Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 225. Extra Story: Wei Lan (5)

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Qiqi didn't speak, but 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 adults say. I don't know whether others really like him or not.

He looked at Yan Qingchi in a daze, unable to speak, and looked like he was about to cry.

"Qiqi, do you remember your name?"

"Jiang Zhiqi."

"Yes, 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. 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.

After he parked the car, Yan Qingchi opened the rear door, put a large bag in, then closed it, opened the co-pilot's door, and sat up.

"That's it?"

"A gift for Qiqi." Yan Qingchi said.

"So much?"

"Children don't like having too many gifts." Yan Qingchi fastened his seat belt, "Did you feel that you had a lot of toys when you were young?"

Jiang Mochen smiled and "hummed", glanced at him, and said nothing.

The night before yesterday after seeing Yan Qingchi, he told Qiqi that he was going to get married, and that Yan Qingchi would come to see him, and he even brought it up again before leaving this morning. Qiqidu just nodded obediently, "Mmmm" in response.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mochen reminded, "Qiqi has a slow personality. After you meet him, just talk to him and play with him. If he doesn't want to play or talk, you don't have to worry too much about it." Urgent, after all, there is still time in the future."

"Okay."

After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he heard a ringing in his hand. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and saw his agent send a WeChat message saying that he had chosen two scripts for him and asked him to read them. Yan Qingchi replied hello and put the phone away.

The car stopped at a high-end villa area that he had never heard of, but it was not cheap to the naked eye. Yan Qingchi followed Jiang Mochen out of the car, took a gift for Qiqi and went to the elevator.

In order to make the meeting between Yan Qingchi and Qiqi not too embarrassing, Jiang Mochen deliberately chose a lunch time, thinking that he could chat during the meal. If Qiqi obviously doesn't like Yan Qingchi, he can also be appropriate Save the field.

Opening the door and changing shoes, Yan Qingchi smelled a fragrance. Seeing Jiang Mochen came back, Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "The young master is back." She saw Yan Qingchi behind Jiang Mochen, and was stunned After a while, he quickly adjusted his expression and said with a smile, "Master Yan."

Yan Qingchi nodded at her, "Hello."

"Where's chess?" Jiang Mochen asked.

"It's in my own room." Aunt Zhang said, "Master, go and watch chess first. I still have a fish that's not ready yet. I'll eat later."

"Okay."

Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at Yan Qingchi, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Qiqi."

When going up the stairs, Yan Qingchi asked, "Who was that just now?"

"It's Aunt Zhang, who took care of me since I was a child. Later, I moved out. Because I couldn't cook, Aunt Zhang came to help me cook and do housework. After adopting Qiqi, I was worried that I would not be around. Qiqi would be boring alone, or I don’t know what happened, so I let Aunt Zhang live here and help me take care of Qiqi.”

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Oh".

The two quickly went up the stairs and came outside the chess and chess room. Jiang Mochen knocked on the door first, and then stretched out his hand to push it away. Yan Qingchi saw the spacious room. On the chair in front of the table, he turned his head and looked at them with a pair of black and white eyes.

Jiang Mochen walked in, glanced at the painting on the table in front of him, and said, "Are you drawing?"

Qiqi nodded, "Yes".

"The painting is good." Jiang Mochen praised in a warm voice.

Qiqi smiled and said, "Thank you."

His voice still has the inherent softness of a child, and it sounds very pleasant, like glutinous rice cakes. Yan Qingchi thinks it's a little cute, and even wants to rub his head.

"This is Uncle Yan, I told you before." Jiang Mochen introduced.

Qiqi turned to look at him, and said obediently, "Hello, Uncle Yan."

Yan Qingchi responded with a smile, "Good chess."

Qiqi smiled again and didn't speak.

"Let's go downstairs to eat." Jiang Mochen said, holding Qiqi, "Let's go."

Qiqi nodded, obediently followed him downstairs.

Aunt Zhang knew that Yan Qingchi was coming, so she made a very sumptuous table. She never ate with Jiang Mochen, and after serving them the food, she returned to her room with her own food.

In the bright restaurant, Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Mochen, who didn't talk much, and at Chess and Chess who was eating quietly, wondering if he should find some topics, but he was never too familiar with him naturally. He has a lively personality, so after opening two topics and being quickly chatted to death by Jiang Mochen, he could only eat in silence, and gave Qiqi some food by the way.

The three of them quickly finished their meal. Jiang Mochen still had something to do, so he talked to Yan Qingchi and Qiqi before going to the study.

Qiqi watched him leave, and followed him back to his room.

Leaving only Yan Qingchi sitting alone in the empty restaurant, he crossed his arms and thought about the situation before him, then stood up and began to tidy up. However, not long after he cleaned up, Aunt Zhang appeared, saying "Master Yan, what are you doing?" while taking the bowl in his hand.

Yan Qingchi was also the young master of the family before crossing, seeing this, he didn't give in, and went out according to Aunt Zhang's wishes. He washed his hands in the bathroom, then went up the stairs, knocked on the door, and pushed open the door of Qiqi.

Qiqi didn't sit on a chair this time, he sat on the carpet, looking at him vigilantly with his cat's eyes raised.

Yan Qingchi took the lead in releasing his kindness and asked, "Can I come in?"

Qiqi didn't speak, just looked at him.

Therefore, Yan Qingchi walked in cheekily and closed the door behind him.

Qiqi frowned slightly, but didn't drive him out, just still looked at him and didn't speak.

While he was watching, Yan Qingchi walked up to him step by step.

He looked down, "Are you playing checkers?"

Qiqi also lowered his head, looked at his chessboard, and remained silent.

Yan Qingchi felt that he was indeed a little too quiet, not only quiet, but also let go of his docile obedience in front of Jiang Mochen.

He sat down on the carpet, didn't speak any more, just looked at the chessboard in front of him.

Qiqi looked at him, saw that he didn't speak, just looked at his chessboard, then looked down at the chessboard.

He just learned checkers a while ago, and he was still in the stage of groping, and he only took a few simple steps on the board.

He thought Yan Qingchi would say something, but Yan Qingchi didn't say anything.

Seeing that Yan Qingchi was quiet, he didn't speak any more, looked at the chess pieces by himself, and then jumped down.

Yan Qingchi looked at his movements and felt that the child in front of him was quite smart. As a puzzle game, checkers still required some effort. He rarely saw children willing to play chess by themselves , and step by step, play according to the rules.

Just started playing chess, and after jumping the last two rows, he couldn't do it anymore. He puffed up his cheeks and looked at the chessboard with some embarrassment. Finally, he had to return all the chess pieces to their original positions.

He was fiddling with it, but suddenly there were hands in front of him, straightening the marbles he had just messed up on the opposite side, and arranged them into a triangle.

Qiqi just remembered that there was another person in his room, but he didn't speak or move, and concentrated on playing chess by himself, so he ignored it.

He looked up at Yan Qingchi, not understanding what he was doing.

He poked out half of his head quietly, watching Yan Qingchi raised his hand and knocked on the door, very well, Jiang Mochen will come out soon, say a few words to him, and then let him leave.