for a father to depend on his son." He teased Tao.
Jiang MoChen heard this, but his color slowly changed. He looked at Yan QingChi and asked in a puzzled manner, "Do you think I am learning to do this because of a child? It is good for you?"
Yan QingChi didn't expect that he would ask like this, a bit dumbfounded "ah".
Jiang MoChen reviewed the relationship between them. Indeed, Aunt Zhang was cooking before. Yan QingChi occasionally cooks a few dishes to give them a different taste. But I have never been to cook, or even expressed the meaning in this regard.
He started to learn to cook, and even wanted to learn to cook. It was after Yan QingChi became pregnant. He had a child and was inconvenient. They did not intend to let Aunt Zhang stay at home, so he proposed to cook by himself. But this was not because of the child in Yan QingChi's stomach, but because he felt sorry for him.
He looked at Yan QingChi and said seriously: "QingChi, I think you have misunderstood something."
"Huh?" Yan QingChi was puzzled.
"I didn't want to learn how to cook because you were pregnant. I had a baby. I wanted to learn how to cook for the sake of the baby. Of course, the trigger was after you became pregnant, but in the final analysis, it was just because you were pregnant. Although it's a shame to say this sentence, but since I was an adult, many people want to give birth to me. If I want children, then, even if I like boys, I will now have my own The biological child."
Yan QingChi didn't expect that one of his ridicules would attract Jiang MoChen's serious explanation, 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 learn to take care of you is not because I care about the child in your stomach. Of course, I still care about this child, but more I am afraid that you will be uncomfortable during pregnancy, so I want you to be as comfortable as possible. If something happens to you and your child, and you can only choose one between the two, I will choose you without hesitation, you understand ?"
Yan QingChi heard him speak more and more seriously, regretting for a while that he shouldn't say so much. He approached Jiang MoChen, stretched out his hand and took his arm, "Okay, I see, I just joked with you, how can I think of it? You explained it to me so seriously. Let's skip this topic. I think the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is delicious. You have a gift for cooking."
Jiang MoChen smiled slightly, "You like it."
"Then I'll call QiQi, you take the meal out, let's eat."
"it is good."
Yan QingChi heard him answer, turned around and went out of the kitchen to call QiQi. Jiang MoChen turned his head to look at his back, and slowly took QiQi and his bowl out of the cupboard.
The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, Jiang MoChen didn't expect Yan QingChi to have such a word in his heart. He stopped the movements of his hands for a while, only felt that the time of the child's arrival was indeed a bit inappropriate. ——He has sent the final draft of the ring to the designer and asked him to contact the production department to produce it as soon as possible. Jiang MoChen intends to rush to Valentine's Day, or a little later, using these rings to propose to Yan QingChi in April and May, but now it seems that even if he gets the ring, he is not suitable for marriage proposal.
When he had no children, he proposed to Yan QingChi. He can tell Yan QingChi generously and tell everyone that he likes him and simply likes him, so he hopes that he can be with him forever. But once he has a child, everything changes. Even if he can still tell Yan QingChi openly, tell everyone that he just likes Yan QingChi, but can other people, even Yan QingChi himself, believe it?
Do you feel that you are only looking at your children?
Jiang MoChen didn't like such assumptions, but Yan QingChi's joke today made him have to worry.
Their feelings should have nothing to do with the children, but from their love, but now they are mixed with children's factors. This gave Jiang MoChen a headache, and even wanted to move the proposal back. He only likes Yan QingChi who is Yan QingChi, not Yan QingChi who is pregnant with his child. If he proposes now, Yan QingChi or others will misunderstand his likes, then he can wait until Yan QingChi takes the child After he was born, he only existed as Yan QingChi again. At that time, he proposed to him again.
Jiang MoChen made this decision almost instantaneously. That's good, he thought, if he really only cares about the child, then Yan QingChi who gave birth to the child should be worthless, let alone propose, he should even treat him. Ignore it, ignore it. You don't see many actresses who try to use their children to marry into wealthy families. After giving birth, they all go to mothers to keep children. The children grow up in wealthy families. The mother has no status in her life, but is sent a check after birth.
If he really proposes marriage after Yan QingChi has a child, then at that time, whether Yan QingChi or other people, he should see clearly who he really cares about. Jiang MoChen felt a little better when he thought of this, but it was a pity, he thought, it was a pity that Yan QingChi had to wait for a while.
He felt a little regretful thinking about this.
Jiang MoChen filled the porridge and served it out, then put the hot buns on the plate and served it out.
QiQi was already seated at the dining table. Yan QingChi saw that there was no dipping sauce on the table, so he went into the kitchen to adjust three bowls of dipping sauce and brought them out.
"Let's eat." He looked at the simple food on the table, stretched out his chopsticks and clamped a bun, but it was not placed on the plate in front of QiQi, but on the plate of Jiang MoChen. "Thank you for the chef today. , The chef has worked hard, please keep working hard in the future."
Jiang MoChen smiled and said warmly: "Okay."
At night, when it was still snowing in the sky, QiQi glanced at his snowman for the last time, looked at it after being covered with snow and looked "fat" a lot, giggled for a while, and stretched out his finger to show Yan QingChi "Look, Daddy, he has gained weight."
Yan QingChi thought his statement was very interesting, so he smiled and responded, "Yes, maybe the little snowman has also eaten."
QiQi turned to look at him, "But QiQi has eaten too, QiQi is not fat."
"So QiQi is great." Yan QingChi coaxed him, "Well, QiQi and Little Snowman say goodbye, it's time to sleep."
QiQi waved at the little snowman, reluctantly left, and went back to the room to sleep.
Yan QingChi watched him close his eyes, turned off the light, and returned to his bedroom. He looked at the heavy snow flying 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, plus the sentence he ridiculed in the kitchen afterwards. 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 in the afternoon?"
"It was with QiQi, not with you."
Jiang MoChen laughed when he heard the words, "Why, you want to watch the snow with me?"
Yan QingChi looked at him, "Can't it?"
"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 must be in charge of everything, fearing that I will fall and that I will be frozen."
"So you think, now that I accompany you out, I won't care about it?"
"Of course not," Yan QingChi approached him, "It's just that now I am willing to let you take care of it." He looked at Jiang MoChen, "So, do you want to go out with me to watch the snow?"
His tone was gentle, and his eyes were full of warm light. Jiang MoChen looked at him and nodded without principle, "Yeah."
Just as Yan QingChi thought, Jiang MoChen was indeed afraid that he would fall and that he would be frozen. The down jacket, scarf and hat are no less, Yan QingChi was a little helpless, "I am simply an enlarged version of QiQi."
"Then you don't have QiQi to listen to me." Jiang MoChen said.
Yan QingChi smiled, "But I know you better than QiQi."
Jiang MoChen smiled when he heard the words, "Let's go, go out."
The snow in the sky was still falling, Yan QingChi watched, turned to look at Jiang MoChen, "Is it romantic?"
"To be honest, I have never understood very much, what is romantic about snowy days." Jiang MoChen said.
Yan QingChi thought for a while, "It's not romantic in snowy days, who is romantic by your side."
Jiang MoChen looked at him, "That's really romantic."
"Do you want to play a snowball fight?" Yan QingChi asked him.
Jiang MoChen chuckled lightly, "How old am I."
"But I want to play."
Yan QingChi said that a snowball was thrown at him. Jiang MoChen was about to say that he saw another snowball coming. Jiang MoChen saw this and 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. As expected, they were all wet.
"Are your hands cold?" He said, and took off the gloves on Yan QingChi's hands. "My mother said, you should not be cold during this period of time, and it is best to keep your hands and feet warm."
Jiang MoChen said, unfolding his down jacket, put his hand in it, put it on his sweater, and carefully covered it.
Yan QingChi looked at him, slowly feeling warm in his heart.
Seeing him not speaking, Jiang MoChen thought he felt that he was overly nervous, and said: "You said it yourself, you are willing to let me take care of it now."
Yan QingChi was a little bit sad for a while, he earned his hands, Jiang MoChen felt his movement, and loosened the hands that had been holding his wrists, and then Yan QingChi circled his waist, chin against his shoulders , Hugged him.
Jiang MoChen was a little surprised, stretched out his hand and hugged 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 everything for my own good, and that everything you do is because you care about me. Although this is a bit difficult for me to adapt, I will try to adapt. I don't I will know that you are worried but will not let you follow, I promise."
Jiang MoChen thought what happened to him. He didn't expect it was just because of the afternoon. "It's okay. I didn't blame you. I have been a little nervous recently. I know, you don't need to care."
"Then we all give way. Don't let me do anything. Treat me as a sick person and I will listen to you. If you are really worried, I won't do it."
"it is good."
Yan QingChi hugged him. It was a pity, "In the afternoon, it was actually quite lively. There were many children. QiQi also made a snowman with me. Unfortunately, I didn't let you down."
Jiang MoChen leaned close to him, with his forehead pressed against his forehead, "However, I prefer the two of us together rather than lively. A group of people playing in the snow is called lively and fun; two people are walking in the snow and talking. Words, snowball fights, this is romance. I like romance."
Yan QingChi felt that he was really gentle, he lifted his head gently, and kissed Jiang MoChen.
Jiang MoChen hugged him and kissed, the snowflakes in the sky are still falling lightly, falling on the green holly, on the dry branches, on the white bench, on the snowmen piled by QiQi , Also fell on them both.
Jiang MoChen hugged the person in his arms and chuckled. After kissing, he kissed Yan QingChi's ear and said softly, "Now, I also feel that the snowy day is very romantic."
Yan QingChi thought that the snow would last all night, but it didn't. The snow stopped before zero o'clock. In the morning of the next day, the sun was even higher in the sky, radiating its own light and heat rare.
QiQi got up in the morning and saw that the snowman he had piled melted, he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, looking at Yan QingChi pitifully. Yan QingChi touched his head, "When the sun comes out, there will be no snow, so the little snowman is gone."
QiQi exhaled, "Can't the sun come out later?"
"No, the sky won't shine until the sun comes out, and if the sky doesn't shine, there are many things that everyone can't do."
QiQi was still a little sad after hearing this.
Yan QingChi comforted him, "Didn't we take a picture of the little snowman yesterday? Then today, shall we draw it according to the picture?"
QiQi became happy when he heard him say this, "Well, let's paint."
Yan QingChi rubbed his hair, only to feel that the emotions of the child really came and went quickly, and it was also very good.
So Yan QingChi called Jiang MoChen, and QiQi 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 warm happiness, Yuan Mingxu's year is not so good.
He looked at the man hugging the left and right in front of him, and listened to the noisy and chaotic voices in the bar. A heart seemed to be immersed in ice water. It was so cold that a layer of fine ice dregs formed, and the appearance was rough. Breaking through the soft inside made him feel painful but ironic. How could he really hope for him? How could he really feel that he fell in love with himself! Yuan Mingxu found it ridiculous, but couldn't laugh. He didn't speak, and turned around and left.
Only Zhou Yixing, who was shocked, was left. After he left, he chased him out as if he had just awakened from a dream. While calling him, "Xiaoxu," while anxiously said, "Listen to me!"