In the afternoon, Qiqi woke up. Han Yan wrapped her in a small blanket and carried her out of the bed. The milk was already heated in the living room, and the milk bottle was soaked in the hot water to keep it warm. Han Yan held Qiqi firmly with his right hand, and took out the milk bottle with his left hand. He wiped the water droplets on the bottle with a clean cloth next to him.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm …" Qiqi, who was already hungry, couldn't help but moan when she saw her rations.
Han Yan smiled and said, "Not yet. Let daddy see if it's cold." He dripped a few drops on the back of his right hand to feel it. It was almost done. Han Yan wiped his hands clean and picked up the milk bottle to feed Qiqi, who was waiting to be fed.
Qiqi happily drank the milk in small sips, and her small eyes were focused on the milk bottle in front of her. She really couldn't take her eyes off it, as if she was worried that the milk bottle would suddenly fly away.
Han Yan didn't dare to move. He didn't know how to find a sofa to sit down, so he just stood there and waited on her. Fortunately, Han Yan had practiced Kung Fu, and the baby wasn't very heavy now, less than four kilograms. If it was another father, he wouldn't be able to hold on for more than ten minutes with one hand holding the baby in the air.
After feeding Qiqi, Han Yan sat on the sofa with her in his arms. He picked up a book on the coffee table and began to flip through it. This book was brought back from Wu Yue's house, and it was about parenting. Perhaps it was because of the colorful pictures in the book, Qiqi began to feel a little restless, and she moved in Han Yan's arms.
"Qiqi, do you want to read it too?" Han Yan brought the book closer, and Qiqi quieted down. Her small eyes blinked, and she curiously read the book with her father. She didn't know what happy things she thought of, but she suddenly giggled, and her voice was as light and pleasant as a wind chime.
Han Yan deliberately slowed down the speed of flipping through the book, and he picked out the key points while reading.
"Too little sleep makes you stupid. What kind of title was this? Why was it so sensationalist?
Baby, look here. For children who were in the growth period, sleep could not only relieve fatigue and allow the child to rest, but it could also promote the growth of bones and intelligence.
If the child slept less or had poor sleep quality, it would harm the child's growth and development and physical fitness.
Look, you're sleeping at least 18 hours a day now! "
Han Yan did some calculations. Qiqi could be said to be eating and sleeping. She woke up a little longer during the day, but overall, she slept about 19 hours a day, which was considered to have reached the standard.
As he flipped through the pages, Han Yan came across a particularly interesting item.
"Baby touch?"
Baby petting was not a new term. In fact, it had been popular overseas for a long time. It had even given birth to a new profession. The skin of a newborn baby was very sensitive. Gently petting the baby's body could stimulate the baby's nervous system and various organs. It could promote the baby's growth and development, and it could also make the baby's brain smarter.
Han Yan picked up Qiqi, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "Qiqi, let's give it a try?"
He did as he said, but before that, Han Yan first gave her a bath.
After drying the water, the naked Qiqi was wrapped in a small blanket and carried to Han Yan's big bed.
"Okay, everything is ready. Let's start!" Han Yan smiled.
Qiqi didn't understand, but she waved her little hands and kicked her little feet.
"Don't worry, Daddy will give you a massage before you put on your clothes."
Han Yan recalled the steps explained in the book. He picked up the baby lotion next to him and squeezed a little on his hand. He carefully avoided Qiqi's eyes and began to gently rub her forehead.
Above the eyebrows, below the eyes, the bridge of the nose, the philtrum, and the chin. Han Yan also gently traced a smile line along the corner of Qiqi's mouth. "Baby, you have to smile more often in the future! Daddy really likes to see you smile."
Han Yan then squeezed a little more baby lotion, rubbed his hands together, and then stroked Qiqi's chest. He started from her ribs, to her shoulders, and back again. Qiqi giggled and twisted.
"Don't move. Daddy is giving you a massage. Be serious, be serious." Han Yan gently pinched Qiqi's right arm, and his right hand gently rubbed her little wrist and little finger. Qiqi wanted to struggle again, but Han Yan didn't dare to twist her, so he could only do it slowly. Han Yan didn't dare to use too much strength. He only rubbed her skin slightly, for fear of twisting her. Qiqi thought that her father was playing a game with her, so she twisted happily. Han Yan took a long time to rub her hands together.
Han Yan circled Qiqi's stomach, avoiding her navel. Han Yan suddenly thought of a small game. He drew an "I" on Qiqi's stomach with his right hand and said "I" with his mouth. Then he drew a heart and said "love". Finally, he drew a "U" and said, "You, I, love, you, I love you, Qiqi, Daddy loves you."
Qiqi continued to giggle, and Han Yan also laughed. The happy laughter even covered the cicadas outside the house, and it was particularly warm in this hot summer.
After Han Yan stroked Qiqi's back and thighs, he quickly put on her diapers and clothes.
After a while, the baby was also sleepy. Her eyelids were drooping, and she could barely open her eyes! Han Yan saw this and carried her to the crib to sleep.
…
"A, no, chi, hei, se, n, ka, ga, ya, ku, no, wa …" The beautiful bell of Sky City sounded.
"Hey, wait." Han Yan washed his hands and hurriedly ran out of the toilet. He was just washing Qiqi's diapers and clothes.
"Hello? Zhiwen? "Han Yan picked up the phone on the coffee table and answered.
"Yes, I'm at home."
"You want to come over?"
"No, I'm free."
"Okay, come over. There's something I want to discuss with you."
"It's okay. I can't explain it over the phone. Come over and I'll tell you."
"Okay, see you later."
Song Zhiwen was coming over to play again, and Han Yan was also looking for someone to talk about Qiqi. After putting down the phone, Han Yan's mouth hummed the tune of Sky City, and squatted back to the toilet to wash Qiqi's clothes.
As soon as the clothes were hung up, Han Yan heard a knock on the door. This rhythm, two long and three short, was Song Zhiwen.
"Coming." Han Yan greeted. He was not afraid of disturbing the baby because the bedroom door was closed.
Opening the door, Song Zhiwen stuffed the laptop bag and the bag in his hand into Han Yan's hands, took off his shoes and walked in. He took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet in the front hall and put them on.
"How did you get here so quickly today?"
"Let me tell you, the subway was full today. Looking from afar, I was scared to death. I didn't dare to squeeze in, so I took a taxi and came here." Song Zhiwen said with a lingering fear.
Han Yan put the bag of hops on the coffee table, put the laptop bag on his computer table, and said, "There are many people going out on the first of May. This is normal."
"Hey, don't sit down. Go wash your feet first." Han Yan stopped Song Zhiwen, who was about to put one foot on the sofa.
Song Zhiwen muttered, "Why are you so wishy-washy today? Okay, okay, I'll go wash my feet first. "
Coming out of the toilet, Song Zhiwen's eyes were sharp. He immediately saw the milk bottle on the dining table. It was as if he had discovered a new continent. He cried out in surprise, "Lao Yan, what's wrong with your milk bottle?"
"I was just thinking about how to tell you." Han Yan stood up from the sofa.
Han Yan opened the bedroom door, turned around and motioned for Song Zhiwen to follow him. Song Zhiwen followed him in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the baby's crib and the sleeping Qiqi. His glasses fell to the ground, and his mouth couldn't close.
Han Yan gestured for him to be silent. The two stood by the bed and watched for a while, then closed the door and went back to the living room.
Song Zhiwen looked at Han Yan strangely. Han Yan couldn't stand his gaze. He pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit."
Song Zhiwen sat down. He couldn't hold back his words in front of Han Yan. He asked tentatively, "Your child?"
Han Yan nodded and said calmly, "Yes, it's mine."
"Biological?"
"Biological."
Song Zhiwen slapped him and laughed, "Hey, you're good. So fast. Last time I said that you couldn't win my sister-in-law over after four years!"
Han Yan smiled bitterly.
"That's not right!" Song Zhiwen was puzzled. "Didn't I see my sister-in-law last month? I didn't see that she was pregnant. "
Han Yan sighed and replied, "It's not Xiao Ran's."
"Hiss!" Song Zhiwen gasped. "You had it with another woman? No way, even you had an affair? No, you're not married yet, so it can't be called an affair. Are you two-timing? "
"It's not what you think." Han Yan quickly waved his hand.
"Do you still remember our graduation trip last year?" Han Yan explained, "On the last night, you and those bastards forced me to drink. When I went back …"
Just like that, Han Yan revealed everything that had happened.
"Damn, you hit the bullseye with one shot! You got pregnant that night? "Song Zhiwen slapped his thigh.
"I didn't know it was so coincidental. When I woke up that day, I forgot all about it."
"Then are you sure the child is yours?"
"It should be mine. Wu Yue has no reason to lie to me. I read her diary. I'm her only man. Besides, the time is right," Han Yan said.
"Now you're in trouble. You have a burden now. Although Wu Yue is gone, how are you going to explain it to Lu Yunran?"
Han Yan smiled bitterly. "I'm also worried about this. According to Xiao Ran's personality, she'll beat me to death if she finds out."
"You'll be lucky if she beats you to death. I think with Lu Yunran's way of thinking, it'll be difficult …" Song Zhiwen shook his head.
Han Yan understood what he was referring to. He said gloomily, "I also don't think she'll forgive me."
Song Zhiwen rolled his eyes and said, "How about this? While no one knows about this, we can send the child to the orphanage without anyone knowing …"
Han Yan interrupted him. "Impossible! Zhiwen don't mention this again. If you mention it again, I'll fall out with you."
"Sigh, I knew you would say that." Song Zhiwen understood Han Yan. Han Yan was a smart person, but he was also very responsible. If he said he gave up, then he wouldn't be Han Yan.