Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 23. Twenty-three

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, his black and white cat eyes were full of sadness, a little When you touch it, it seems like tears will come down. Yan Qingchi looked at him, feeling distressed.

He shook his head and said softly, "How could it be? 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 doesn't know, he doesn't know whether Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi like him, how much they like him, his mother also told him that she loves 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 your name?"

"Jiang Zhiqi."

"Yes, then do you know what the word 'Zhi' in your name means?"

Qiqi shook his head.

"Zhi 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 chess. My child, do you understand?"

I don't know much about chess, "How far is it forever?"

"It's so 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, "Chess can grow up to many years old."

"Is it okay to grow up to be 1,000 years old like the wise old man?"

"Yeah." Yan Qingchi nodded with a smile, "No matter how old you are, you will always be his chess piece."

Qiqi heard this, and then 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.

"However, 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 kind to yourself, believe in yourself, and be brave. Tell yourself every day that your father and father like you very much, your grandparents like you very much, and your aunt likes you very much, so chess Chess also needs to like oneself 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 about it, 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 dad is a big friend. Of course, children and big friends like different things. Just like Qiqi likes bean paste buns, but dad likes meat buns. Dad doesn't like eating because of Qiqi. Is Roubaozi angry?"

Qiqi shook his head.

"Will you be angry because Qiqi likes to eat bean paste buns?"

Qiqi still shook his head.

"So, look, it's all right?"

Qiqi thought about it, 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 cartoons, and chess and chess watch cartoons, and father is not angry."

"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."

He said something 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 mother." Dad, so, I like whatever Qiqi likes."

Qiqi became shy when he said it, silently lowered his head, and then hugged him gently.

Outside the house, Jiang Mochen closed the door gently, but 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 long. When she was sleeping at night, she 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 bed."

"Good night." Yan Qingchi kissed him and helped him cover the blanket.

As soon as he stood 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 into the blanket slightly, and said in a sweet voice, "Good night, Dad."

"Good night."

Yan Qingchi turned off the light and walked out.