Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

Liu Xiaoli was stunned.

Chen Jinfei was also stunned.

He looked down at the baby in his arms who was smiling at him, and for a moment he didn't react.

next moment.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Jinfei laughed until tears streamed down his face. He picked up Chen Lang and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Oh dear! My good son!"

Xiao Anfeng, who was standing nearby, also dropped the doll and ran over to hug Chen Jinfei's leg.

She tilted her head back and followed suit, shouting along.

"dad!"

This made Chen Jinfei laugh even more heartily.

He felt completely melted by these two adorable little devils.

"Hey! Hey!"

He responded repeatedly, holding Chen Lang in one arm and scooping An Feng up with the other.

"Alright, alright! Now Jingfang has no choice but to agree!"

"From today onwards, you are my godson and goddaughter!"

He happily walked around the room.

"I was in a rush today and didn't prepare any gifts for your family reunion. Next time! Next time, Dad will make it up to you!"

Chen Lang stretched out his small hand and raised the rattle drum that Chen Jinfei had just given him.

"Yes...yes..."

Chen Jinfei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Haha! You little rascal!"

He put the two children back on the carpet and rubbed Chen Lang's head.

"Xiaoli, you've raised these two children so well! They're so adorable!"

He pinched Chen Lang's little face.

"This doesn't count! This is a gift!"

"My godfather is preparing a truly unique gift for my eldest son!"

Chen Lang immediately complied and called out in a clear voice, "Dad!"

"Why!"

Not to be outdone, Xiao Anfeng also shouted, "Dad!"

"Why!"

Chen Jinfei gradually lost himself amidst the clear, crisp voices of "Dad".

After the two children were put back on the sofa to watch cartoons.

Liu Xiaoli refilled Chen Jinfei's tea, a hint of emotion on her face.

"You're really something."

"Langlang...this is the first time he's called me 'Dad'."

Chen Jinfei's smile faded slightly, and he nodded.

He was silent for a moment, then asked softly.

"Jingfang...still no news?"

Liu Xiaoli's expression darkened.

She shook her head.

"no."

"I've been away for almost a year now."

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy.

They all seemed to know the nature of Shen Jingfang's work, which was full of danger and uncertainty.

The two tacitly agreed not to continue the topic.

Before we knew it, it was 1990.

Chen Lang is three years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning).

His wife, Xiao Anfeng, is also three years old.

At three years old, the body's brain development has finally caught up with the soul's pace.

He no longer spends most of his time in a drowsy, lethargic state like before.

The time I'm awake is getting longer and longer.

This also means that there are more and more times when we're bored.

Although the little girl named An Feng beside me has grown more and more adorable, she is as delicate as a porcelain doll.

But Chen Lang felt that he was suffering more and more.

Because he was premature, his development was always a step behind that of his peers.

Although he and An Feng were born on the same day, month, and year, when they stood together, he was almost a head shorter and a whole size smaller than An Feng.

An Feng is the kind of girl who is naturally small in stature but very strong. She has been active and strong since she was a child.

Chen Lang, on the other hand, looked as if he could be blown away by the wind.

This difference in physical size directly led to a significant disparity in their status during their daily interactions.

Especially after a cartoon called Tom and Jerry was played on our 20-inch Panasonic color TV at home.

Chen Lang felt that he had completely become like Jerry, the mouse in An Feng's hands.

No, sometimes he's not even as good as a mouse; he's more like a doll that can be manipulated at will.

In the morning, while he was still asleep, An Feng would drag him from the bed to the living room like a sack of potatoes.

"Little brother, wake up and watch TV!"

He wanted to resist, but he was too weak and could only let himself be dragged along, his two short legs leaving two helpless marks on the ground.

On the TV, a little dragon-man with horns on his head and a tail behind him was being shown.

When playing house, he was always the one being played.

Sometimes, he was a seriously ill baby who was forced to drink all sorts of strange medicines by An Feng.

It's usually made by mixing Okra and Jianlibao (a popular Chinese herbal tea brand), and sometimes a few grains of Little Raccoon instant noodles float on top.

Sometimes, he is a princess who has been kidnapped by the big bad wolf, waiting for the prince played by An Feng to rescue her.

The worst part is that after rescuing the princess, the prince always liked to hold her and spin her around until she was dizzy and foaming at the mouth.

He also tried to resist.

But each act of resistance ended with An Feng suppressing it even more forcefully.

Even sleeping at night is not peaceful.

Anfeng is a restless sleeper and likes to sleep while hugging something.

She used to hold a baby, but now she feels more comfortable holding her soft little brother.

Thus, Chen Lang became her human-shaped body pillow.

Sometimes I'm laid sideways as a pillow, and sometimes I'm hugged like an octopus.

He tried to break free, but whenever he moved, An Feng would whine in his dream and then hug him even tighter.

Ugh.

Chen Lang could only sigh silently in his heart.

At such a young age, how much undue weight has she borne?

But on second thought, it's probably for the best.

Being exhausted every day at least prevents him from overthinking.

Constantly contemplating life, the future, and the meaning of one's rebirth is also a very tiring thing.

Living a chaotic and surprising infant life like this every day has its own unique charm.

Fortunately, their world is not limited to the small world of their maternal grandparents' house.

Now that both of them could walk steadily, Liu Xiaoli and her grandparents began to feel at ease letting them visit other people's homes.

The place I visited most often was my cousin Yao Feng's house.

Yao Feng lives in the Wuhan Conservatory of Music's residential area, not too far from his maternal grandmother's house.

Chen Lang really enjoyed visiting his maternal uncle's house.

Because there, he could temporarily escape the fate of being treated like a toy by An Feng.

My cousin's family has a black piano.

My cousin Yao Beina practices the piano for two hours every day without fail.

At this moment, An Feng would be drawn to the sound of the zither.

She sat quietly beside him, holding her younger brother, her chin resting on his head as she listened intently.

Chen Lang would often be snatched from Xiao Anfeng's hands by her cousin, who loved to teach, and held on her lap while sitting on the piano bench.

"Come here, Langya, be a good girl, how about I teach you to play the piano?"

Nine-year-old Yao Beina was already a graceful young girl.

She really liked her younger brother.

Upon meeting, she would fight with An Feng for ownership, holding him tightly in her arms and refusing to let go.