Okay, Qin Xiaoman felt that she had finally asked about a field she didn't know about; how could she explain to this three-year-old fairy tale that 'future' is a noun, and it doesn't make sense to use 'why' to introduce questions...
Helplessly, she looked at the man beside her; Yan Zisong pinched her nose; "Idiot," the man said with a fond smile, and held the little girl on his lap.
"Yiman, you drew a picture today, can you bring it back to dad to see?"
"Okay!" the little girl answered cheerfully and proudly.
"Then what do you want to draw for daddy?"
The little girl thought and thought, and started thinking all by herself, starting from puppies, to frogs, all the way to kindergarten, but she still hadn't finally decided on the object to draw.
The man squinted his eyes, full of pride; look, even if you are treating a child, you still have to use some means after all. People are too real, and it is always a hard job.
Qin Xiaoman carried the little girl out of the car and handed her to the teacher. After the usual warm greetings, the teacher quickly took little Yiman to the classroom.
Just as he was turning around to walk back to the car, a figure suddenly flashed across the corner of the kindergarten building.
Qin Xiaoman paused for a moment, the figure seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had the impression. It was just that the figure flashed too fast, and before she had time to think...
Qin Xiaoman got into the car and sat next to Yan Zisong again; for the rest of the journey, she took him to work, and then the driver took her home.
"Zisong," the woman called softly, "I want to go to the hospital later."
"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" The man's hand immediately went up to her forehead, but Qin Xiaoman smiled and took his hand down.
"No," she said softly, as if she was deliberately afraid of being heard by the driver in front of her, so she leaned into his ear, "I want to do a check-up... It has been a long time, but there is no sign of pregnancy..."
As he spoke, he muttered to himself as if puzzled, "How come it's so frequent? When you gave birth to Xiaoman, your hit rate was very high... Is there something wrong with me?"
She looked up at him with real anxiety.
The man smiled calmly and said in the calmest tone, "There is no need for an examination; I have a sterilization."
"Ah?" the woman exclaimed, almost ignoring the driver in front of her, "What did you say?" Her eyes widened, incomprehensible surprise.
He stroked her hand and groped her, "You don't know that when you gave birth to Xiaoman, you scared me so much that I almost died. If we don't have another baby, Yiman is enough."
Qin Xiaoman was stunned for a long time before coming back to her senses; "It's okay," she didn't know whether it was with sadness or apology, or a promise and guarantee, "Actually, it's nothing, it will be fine, I didn't feel anything bad at the time.
...I also want to give you another boy..."
Yes, give birth to a boy; if there is no boy to inherit such a family and such a career, how many people will be disappointed?!
Yan Zisong caressed her face and kissed her gently: "No need; it's enough for me to have you..."
This man...
Qin Xiaoman returned home, still a little absent-minded; sitting alone on the sofa, thinking about Yan Zisong's somewhat willful, but heart-wrenching decision, the phone suddenly rang.
"Mrs. Yan, Yan Yiman...she is missing," the kindergarten teacher's crying voice came from the other end of the phone, "We have searched, and a new teacher from the school is also missing..."