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During her pregnancy, Zhen Yi was nothing like a regular pregnant woman.

In summer, she wore a beautiful little suspenders and a colorful bohemian dress, and painted a cute animal smile on the exposed belly.

Sometimes walking through the garden, there will be confused butterflies landing on her belly.

She got a truss: "If you see it, the butterfly thinks I am a flower."

The rhetoric responded: "I'm glad that bees don't think so."

Zhen Yi: "..."

In autumn, wearing lively and refreshing sportswear, I practiced yoga, dancing and dancing on the terrace, twisting my arms and legs. Sometimes, the words sitting in a wicker chair reading a book raised his eyes and watched her move quietly.

She waved her hand: "Don't look at it, be careful."

Yan said: "I'm fine, I'm more worried that the children inside will get motion sickness."

Zhen Yi: "..."

By the beginning of November, the day of "unloading" was not far away, and the weather was getting colder. Qiu Gao is refreshing, and the loquat flowers outside the window are squeezed into a bunch of fat and chubby, you push me, the fresh taste is fragrant.

Yan Ge sat at the desk writing, Zhen Yi rubbed his belly and sat opposite him, intently recite the legal terms, and the fat feet rubbed on his lap.

Looking intently, he glimpsed that he attached a small brush to the three cypress words written on the cypress foil: "Ying Ying Ning".

Zhen Yi stretched her neck and looked, "Why do you write this?"

"The expected date of delivery is just a few days ago, and we must give the children a name."

"Isn't that Yingning?"

"Yes. But the kid's name is for Grandpa's purpose." Yan Ge said, putting the brush firmly.

"Then you and Yan Xu's name came from Dad's grandfather?" Zhen Yi was curious.

"My name hasn't changed, but my dad gave Yan a famous word at first, and it was changed into grand by grandpa."

"Oh ... wouldn't Grandpa change our Yingning?" Zhen Yi asked, thinking for a while, and said, "It doesn't matter, the nickname is Yingning too. Lest the baby grow up, classmates take her 'S name is a joke. "

Speaking of this, she shrunk, "Like my name, when I was a child, I was called real and fake every day." I laughed again, "But it's definitely not as miserable as you. Isn't it called strict from childhood to ha.

His expression bent his lips, but he didn't answer.

Before he met her, he had not been to school, no one would joke about his name; after school, except for her, he was almost blind and deaf, and had no contact with his classmates.

After Zhen Yi lost her memory, he selectively told her the past, and he avoided a lot of painful memories. He did not tell her what happened to him 8 years ago, did not tell her that her parents ignored and ignored her, and did not tell her that Bian Qian was dormant beside her ...

He hoped that this time, there was only warmth and happiness in her memory.

Yange picked up the cypress foil and got up: "I'm going out."

"Huh." Zhen Yi looked down and continued reading.

After about half an hour, the words came back.

"How is the result?" Zhen Yi asked.

Yan Ge handed the wooden foil to her, and Zhen Yi took a look. "Ying Ying Ning" added a vigorous and powerful handle beside it, which became "Yan Ying Ning".

"Yan Qingning?" Zhen Yi whispered softly, picked her belly, and said the most intuitive feeling, "Looking like the hands of father and mother are protecting the baby."

"It's very similar." Yan Ge smiled.

"But Grandpa definitely has more than this meaning to change this word." Zhen Yi sticks her tongue out. After losing her memory, she still has a lot of things to learn, and she still has a lot of things she doesn't understand. "Huanning has other meanings?"

"The word" Ningning "is taken from the sixth chapter of Grand Master Zhuangzi's article: It is all about everything, all about it, all about ruining, all about it, and its name is" Xinging. " Yange sat down and hugged her round waist slowly,

"Xing Ning is a kind of cultivation realm pursued by Taoism. The mind is quiet and not disturbed by outside things. Grandpa means, I hope that the children of Yanjia can have this kind of cultivation, especially for girls. The external **** can be lively and can Gentle, the mind must be quiet and noble. It is not influenced by the world, and does not live in the comparison and eyes of others. "

"Good." Zhen Yi sighed heartily, "I like it."

"Well. Grandpa said that the girl ’s book name was Yingning, and it was a little sulky; if you meant Yingning, it would be nice to call it a nickname. And as for the words Yingning ..." He thinned his lips slightly. ,This……"

"This happens to be the two of us." Zhen Yi snatched him, "It's me, rather you."

"Grandpa is so powerful." She exclaimed, and once again couldn't help it, "It's so good. I like it very much."

Yanning children, I like you very much.

After being born, Xiaoying Ning, as the old man said, is a well-behaved little baby. Except when he was hungry when he was hungry, he was very good at other times. He was lying in the cradle, and the black grape-like eyes looked left and right.

At that time, Yange and Zhenyi moved out of Yanzhuang and moved into a villa by the bay of HK. Yange had his job, and Zhen Yi also started Zhang Luo's own lawyer's studio.

In the daytime, there was a babysitter and baby at home, and the little guy was always obedient; when Zhen Yi returned home in the afternoon, he entered the entrance. When the baby in the crib heard the movement, he immediately lifted his small head and watery eyes with joy Looking at Baba Ma Ma that fell from the sky, his small hands fluttered.

Whenever I saw Xiao Baoer waiting for Ma Ma to come home, Zhen Yi's heart softened;

Seeing that the little baby was happily babbling but could not speak, she explained to her daughter lightly:

"The food is back."

Zhen Yi: "..."

Zhen Yi grunted and returned to change shoes; Bao'er was lying in the crib, and when he saw Ma Ma disappeared again, he raised his eyebrows doubtfully.

"Woo?" Baoer stretched his neck tangledly and looked around. Where did he go? The food was gone. She deflated her mouth and protested: "Ah ~"

Zhen Yi heard the whine of the baby's grievances, and quickly kicked her shoes in disorder while looking around: "Baoer, where is my mother?"

"Oh ~" The baby saw Ma Ma again, and suddenly he rejoiced, waving his little hands babblingly.

Yange squatted down and changed Zhen Yi's slippers.

Zhen Yi ran to the crib and picked up the baby, and the little guy immediately thumped joyfully in the mother's arms, wooing to eat.

"..." Zhen Yi thought silently, um, really "it's back".

Zhen Yi listened to the elderly saying that the year when the baby was breast-feeding was the mother and baby's closest. At that time, the baby was the only one dedicated to her mother, but when the baby could walk, she left her mother's arms.

Zhen Yi didn't think that at first, but the baby grew up every day, and he would walk slowly, slowly ... and get close to Baba.

It is said that the little girl doll likes dad, this really makes sense.

Since she was born, Bao'er has been very obedient, neither crying nor making noises, and she once vaguely worried that she has Asperger's syndrome and will tend to be autistic.

Since then, the baby's learning to talk and walking are all carried with words.

Zhen Yi is busy with work, and many will bring it to work after work. During the occasional break, looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, you will see the blue sky and the blue sky, a tall man and a little baby at his feet. Yange squatted on the ground, spread her arms, and walked with the little wobbly baby.

Bao'er inherited Ma Ma's motor nerves, never lazy, and sometimes could not remember how to take a step, he would tilt his head and think about it, and if he understood it, he fluttered into the arms of Baba.

Many times, Zhen Yi leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of water, watching the joyful baby, and the gentle and patient words, filled with unspeakable happiness.

The expression of this moment is different. He is gentle, calm, and the love and tenderness in his eyes can stun people.

At this moment, he is a father.

Maybe it's because the daughter is naturally close to her father, or maybe it's because she has a lot of care for Bao'er, and Bao'er is more sticky to her father. Zhen Yi wouldn't be jealous, but only occasionally worried that she would be too spoiled for her, and she might be arrogant.

The remarked answer is: "The children of our family are very spoiled."

Bao'er is also exactly what his father said. Although he is very small and cannot speak smoothly, he is very obedient.

But as soon as he came to the speech, the situation was different. He loved coquetry and even cried.

She usually entertained herself and played with her when she was absent. She walked unsteadily and dropped her heel. She looked around ignorantly and confusedly. She did n’t know what was going on. Scratch his head, sit on the ground with his buttocks, and continue to play.

But if the words are there, it will be different.

If you don't like it, you cry.

I don't want to cut my hair and cry in grievance; I don't want to drink milk and cry in sadness; I can't go to the muddy ground and cry sadly ...

As long as the words are there, she especially loves to cry.

The small mouth collapsed, black pearl-like eyes began to accumulate water, and the silver peas began to smash down. Wow wow crying heartbroken, devoted and focused, that heartbroken.

While crying, she climbed up on Baba, like a little monkey climbing a tree, and she often held her in his arms in coordination with each other.

The little guy's short arms clasped Baba's neck tightly, tears and snot all rubbed on Baba's neck, and the words were incoherent, and he only said babble:

"Bu Baba cloth needs cloth"

In this regard, Yan Ge always coaxed her gently, patted Baoer's sweaty back, and patted her while taking a small towel to wipe her sweat, and spoke softly to appease Baoer.

And Bao'er never stopped seeing it. When Dad coaxed, she stopped crying, took the time to rub her eyes, rubbed her nose, continued to hug Dad's neck, and sat on Dad's arm.

One night, before she fell asleep, Zhen Yi said to her:

"The book says that if a child likes to cry, you ignore her. After two or three times, she knows that crying cannot solve the problem and she won't cry."

Words said: "But she is not crying, she just wants to attract the attention of her parents."

"But this will also make you cry the habit." Zhen Yi hugged him, and said softly, "Look, she is always good. She will cry when she sees you. Don't make her cry next time. "

Yange took her hand from the quilt and put it in her arms, saying: "No."

"why?"

"..." He closed his eyes and said softly, "If she cries, I won't coax her, I'm afraid she thinks I don't love her."

Zhen Yi was taken aback for a while, and then she turned her gaze on her face, gently and gently, without emotion:

"It's like you. From knowing you to now, I'm most afraid that you will cry. I feel distressed and overwhelmed. At that time, I won't be comforted and I don't know what to do;

Afraid that I act indifferently, making you think I do n’t care about you; and fearing that my reaction is wrong, making you think that I do n’t care about you enough; afraid that you will wipe your tears and silently sad and despair;

Therefore, any time you cry, I will be very nervous and worried; it is impossible to sit and watch. "

Zhen Yi Na Na's, his simple but not undulating tone, but let her warmth and happiness surge like a surge.

In fact, don't worry about anything, there is such a man, she will be happy in her life, and their children do not have to worry.

She buried her head in his arms, her heart soaked in the sour warm water. There was a smile on the corner of lips, and he murmured:

"Speech."

"Ok?"

"I will give you another child."

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