Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

twenty-three:

Yan Qingchi opened his eyes and saw Chess and Chess looking at him. His mouth was tight and his eyebrows were wrinkled lightly. His eyes were wide. The black and white cat's eyes were full of sadness, and touched a little, Seems to be tears down. Yan Qingchi looked at him, his heart filled with distress.

He shook his head and said softly, "How come, there is no absolute right or wrong in speaking, so why don't you like chess?"

Chess didn't speak, just looked at him sadly.

"Chess," Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you like yourself? Do you think other people, me or your father, like you?"

Chess did not know, he did not know whether Jiang Moyu and Yan Qingchi liked him, how much he liked him, his mother also told him that he loved the baby, but he left him. It seems that the love of adults is hard to figure out. People who come to the hospital always say they like them the most, but they still leave, and they suddenly repent when they say they want to take them home, so they do n’t know what the adults say Whether his favorite is true or not, I don't know if others really like him.

He looked at Yanqingchi in perplexity, speechless and almost crying.

"Chess, do you remember your name?"

"Jizhi."

"Yes, do you know what the 'Zi' in your name means?"

Chess shake his head.

"It means' ',' Jiang Zhiqi is Jiang Moyu's chess game." He touched his hair. "So, you will always be your father's child, it is his chess, his child, Do you understand?"

Chess is not very clear, "How far is it forever?"

"It's very far, your life, your father's life."

"How far is it in a lifetime?"

Yan Qingchi thought about it, "You are only 5 years old now, and you will grow up in the future. 15 years old is also his chess, is his child, 50 years old, is also his chess."

"Are you 500?"

Yan Qingchi was amused by his childhood words, "Yeah, if chess can grow to 500 years old."

"Can chess be 500 years old?" Chess asked him.

"Yes," Yan Qingchi said blindly with open eyes. "Chess can grow to be so old."

"Is it possible to grow up to 1,000 years like Grandpa Wisdom?"

"Um." Yan Qingchi nodded with a smile, "No matter how old you grow up, you will always be his chess."

Chess heard the words, then slowly revealed a shy gentle happy smile.

"So chess, either me or your father, we all like you very much. Do you know?"

Chess looked at him for a long time before slowly nodding his head.

"But it's not enough that we like you. You have to like yourself."

"How do I like myself?" Chess asked him, "Don't I already be me? How do I like me?"

"It's very simple. Be nice 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 too. I like myself very much. I can tell others what I like, if I am shy, tell my dad in a whisper, and I can tell others if I do n’t like it. Is it easy? "

Chess thought for a while, lying on his shoulder and whispering, "What if my favorite dad doesn't like it?"

"It doesn't matter. Chess and chess are children, and father is a big friend. Of course children and big friends like it differently. Just like chess and chess like bean paste buns, but dad likes meat buns. Dad will be angry because chess and chess do not like meat buns ?"

Chess shook his head.

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

Chess is still shaking his head.

"So, look, isn't it all right?"

Qiqi thought for a while, and was surprised to find, "Really."

He sat on Yan Qingchi's lap, tilted his head and thought, "Father doesn't watch animation, chess and chess, animation, father is not angry."

"He's your father, so naturally he won't be angry with them."

It seems that Qiqi realized this. He didn't say on his lips, trying to conform to the preferences of the two adults at home, but in fact, he did something different from them. He watched animations, slept early, liked to eat sweets, and also enjoyed playing, but neither his father nor his father said that because of these. He seemed to finally resolve his long-standing troubles, and the whole person lit up. "But," he didn't understand, "Xiao Jing's new mother didn't like Xiao Jing likes what she didn't like."

He talked a little bit, but Yan Qingchi knew what he wanted to say. He kissed Chess and answered the question with the simplest answer. "Because I'm not Xiao Jing's mother, I'm the father of Chess and Chess, so What I like, chess, I like. "

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

Outside the room, Jiang Moji closed the door gently and did not enter. He leaned against the wall, smiled without a trace, and left.

Chess has solved his own troubles, and thought of going to the playground the next day, and was very happy all day. When I slept at night, I whispered to Yan Qingchi, "Daddy, remember to wake me up early tomorrow."

Yan Qingchi squeezed his face, "I see, go to sleep."

Chess shook his hand and closed his eyes, "Good night, dad, I'm sleeping."

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

As soon as he got up, he saw Chess and opened his eyes again because of the good night kiss, and looked at him cheerfully.

"Go to sleep," he coaxed.

Chess narrowed his head slightly into the blanket, and his voice was a little sweet, "Good night Dad."

"good night."

Yan Qingchi turned off the lights and went out.