"You are a grown child now. If you have something to say, don't cry all the time." Xiang Nannan patted his back and said seriously.

Qiao Ping took two deep breaths: "It's Qiao An."

The twins, the older one is called Qiao Ping and the younger one is called Qiao An, both were given names by Lin Yue. At first, Xiang Nanfang was quite disgusted with them, saying that he was also a top student in liberal arts, so why did he give his son such an ordinary name?

The name is just like making a fool of yourself.

Lin Yue's answer is that these two words have good meanings, and it is easier to make a living with a more popular name.

Anyway, Xiang Nanfang didn't agree with his statement and thought he was troublesome until Lin Yue told her that because she was pregnant with twins, it was more difficult for her to give birth than ordinary people. In addition, she was thin and weak.

He spent a long time in the delivery room, which always reminded him of what happened to his mother when he was a child. Until the nurse came out of the room, her words "Mother and child are safe" made him wish he could hug her father and give her a kiss.

From then on, Xiang Nannan never mentioned the names of his two children again.

"What's wrong with you, Qiao An? Did he fight with you again?"

Even though they are twins, they have always fought since they were young. Sometimes they are fighting for toys, sometimes they are fighting for the embrace of adults, and sometimes it is because of different opinions. In short, the naughty children will make the house a mess every day.

"No." Qiao Ping pouted and said, "He...he lied to me, he didn't keep his word."

"Why did he lie to you?"

Lin Yue was happy when he heard this, thinking that he still has the concept of integrity at such a young age.

"When we were in school, we agreed to go downstairs to play together during recess, but I didn't see him until class. What a big liar!"

Qiao Ping became so angry when he talked about this, his eyes widened and his cheeks bulged.

"So that's what happened."

These two children are very noisy together and have fights from time to time. But when they are not together, they still miss each other. Since they were transferred to two classes, they can only play in the big break.

Xiang Nanfang said: "Wait until your brother comes out later, and I will ask him carefully. If it is really his fault, can he apologize to you?"

Qiao Ping said crisply: "Okay."

At this moment, Lin Yue said, "He's out."

Xiang Nanfang straightened up and looked toward the door. Qiao An was walking over carrying a schoolbag identical to Qiao Ping's.

It is worth noting that he is not alone, there is also a girl with pigtails and a tender face that makes you want to pinch him.

The two children walked and talked at the same time, chatting animatedly as if no one was around.

"Joan."

Xiang Nanfang called him.

The child looked up and was a little surprised: "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

In the past, the Xiang family's nanny would pick up and drop off the two of them, but today his parents were here, which surprised him.

"Can mommy take you to eat delicious food today?"

"Mom, I'm a big kid now. Can you please stop talking to me in a coaxing tone?"

Xiang Nanfang looked confused, thinking that his son has reached the rebellious stage so soon? He already dislikes his biological mother at the age of seven or eight?

Lin Yue touched her arm and pouted at the little girl next to Qiao An.

She was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing, and she immediately showed a dumbfounded expression. Such a little kid knew how to act cool in front of girls.

"Hello uncle, hello auntie."

The little girl was very polite and greeted the two people with a smile.

"Hello, kid, are you Qiao An's classmate?"

Qiao An rushed to say: "Yes, she is a new classmate who has just transferred to our class."

Lin Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this. He said in his heart that he is indeed the daughter of your father and me. He knows how to pick up girls at such a young age. By the way, this little girl is really pretty.

"snort!"

When Xiang Nanfang was about to ask the little girl's name, the boss Qiao Ping felt left out and snorted.

In order to avoid deepening the conflict, she quickly went to comfort her brother and said with a straight face: "Qiao An, let me ask you, your brother said that he made an appointment with you to play together during class, why didn't you go? This is wrong.

You know what? People should be honest."

"But... but my father said that being helpful is the most beautiful virtue. I have not forgotten the agreement with my brother, but I can't watch He Qiang, Lu Yizhen and others bullying the new classmates. She stayed

Level 1 is a little older than us, but she is a girl, so I think it is more important to help her than to play downstairs."

Hey, he talks the same thing, but the key is that he is so upright and righteous that no one can refute it.

"Wenqing, who are you talking to?"

At this time, a woman's call came from the front. The little girl turned aside and saw the woman coming from the opposite side. She raised her little hand and waved, called "Mom" sweetly, shook off a pair of ponytails and moved forward.

run.

Xiang Nannan turned around and saw a woman wearing an apricot knitted cardigan walking over carrying a chain bag.

Sure enough, she is the mother of a little girl, especially her eyes and eyebrows.

"Issei, would you like to go over and say hello?"

Xiang Nanfang waited for a moment but didn't hear a response. He turned around and saw him standing there in a daze, looking lost.

Could he not be like this?

Because the woman walking across the street was none other than Wen Ju'an, He Jiangsheng's daughter.

Wen Qing calls her mom, so who is her father? Do you still need to ask?

No wonder he looked over just now and felt that the little girl had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The last time I went to Beijing was in 2000, to attend the wedding of a good friend of CCTV. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye...

…

December 31, 2005.

Winter has already entered Nanjing, but the weather during this period is good. Even at night, the temperature is still above 8 degrees.

"What? Are you getting old now?"

Song Qingyuan threw a can of beer over: "I thought you were a person who was immune to all evil."

Lin Yue looked at the Qinhuai River across the way, and then at the six empty cans lying strewn about at his feet. He was speechless for the guy who had been his partner for more than ten years.

In 1990, he joined Nanjing Radio and Television Station. Now, 15 years have passed, and Song Qingyuan is still like that. After three cups of cat pee, he always has to compete for the upper hand, and he has been defeated and defeated again and again.

Lin Yue opened the ring of the can with a snap, lay back on the bench and took a sip, looking at the starry night sky and said: "I have to accept old age, but I can't do it if I don't accept old age."

Song Qingyuan burst out laughing: "Qiao Yicheng, I win this time."

"you win."

Lin Yue clinked glasses with him.

"Qiao Yicheng, I seemed to have met Wen Ju'an at the Three Archways a few days ago." Song Qingyuan looked at his side face and said.

"Well, I saw it too."

"Does Nanfang know?"

"Know."

"Her daughter is quite handsome."

"You can say whatever you want, and who can you show your weirdness to?"

"You know you're still looking at me?"

"Okay, it's mine."

"I asked you where did you get such charm? Look at this, you are willing to give birth to a child for you even if you don't get married."

"What? Are you jealous of them?"

"Fuck you." Song Qingyuan punched him: "Does Nanfang suspect that the child is yours?"

"have."

"Then have you admitted it?"

"I said I didn't know, and I didn't look for her again after I returned to Nanjing."

"Okay, awesome." Song Qingyuan gave a thumbs up: "The problem is just left to Nanfang. If she feels bad about it, what will happen in the future will be between her and Wen Ju'an. You are the most innocent one, the most inhumane one.

The one who harmed him, right?"

"I didn't say that."

"Qiao Yicheng, you said those younger brothers and sisters of yours, if you were a bit naughty, would they have lived like this?"

"What did you hear again?"

"What else can there be, Qiao Simei..." Song Qingyuan was also very angry when talking about this: "Chang Xingyu has a good temper. Half a month ago, he was so angry that he cursed downstairs, which made his colleagues think she was

I had a conflict with Qi Weimin, and the next day I went to her office to ask some insidious questions, only to find out that she was angry with the fourth child in your family."
To be continued...