"Creak … Bang …"
A door was pushed open, and Han Yan reached out to turn on the lights in the room. He hugged the baby, who was wrapped up tightly, with only her small nose and eyes exposed. He laughed and said, "Dang dang dang dang, baby, this is our home. Look, do you like it?"
Today was May 1st, Labor Day. The baby could finally leave the hospital. As a matter of fact, Han Yan had brought her back early in the morning. Han Yan had taken some time to deal with Wu Yue's funeral arrangements a few days ago. He moved the baby's things back and redecorated the room.
Han Yan rented a one-bedroom apartment. The apartment was located in a residential area of a public institution. The environment was good, the lighting was good, and the decoration was very comfortable. The rent was not expensive. It was only 800 yuan a month for 50 square meters. In a big city like Yang Cheng, it was like cabbage. At that time, Han Yan had received the house from a good senior when he graduated. His senior had left a lot of furniture inside.
Han Yan put the things away first. Then he unwrapped one of the two layers of quilts wrapped around the baby and put her on the bed in the bedroom. He was worried that the baby would catch a cold on the way home. Now that she was home, there was no need to cover her so tightly.
"Baby, look, this is your little bed. Look, isn't it beautiful?" Han Yan pointed to the crib next to his bed and said to the baby, "Your mother bought this for you! Sigh, you haven't seen your mother yet, have you? Your mother is also a pitiful person."
Han Yan took the baby to the desk. He opened the drawer and said, "It's okay. Let's live a good life. Look, these are your mother's diaries. And this hard drive, daddy sorted out some photos and information about your mother from her computer. When you grow up, daddy will show you, okay?"
The baby was too young to understand the sadness of an adult. She thought it was something fun and waved her little hands and cried.
Han Yan shook off his emotions. He closed the drawer and said with a smile, "Let's go to the living room."
The living room was the same as the bedroom. It was very clean, and the floor was spotless. Although Han Yan had purposely cleaned his house before, he was a bit of a clean freak. This kind of person would feel uncomfortable if he didn't clean his house for a few days, so he usually kept his house very clean.
"This is Dad's computer. It's a new Lenovo desktop!" This computer was originally installed in the bedroom. Han Yan felt that the radiation from the computer was not good for the baby's health, and he had to make room for the baby's crib, so Han Yan simply moved out the long computer table.
There was no TV in the living room. The previous owner had not installed one, and Han Yan felt that it was enough to have a computer, so it did not waste money to buy a TV for decoration. The computer desk was placed where the TV cabinet was originally. The length was just right. There was a big cabinet next to it. Han Yan opened the cabinet door on the right. There was a stack of baby clothes and a stack of soft towels neatly arranged inside. There were also two bags of diapers outside.
"Look, these are your clothes. Yesterday, Dad went to buy three more sets for you. They're all Disney brand goods! It cost Dad 300 yuan. Baby, do you like them?"
"Qingqing!" The baby responded with a confused monosyllabic sound.
"Hehe, Dad will take that as a yes!" Han Yan closed the cabinet door with a smile and turned around.
In the middle of the living room was a three-piece sofa set. It was said that the original owner had not used it for more than three years, but Han Yan specially went to buy a softer and more plush sofa set. He laid the baby down on the sofa. He leaned against the side, his neck against the back of the sofa, and tilted his head to look at the baby.
"Comfortable?" Han Yan stretched and smiled. "This sofa was left to Dad by the uncle who used to live here. You don't know, but every time your Uncle Mosquito came to Dad's place to play, he liked to occupy this big sofa."
Mosquito was Han Yan's best friend in university. He was a local of Yang Cheng, and his name was Song Zhiwen. This guy was considered the second generation of a small government official, but he was quite forthright and did not put on airs. When he was in university, he and Han Yan skipped classes, played basketball, and stayed up late to play games together. Before he graduated, he was a civil servant. Now, his life was quite comfortable, but he still lived at home. The feeling of living at home, in his words, was "confinement." Therefore, Song Zhiwen usually carried his computer over to Han Yan's place to play on the weekends.
The living room was relatively large. The sofa area was near the bedroom, and the dining area was near the small balcony. Since there was no kitchen, Han Yan used cardboard to separate an area with two tables. One was the dining table. In addition to Han Yan's plate, bowls, and chopsticks, there was also the baby's tableware. They were all separated in a clean basket. The other table had a microwave, induction cooker, and rice cooker. The microwave and rice cooker were left behind by the original owner, and the induction cooker was bought by Han Yan. Usually, Han Yan would buy vegetables and cook at home on weekends. It was a small reward for himself.
The only fly in the ointment was that although it was separated by cardboard, whenever he cooked, the room would still be filled with the smell of oil and smoke. After all, there was only one room and one living room.
The small balcony was used to dry clothes. Han Yan felt that in the future, this place would gradually be occupied by the little guy's clothes. When that time came, the colorful little clothes and diapers would definitely be very spectacular!
Han Yan planted a pot of devil's ivy on top of the balcony. This was bought when he went to Yang Cheng's flower market with his girlfriend. Seeing this pot of devil's ivy, Han Yan was a little depressed. He still wasn't mentally prepared to tell his girlfriend about the baby. He lowered his head and looked at the baby in his arms.
"Baby, baby, do you think Auntie Ran Ran will forgive Daddy?"
At noon, Han Yan first fed the baby and coaxed her to sleep. Then, he took the time to cook some noodles.
Han Yan lay on the bed. He didn't feel sleepy. He looked at the ceiling and thought about some things.
These days, his girlfriend, Lu Yunran, was still the same as before. She called once every one or two days. Han Yan always felt guilty to his girlfriend, so he didn't talk much on the phone. When asked if he had anything interesting recently, Han Yan evaded the question.
Han Yan and his girlfriend were classmates in high school. At that time, they didn't talk much. When they reached university, the two of them didn't go to the same university, but they still studied in the same city. When they were in university, the two of them started chatting. They both had feelings for each other. When they were in their second year, Han Yan finally won Lu Yunran's heart. At that time, it caused a stir in their high school circle. During the Chinese New Year party, their high school teacher laughed and said, "I didn't expect Han Yan to be the biggest winner."
After graduating from university, Lu Yunran found a job in Buddha City. Han Yan stayed in Yang Cheng. The two of them became a long-distance relationship. However, Yang Cheng and Buddha City weren't far away. They even had a subway. During the holidays, Han Yan would take a two-hour ride to find her. If it wasn't for this incident, Han Yan had planned to accompany his girlfriend.
They had known each other for eight years and had been in love for four years. However, Lu Yunran was a very traditional girl. Han Yan had only held her hand until now. When he was chatting with Song Zhiwen, Song Zhiwen even laughed at his lack of firepower, stopping after taking down the first base.
It was also because of Lu Yunran's traditional personality that Han Yan felt uneasy. Would she accept that her boyfriend had a child with another woman? Han Yan felt that the possibility of Mars crashing into Earth was higher than this.
Han Yan had a headache thinking about this. He felt frustrated and couldn't sleep.
Since he couldn't sleep, Han Yan got up and sat on the bed to meditate.
In his mind, Zhang Sanfeng's internal martial arts was divided into two parts. One part was internal strength, using one's will to train one's Qi. The other part was moves. It was a bit like the Tai Chi Fist on the market, but the moves had some variations and were more concise. The Taiji Fist on the market consisted of many different types of performances. Han Yan had only learned thirteen styles, each of which contained countless variations and countless combinations. One had to use internal energy as a guide, and the moves as a supplement. One had to improvise according to the situation.
Han Yan remembered the Tai Chi Fist in Master Jin's novel. In the book, Zhang Sanfeng taught Wuji the Tai Chi Fist. When Wuji said that he had forgotten all about it, Zhang Sanfeng laughed happily and allowed him to fight the enemy. From this, it could be seen that this fist technique had been trained to the pinnacle, allowing one to defeat a move without a move.
There wasn't much space in the house for Han Yan to practice his moves. Han Yan wasn't in a hurry. It wouldn't be too late to practice his moves after he had mastered the basics of internal strength.
Having said that, Neigong is indeed an extraordinary thing. Han Yan can meditate during the day and cultivate at night. Her body can also circulate autonomously during the night. One of the benefits was to concentrate and refresh himself. Han Yan found that he only needed to sleep for three hours a day to be fully recovered. This was also the reason why he could maintain a good condition even though he had to breastfeed and change the baby's diapers every day.
There was another benefit that Han Yan had discovered. Just now, his mind was in a mess and he was anxious. After meditating for half an hour, his mind gradually calmed down. It was similar to the self-enlightenment of Buddhist meditation.
Perhaps there were other benefits, which were left for Han Yan to discover in the future.
The baby was still sleeping. Han Yan had nothing to do, so he went to the living room to surf the web. Han Yan suddenly remembered that the baby hadn't been named yet!
He had been so busy these days that he had forgotten. When he had just been discharged from the hospital, Head Nurse Jiang had specially told him to go back and quickly think of a name. He had to get a birth certificate for the baby.
Han Yan checked the Internet. There were many naming websites, but he couldn't find one that he liked. Han Yan ran to the room, took out the dictionary, and began to flip through the pages.
"Han Qing … Qing Jing? No, Qingqing? I don't like it. Oh … Wait, Angie, angel, angel. Didn't Wu Yue say in her diary that the baby was an angel given to her by God?"
Han Yan, who had an extraordinary memory, remembered every sentence in Wu Yue's diary at a glance.
Han Yan shook his head again and muttered to himself, "It has to be changed. Change the character to Han next to the character Wang. Qi has the meaning of beautiful jade! Let's call the baby Han Luoqi. Han Yan, hmm, that's a good name!"
Han Yan ran back to the baby's bed, knelt on the ground, and leaned over the guardrail to look at the sleeping baby. He reached out to touch the baby's tender little face and said softly, "Baby, you'll be called Han Louqi from now on, okay? Qiqi, do you like the name daddy gave you?"
Maybe it was because Han Yan touched her little face, but the baby's mouth moved slightly.
Han Yan smiled happily and said, "Daddy will take that as a yes! It's decided that you'll be called Han Luoqi from now on, daddy's little angel!"