Two years later, Wang Kunlun and Kong Dejing's child was born, a daughter.
On the full moon, Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen came to Qufu to get together again. Wang Kunlun asked him to give the child a name. Before Xiang Que could even think of it, Fatty Wang said in a low voice: "As for the name, I
I have a better suggestion, I think it would be good to call her Wang Wang, don’t you think so?"
Kong Dejing held the child and glanced at him lightly. Wang Kunlun was stunned for a while and then suddenly ran away, chasing Fatty Wang and beating him: "If you don't tell me one, two, three, what's the point of this name?"
Shen Yi, do you believe it or not that I beat you to a weight of three hundred pounds?"
Wang Xuanzhen hugged his head and said in a hurry: "Good intentions, I have good intentions... Your girl's surname is Wang and my son's surname is also Wang. We happen to be in the same family, so I decided to give this doll to me immediately.
Is it the Wang family?"
"Your son has a father like you. I'm so crazy that I want your son to be my uncle. Just go ahead and dream."
Xiang Que silently covered his head, feeling headaches. This Fatty Wang was very crisis-conscious. Every time he saw someone's child being born, the first thing he thought about was whether he could become an in-law, just like his son who seemed to be unable to find him when he grew up.
Like a daughter-in-law.
Fatty Wang came back angrily after being chased. He rubbed his sore legs and said, "You don't want me to stop doing it. Hey, I'm short of a baby. Is the senior brother and Yan sister going to have a baby?"
"
Xiang Que rolled his eyes at him and said, "That's a wealthy family. Don't even think about it if you're from a small family. The due date is less than a month away."
Wang Xuanzhen rolled his witty little eyes and said with a smile: "How about staying in Kunlun for a few more days and then going to the capital?"
"No, your son is Jinlun Dharma King? Why does it seem like he can't get a wife? Why are you so anxious?"
Wang Kunlun sneered and said: "Isn't it because he has a bad reputation? He is afraid that it will harm his children. One general will be incompetent and the three armies will be killed. If the parents are unreliable, the children will also suffer, hum."
Wang Kunlun said unconvinced: "I want to get married. The children have established a deep revolutionary friendship since they were young. When they grow up, they support each other and move forward side by side. I want to ask you, this scene is harmonious
No?"
Xiang Que looked at the plausive Wang Xuanzhen, and suddenly thought that the younger generations of their generation seemed to be showing signs of getting up. Cao Qingdao was almost ten years old and had reached the age of being sensible. In addition, his son
Xiang Zheng, Wang Xuanzhen's son, the newly born Wang Kunlun's child, and the soon-to-be-born children of Qi Changqing and Zhang Yan, counting on their fingers, several of their descendants have begun to grow up vigorously.
Fast forward many years, he was once a fledgling on the trail. Many years later, he walked in the wind and waves, experienced many major events, and finally became a father. Looking back, everything suddenly seemed like a dream. In a blink of an eye, he was already in his thirties and entered middle school.
In 2008, children were able to play soy sauce. Thinking about it carefully, it was a bit unreal. After all, Xiang Que, who had just entered Gujing Temple, never imagined that his life should be like this.
In Xiang Que's life, he had only thought about turning twenty-five before. He had never thought that after turning twenty-five, he would really live a life where his wife and children were on the hot bed.
My wife is a rare good daughter-in-law in the world, and my child is an exquisite little guy. With life like this, why should I become a fairy?
A few days later, Xiang Que left Qufu and went to the capital, preparing to wait for the birth of his eldest niece. In the hospital, he saw Qi Changqing, who had always been calm and calm, with a nervous look on his face. He recalled that year
The scene when Chen Xiasheng went to Zheng, the two of them were exactly the same.
Xiang Que told Qi Changqing that no matter how powerful this man was, he would still be as nervous as a primary school student when faced with two things. One was to hold his wife on his arm and enter the palace of marriage, and the other was to wait.
When your own child is born, you can't use all your skills at this time. You can only wait for the light in the delivery room to turn on, and then your wife and child are pushed out.
Qi Changqing breathed out and said: "I have no experience, it will be better next time... Hey? Xiang Que, do we want to be in-laws? Xiang Zheng is just a little older than our favorite child, is it appropriate?"
Xiang Que spread his hands and said speechlessly: "Why do you and Fatty Wang have the same thoughts? Your child's hair hasn't grown yet, so why are you thinking about life-long events? Senior brother, you and your wealthy family are afraid that you won't be able to get married."
Qi Changqing glared at him and said: "Bullshit, it's not because I am your senior brother? Two children together are just right."
Xiang Que smiled and held up his hands and said: "Thank you, thank you, thank you. If the old Taoist and the uncle can see this couple, then I think..."
Xiang Que paused in the middle of his words. Qi Changqing looked at him and sighed softly. Ten years later, he and Xiang Que were no longer the trail that needed the care of Gujing Guan.
He is the father of the child, but Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang have no chance to see this scene. They haven't seen each other for ten years and I don't know if they are in Molu Mountain. How are they?
"Do you think we will see them again?" Xiang Que asked in a low voice.
Qi Changqing said: "Maybe it will, maybe it won't, but who knows? In fact, it doesn't matter whether you see someone or not, as long as they are in your heart."
Xiang Que pouted, and a picture of a slovenly Taoist priest falling down and taking a nap under an old locust tree appeared in his mind: "But, I want to be an experienced Taoist..."
Over the years, Xiang Que often thought of Lao Dao. When he thought about it, he would sit at home alone in a daze, watching his son jumping around in the house. He always hoped that Lao Dao could also see this scene. He knew that Lao Dao would definitely accompany the child on the ground.
Rolling together.
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang had no children, and he and Qi Changqing were their closest relatives. If the old man could see his son growing up like this, it would surely be a very warm scene.
In fact, Xiang Que has been thinking that if Zhu Chungang can return to the ancient well to see how wonderful it is, he can send Xiang Zheng to Zhongnan Mountain to keep the old Taoist company. Don't look at Zhu Chungang's usual lazy appearance, but if it really happens
With the little guy by his side, the old man would probably rather work hard for the rest of his life.
After all, back then, when Xiang Que was ten years old, Zhu Chungang traveled back and forth from Zhongnan Mountain to Xiangjiatun for ten years.
Zhu Chungang is not necessarily really lazy, but he is afraid that there seems to be nothing in this world that he cares about too much.
When Xiang Que walked out of the hospital, he looked in the direction of Mount Molu and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I have a son, and my senior brother has a daughter...will you come back?"