Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

Yao Feng was the most excited, even happier than if he had won the award himself.

"Just like his mother! Absolutely like his mother!"

"Xiaoqin's musical talent has not been wasted at all!"

He walked over excitedly, picked Chen Lang up in one go, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Good nephew! You'll learn composition from your uncle in the future!"

"Your uncle will teach you all my skills!"

"Forget about composing, learn to sing first!"

Aunt Li Xinmin was unhappy and snatched Chen Lang away.

"What's the use of composing music? You'll end up like a mother who can't sing!"

"Langya, learn to sing with your aunt from now on! Let's become great singers!"

"Hey, is that what you call arguing for the sake of arguing..."

"How did I argue? I was telling the truth!"

Watching her parents argue endlessly about their nephew's future, Yao Beina, a round-faced little girl, also came over.

"I want to sing with my brother too!"

As she spoke, she cleared her throat and sang two lines in a childish voice.

"I know my future is not a dream, and I live every minute to the fullest..."

Although the child's voice was immature, the pitch and rhythm were impeccable.

This drew cheers from the entire audience.

The climax of the first birthday celebration ended with Chen Lang.

Next, it was Xiao Anfeng's turn.

Liu Xiaoli placed her in front of the red cloth.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating what this exquisitely beautiful little princess would choose.

Is it a lipstick mirror representing beauty, or a book and pen representing talent?

Xiao Anfeng sat there for a while, his big eyes scanning the things on the red cloth.

Then, she crawled straight toward Chen Lang.

Everyone was about to laugh again.

It seems this little girl is also going to find her little brother.

She was much faster than Chen Lang, and she scrambled over in a flash.

Before Chen Lang could react, she suddenly pounced on him.

Chen Lang was tackled to the ground by her.

She snatched the harmonica from his hand.

She seemed very interested in the little thing that could make sounds, holding it in her hands and looking at it over and over.

Before Chen Lang could even struggle back to his senses...

She climbed over Chen Lang.

The diaper she was wearing fell off because of the sudden movement.

It landed squarely on Chen Lang's face, which she was pressing down on.

It carried a warm, baby-like scent.

The whole world fell silent once again.

"..."

Chen Lang felt his world collapse at that moment.

After a brief silence, the living room erupted in even louder laughter than before.

"Hahahaha!"

"Oh my god! This is hilarious!"

"This girl! This girl is amazing!"

"Childhood sweethearts, a love-hate relationship—I love this kind of trope!"

Yao Feng laughed until tears streamed down his face, pounding the table and shouting.

"We're doomed! We Langya are going to be completely dominated by you for the rest of our lives!"

"You can control it! That's what you call controlling it!"

Grandpa was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

Chen Lang lay on the ground, a diaper covering his face, listening to the laughter filling the room.

He remained motionless, utterly despondent.

A lifetime of illustrious reputation... ruined just like that.

It was ruined by a one-year-old baby's diaper.

……

Time flies, and another six months have passed.

Chen Lang was finally able to walk steadily.

He was no longer the Langya who could only crawl on the bed and was used as a mount by Xiao Anfeng.

He can take small steps to explore this not-so-big home.

From the living room to the balcony, from the kitchen to the bedroom.

Being able to walk also means that he will face the same fate as Akemiko.

Weaning.

That day, when he heard his grandmother and Liu Xiaoli whispering in the kitchen, he knew that it was coming soon.

"Lang Yazi is almost a year and a half old, it's time to wean him."

"Mom, let's wait a little longer, he's in poor health."

"We can't wait any longer. You're about to go on a tour with the theater, and you'll be gone for a month or two. You can't take him with you, can you?"

"I……"

"It's settled then, we'll start tomorrow."

Chen Lang's heart skipped a beat.

The Last Supper is coming.

That afternoon, the scene was almost exactly the same as it had been six months earlier.

Sunlight, a sofa, and the familiar reluctance on Liu Xiaoli's face.

She hugged Chen Lang and, as usual, unbuttoned her clothes.

Chen Lang knew that this might be the last time in his life he would enjoy this exclusive benefit.

He leaned closer, ready to savor this last meal.

Just then, a small figure ran over.

Xiao Anfeng can already run with great speed and agility.

As usual, she reached out her little hand to tug at Chen Lang, calling out indistinctly.

"Little brother... little brother won't eat..."

This has become her habit.

Although she herself had long since stopped eating, she would still instinctively come over to stop Chen Lang when she saw him eating.

Perhaps in her little world, that fragrant and sweet meal has already been labeled as a dangerous item.

In the past, Chen Lang would use his head to push her away or his small hands to protect his food rations.

But this time, he looked at Xiao Anfeng's anxious little face.

She voluntarily withdrew from Liu Xiaoli's embrace.

"Wife...I don't want to eat..."

He mumbled these words, mimicking Xiao Anfeng's tone, though his pronunciation was unclear.

Liu Xiaoli was stunned.

She never expected that Chen Lang, who was always possessive of his food, would actually give it up on his own today.

"Langlang, what's wrong? Aren't you hungry?"

Chen Lang shook his head, and the chubby boy pointed at Akemiko.

"Wife...I don't want to eat."

Wife, younger brother.

These two names have formed a peculiar coexistence in the home.

When Liu Xiaoli and her maternal grandparents take care of the children, they habitually tell An Feng to take good care of his younger brother.

When my cousin Yao Feng's family, or other relatives and friends, come to visit, the adults like to tease the children according to their social status.

They would point at Chen Lang and teach An Feng in a thick Wuhan accent.

"Akaneko, this is your younger brother, the male general!"

In Wuhan dialect, "男将" refers to husband.

Then he taught Chen Lang to call her Akemiko.

"Langya, hurry, call your wife!"

Children can't distinguish these things.

Over time, An Feng remembered the word "younger brother".

Chen Lang, a guy with the soul of an adult, naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

He could call his wife "wife" better than anyone else, and his accent was even more authentic than that of a native of Wuhan.

Liu Xiaoli didn't care about these small details.

Looking at the two adorable little figures in front of her, one protecting the other, her heart melted completely.

She hugged both children tightly, feeling greatly comforted.

He kissed Chen Lang's forehead and then kissed An Feng's cheek.

My heart was filled with a tremendous sense of satisfaction.

Held in her arms, Chen Lang smelled the familiar milky scent, feeling both lost and relieved.

So be it.

It's over.

We can't really eat that until we start elementary school.

Moreover.

At such a young age, he couldn't handle the taste of chili water.