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Chapter 109 Qian Nian'en

Qian Cheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled, but as he smiled, tears began to fall.

He leaned against the wall, crying like a child.

The nurse was startled: "Comrade, are you alright?"

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Qian Cheng shook his head and wiped away his tears.

"It's okay, I'm happy."

After a while, Zhang Mingxi was wheeled out. She looked a little pale, but her overall condition was okay. Looking at Qian Cheng, whose eyes were clearly red, Zhang Mingxi asked, "Did you cry?"

Qian Cheng quickly shook his head, stubbornly insisting, "I didn't cry."

"You're lying, your eyes are all red."

Qian Cheng held her hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Mingxi shook her head: "Let's look at my daughter."

The nurse lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing a small, red, wrinkled face with its eyes closed and lips moving slightly.

Qian Cheng's heart melted when he looked at that little face.

He reached out and gently touched her small hand.

This hand is so small, about the size of his fingers, and it's soft and warm.

The little girl stirred, but didn't wake up.

Qian Cheng smiled and whispered, "Daughter, daughter, I'm your dad, you know that."

The little girl ignored him and went back to sleep.

Zhang Mingxi looked at him and teased with a smile, "Are you stupid? She can't hear now, and even if she could, she wouldn't understand."

Qian Cheng didn't care about that: "Even if she can't hear me, I have to tell her, I have to let her know."

Zhang Mingxi didn't say anything more, she just looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

When Hou Yufen saw her granddaughter and Zhang Mingxi, who was weak after giving birth, she was so happy that tears streamed down her face.

"Okay, okay."

He said "good" several times in a row and held on tightly, refusing to let go.

The little girl stirred in her arms, opened her eyes, glanced at her, and then closed them again.

Hou Yufen was quite excited: "She's looking at me, she recognizes me."

That evening, Qian Cheng sat in the hospital room, looking at his wife and daughter.

Zhang Mingxi fell asleep, and her daughter fell asleep too. The two of them, one big and one small, lay there, breathing evenly.

After the child was born, Qian Cheng realized that being a father was much harder than he had imagined.

The little girl cried all night the first night.

She wasn't crying all the time, just a few sobs every now and then, like a kitten meowing. Lying on the cot, Qian Cheng felt a pang of heartache listening to her cry.

He got up, walked to the small bed, and looked down at her.

The little girl had her eyes closed, her mouth moving slightly, and her face flushed red; it was unclear what she was crying about.

He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he didn't dare, afraid of hurting her.

Zhang Mingxi woke up in the hospital bed and said softly, "She's probably hungry."

Qian Cheng quickly picked up his daughter and handed her to Zhang Mingxi. Zhang Mingxi breastfed her, and the little girl took the baby in her mouth and wouldn't let go, sucking loudly. Her face wasn't red anymore, and she was quiet, her little mouth moving gently.

Qian Cheng sat beside her watching and thought that this girl was just like him when she ate; she would get anxious when she was hungry, but she would behave herself once she started eating.

Seeing his gaze, Zhang Mingxi smiled and asked, "Why are you staring at her like that?"

Qian Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Who does she look like?"

"Who does he look like?"

"Like me, I can eat a lot."

Zhang Mingxi laughed and scolded him, "The baby's only been born a day ago, and you can already tell she can eat a lot."

After being fed, the little girl burped and fell asleep again.

Qian Cheng put her back in her crib, covered her with a blanket, took two steps back, and stood there watching.

She was sleeping soundly, her little mouth slightly open, her breathing soft and gentle, her little belly rising and falling.

Qian Cheng watched for a while before going back to his bed and lying down.

She had just lain down when she started crying again.

This time, however, it wasn't hunger; it was needing to pee.

Qian Cheng frantically changed the diaper, but the little girl was uncooperative, kicking her little legs around, and he couldn't handle it by himself.

Zhang Mingxi was about to get up to help, but Qian Cheng quickly stopped him: "Don't move, I can do it myself."

After more than ten minutes of fussing, it was finally changed, and the little girl finally stopped crying.

Hou Yufen arrived early the next morning, bringing millet porridge and boiled eggs: "You have to eat millet porridge during postpartum confinement. It's nourishing. That's what I ate when I gave birth to Qian Cheng and Qian Lu."

Zhang Mingxi drank some porridge, ate two eggs, and then fell asleep again.

Hou Yufen picked up the little girl, sat her on a chair, and gently rocked her.

The little girl slept soundly in her arms, not moving at all.

Hou Yufen saw Qian Cheng staring blankly and said, "Go back and rest. You haven't slept all night; you can't keep going."

Qian Cheng shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy."

Seeing that Qian Cheng still refused to go back to rest, Hou Yufen glared at her and lost her temper: "You have to rest whether you're tired or not. You'll be busy from now on."

Qian Cheng thought about it and agreed, so he went home, slept for two hours, and then came back.

Life only truly began after I was discharged from the hospital.

The little girl changes every day. When she was born, she was all wrinkled and red, but after only a few days, her face relaxed, and the redness faded, revealing a fair complexion.

Its eyes were open, dark and unfocused, and it seemed to be looking at something, just looking around.

"What are you looking at?"

Of course, she didn't answer; she just watched.

Zhang Mingxi said from the side, "She's recognizing you. Hug her more, and she'll recognize you."

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Upon hearing this, Qian Cheng hugged her even more frequently.

I've been thinking about naming it for several days.

Qian Cheng thought of a few names, such as Qian Duoduo, Qian Lele, and Qian Xiaoxiao, which would be used as nicknames for the time being. Rural children need to be given nicknames to make them easier to raise, but Zhang Mingxi objected to all of them.

"That's too casual."

In the end, it was Zhang Mingxi who came up with the idea: "Let's name him Qian Nian'en, meaning 'never forgetting kindness'."

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Qian Cheng paused for a moment after hearing this, then remained silent.

Zhang Mingxi asked him, "Is it good?"

Qian Cheng nodded solemnly: "Okay, let's call him Nian'en, Qian Nian'en."

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He knew in his heart that Zhang Mingxi chose this name to remember those who had helped them: Boss Cui, Teacher Zhou, Director Liu, Director Chen, and the villagers.

When Nian'en turned one month old, Qian Cheng didn't hold a big celebration; he just had a meal at home.

Hou Yufen stewed chicken, steamed fish, and stir-fried several dishes.

Qian Lu and his sister-in-law brought Xiao Ni from their hometown, and Zhang Changtian and Deng Jingshu also came.

The whole family squeezed into the small house, having a lively and fun time.

When Xiao Ni first saw her little sister, she clung to the crib to look at her for a long time before turning back to her mother and saying, "Mom, my little sister is small."

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The older sister-in-law laughed: "Your younger sister is small, and you're the older sister, so you have to take care of her, you know?"

Xiao Ni nodded, reached out and touched Nian En's face gently, as if touching an egg.

Zhang Changtian held Nian'en in his arms, his expression still the same, stiff, but his hands were very steady.

He has experience holding children; he was the one who raised Zhang Mingxi.

Qian Cheng looked at his master holding his daughter and felt a surge of emotions. He recalled the days when he was learning the craft in the carpentry workshop and how the old man was always sharp-tongued.

Zhang Changtian held the child for a while, then handed the child to Deng Jingshu. He took out a small wooden horse from his pocket. It was about the size of a palm, finely carved, with four sturdy legs, a raised head, and even the mane was carved out.