【Extra】: Ji'an Baby 3

At first, little Jian really liked going to Buque Sect with his mother.

His brothers and sisters, uncles, aunts, grandparents and other grandparents all doted on him, took him out to play and gave him lots of delicious cakes to eat.

But sometimes there are unhappy times.

At first, his ancestors would teach him how to write.

Start practicing from one, two, three. Little Jian thinks he is very smart!

At first, his handwriting looked like a little earthworm, crooked and twisted. But as he practiced, he got better and better, and could now write characters neatly and beautifully.

Later, his ancestors would teach him to write other characters.

For example, up, down, left, right, etc. Little Jian was also able to sit still, and he practiced with patience.

His handwriting is becoming more and more beautiful, and he has learned many, many characters. Basically, he can remember them after his ancestors teach him once. He can be said to have won at the starting line compared to his peers.

Until one day, Li Huaisheng personally taught him how to write his own name.

Zhou Sui Yu.

After writing for a long time but still couldn't write well, Ji An was so angry that he threw the brush away!

Ink splashed on the white wall, and the brush that had not yet dried was thrown on the ground.

This was the first time that little Jian got angry.

Looking at his own name on the rice paper, which he couldn't write properly no matter how hard he tried, Ji An's tears fell.

"I don't like my name anymore!" Jian's little hands were still stained with ink, but he didn't care at all and started wiping his tearful eyes.

The ink and tears stained his entire face, and the originally white and tender little ball turned directly into a small piece of coal. It looked both funny and heartbreaking.

Li Huaisheng hugged Ji An and coaxed him, "Be good, be good. I won't write anymore."

Ji An sniffed twice, "Wuwuwu, why is my name so difficult to write? Wuwuwu! I don't want to be called Zhou Suiyu? Wuwuwu——"

Hearing Ji'an's sad cries, Zhou Jibai and Shi Huai hurried over from outside.

"What's wrong?" Shi Huai pushed the door open and entered the room, and saw a little coal boy sitting in his grandfather's arms crying uncontrollably.

When Ji An heard his parents' voices, he raised his little black face and stretched out his arms towards Zhou Jibai: "Woo woo woo. I want a hug!"

Zhou Jibai stepped forward and held his son in his arms. Just as he was about to tell Ji An not to bury his face in his arms, before he could open his mouth, Ji An decisively buried his dirty little face in Zhou Jibai's white clothes in the next second.

Zhou Jibai: "..."

Never mind, it’s just a piece of clothing.

He patted Jian's back and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Shi Huai also stepped forward and asked his grandfather, "What happened, Grandpa?"

Ji An is not a crybaby, so it is not easy to make him cry loudly.

Li Huaisheng blushed and coughed: "I was teaching him to write his own name, but he couldn't do it, so he got angry."

Shi Huai glanced at the rice paper spread out on the table. On it were the two words "Sui Yu" written crookedly, with various strokes missing and could only be barely read.

She also coughed twice and looked back at Zhou Jibai somewhat embarrassedly.

Zhou Jibai sighed softly, "I won't write anymore."

Zhou Jibai said he could deeply understand his son's breakdown.

"Hmm..." Ji An lay on Zhou Jibai's shoulder and hummed in grievance.

When carrying Zhou Suiyu home, Shi Huai said with a smile: "I thought he would like calligraphy in the future because he grabbed the brush during the "Zhuazhou" ceremony."

Zhou Jibai: "As long as he doesn't do anything illegal, anything is fine."

"That's right. As long as our baby Jian is healthy and safe, that's more important than anything else."

The backs of the family of three were lengthened by the afterglow of the setting sun as they walked steadily towards home.

…

During the Chinese New Year, Lang Shuxuan and Zhou Chaolu, newlyweds, returned to their old home to celebrate the New Year together.

On the eve of the New Year's Eve dinner, several people were playing mahjong in the mahjong room. There was no place for Lang Shuxuan, so Lang Shuxuan helped to look after little Ji'an and little Huanyu.

Huanyu is now an elementary school student and has her own things to do, so she doesn't need anyone to watch over her. But Ji'an, who is not even four years old yet, is very clingy.

Lang Shuxuan opened the game Honor of Kings when he was bored, and Xiao Jian beside him leaned over to look over.

"Uncle-in-law, what are you playing with?"

"Shangguan Wan'er."

When the game was halfway through, Zhou Zhaolu, who was not far away, suddenly shouted, "Husband, come here quickly!"

Lang Shuxuan heard his wife calling him and handed the phone to Ji An beside him: "If you see someone coming to see you, run."

Jian nodded, not quite understanding.

When Lang Shuxuan came back again, the game was over.

He was thinking that if he asked Jian to help him play games, his credit points would definitely be deducted.

Finally, he picked up his phone and took a look.

In this game, Shangguan Wan'er is still the MVP.

He looked at Jian, who had already gone to pester his sister, in disbelief. "This is beet."

Later he told this to Zhou Jibai and Shi Huai.

Shi Huai's mouth twitched wildly when he heard this.

Zhou Jibai: "I didn't expect this divination to be so accurate."

"How can it be accurate?" Shi Huai retorted with a curl of his lips.

Zhou Jibai: "An electronic brush is not considered a brush?"

Shi Huai: ...

…

The whole family lives in this old house. Huanyu and Ji'an grew up together and have a very good relationship, better than real siblings.

When Ji'an just learned to walk, he was particularly attached to Huanyue. Huanyue was sometimes annoyed by his clinging and would run around the yard without letting him touch her.

Ji'an didn't cry, but he would follow Huanyu anxiously, drooling and making a "sizzling" sound in his mouth.

He didn't dare to run or walk too fast, but he was afraid that his sister would disappear from his sight, so his walking posture was awkward like a little penguin.

Joy stood at a distance from him, waiting for him: "Little penguin, come here quickly."

As soon as he heard his sister talking to him, Ji An would immediately laugh out loud, stretch out his arms and walk towards Huanyu to hug her.

Sometimes when the two kids played too much, Ji An would force himself to stay in Ruo Yu's arms, not wanting to go back to sleep with his parents, and wanted to sleep in his sister Huan Yu's house.

Zhou Jibai and Shi Huai had no objection. Who wouldn't be happy not having to take care of a baby?

Although this kid is usually taken care of by a nanny.

The result is...

In the middle of the night, Zhou Xu came to their residential area with a gloomy face and held the crying Ji An in his arms.

Ji An huddled in Zhou Xu's arms, his tears soaking his pajamas, and sobbed, "I want mom and dad, not uncle."

Zhou Xu patted Ji An: "Your father will be out soon."

This made him think of Zhou Jibai's childhood...

He is four years younger than Zhou Jibai. When Zhou Jibai was young, whenever he disobeyed, he would force him to serve him without any reason.

Now, holding a cub that looks exactly like Zhou Jibai when he was young, I feel an indescribable sense of...guilt.

Zhou Jibai went downstairs to the central living room to pick up his son. Seeing Ji An crying uncontrollably, he went forward and hugged Ji An in his arms.

Smelling the familiar smell and temperature, Ji An hugged Zhou Jibai tightly and was reluctant to let go.

"Did your uncle beat you secretly?" Zhou Jibai asked deliberately.

Zhou Xu: ...

Ji An shook his head: "Uncle didn't beat me, it was Ji An who missed his parents."

"It's okay. There's no shame in telling the truth. Dad was often beaten by your uncle when he was a child."

Zhou Xu: ...

"...Uncle really didn't beat me."

"He must have threatened you."

Zhou Xu:.