Compared to last year's Chinese New Year, this year's Chinese New Year was very relaxing.

Qian Qing and Zhou Hao went back home after having their family reunion dinner. They should have stayed up all night to celebrate the coming of the new year, but Qian Qing was feeling particularly sleepy and had to go to bed before 10 o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Hao closed all the doors and windows of his house tightly, and even stuffed the gaps in the windows with old cloth strips, fearing that Qian Qing would fall asleep and be awakened by the sound of gunfire at midnight.

After cleaning up everything, the two of them snuggled up in bed and watched TV.

Zhou Hao was holding his wife in his arms and thinking that by this time next year, there would be a new baby in the family.

This is the last clean New Year for him and his wife.

"you……"

"Wife..."

Zhou Hao touched his wife's long hair: "You speak first."

Qian Qing really wanted to ask: "When will you graduate from the vocational college?"

It has been almost a year since Zhou Hao went to school, but he is a first-year student and will probably graduate in another half a year.

Although the studies at the vocational university are not busy, Zhou Hao has to work, take care of his studies, and take care of his housework, so it is quite hard.

Zhou Hao didn't understand why his wife was interested in his studies, but he answered honestly: "Probably. When you pass the final exam, you can get the certificate."

Qian Qing hesitated for a while before asking, "Zhou Hao, what do you think... is it okay for me to go to a vocational college?"

Zhou Hao was surprised. When he asked Qian Qing half a year ago, she looked like she didn't want to go back to school and suffer. How come she changed her mind in just a short time?

Qian Qing also felt a little pain on her face: "Well... I can't always not understand the report, right?"

And the last time she went to a trade fair, she met Lily from the Ouhe Group, which made her very unhappy. She used English when communicating with those fake foreign designers, but she had to hire people to import fabrics from outside, and the documents prepared by those part-time college students were all densely packed with English letters, which made her feel guilty.

Finance, management, and English are the three things she is in urgent need of right now.

If she wants to learn these things, she has to go to school. She can't always rely on Wen Lan alone.

Zhou Hao understood his wife's thoughts, but did not support her idea.

"If you want to learn these, then vocational college is definitely not for you."

Vocational colleges are aimed at oil fields, and the majors there are all practical, such as electricians, pliers, and chemical engineers. The majors Qian Qing mentioned are related to economic majors, and vocational colleges only have one accounting major that is barely related, and they don't teach English.

Qian Qing was a little disappointed: "What should I do?"

The only school she could attend now was the Vocational University, which, after all, enrolled students independently and was aimed at workers and their families. She was at a loss as to what to choose from other schools.

Zhou Hao was of course happy that his wife wanted to make progress. After a brief thought, he offered a suggestion: "Why don't we go ask Professor Yan about it?"

Qian Qing is a self-employed person, which is different from those in the system. Those in the system value practicality and diplomas. With a diploma, there is a greater hope for promotion in the future.

But for Qian Qing, learning knowledge is the most important thing. Now the domestic economy is changing more and more every day, and whether the economics teachers are really competent is also a question.

So either don’t go to school, or go to a good school!

Zhou Hao suggested: "When we go to my uncle's house in the third year of junior high school, we can give Professor Yan some gifts and ask him if Wutong University has the same learning method as Vocational University."

Qian Qing has a career to take care of and will have a child soon. It is not realistic for her to study from morning till night like a college student for four years. For a vocational college like this, it is better to go to class on weekends and evenings.

Qian Qing felt a little uneasy after hearing Zhou Hao's words: "Wutong University..."

It's not her fault that she feels vain. Her grades were not outstanding in school, and she never thought about going to college throughout high school. Now she suddenly asked someone to ask if she could go to Wutong University... Zhou Hao didn't even go!

As soon as Zhou Hao saw Qian Qing, he knew what she was thinking: "I can take the postgraduate entrance examination after I graduate from Vocational University. By the way, I will also ask Professor Yan how to prepare."

Qian Qing felt relieved. This was good. When the time came, she could just say that she was just asking about her own business. This would avoid having to be rejected by Professor Yan as soon as she asked about it.

She is a boss now, how embarrassing...

After finishing her own story, Qian Qing asked Zhou Hao what he was about to say.

Zhou Hao was in high spirits and took out a piece of paper from the bedside. On it were two rows of neatly written characters. Zhou Hao looked distressed: "I picked some characters from the Xinhua Dictionary, but I just couldn't decide which one was good. Can you take a look?"

Qian Qing's eyes went dark. On the large piece of paper, there was either "Ling", "Jiao", or "Lan"...

"Zhou Hao."

"What's wrong, wife?"

"You really don't consider at all the problem of me giving birth to a son?"

Zhou Hao's desire for a daughter was obvious to all. Ever since Qian Qing became pregnant, Zhou Hao would smile whenever he saw little girls jumping rubber bands on the street. Qian Qing seriously suspected that if she gave birth to a girl, Zhou Hao would make sure she didn't get out of bed until she was three years old, and would always be on his head.

But the key point is that Qian Qing never saw herself pregnant in that dream! Who knows whether she is pregnant with a boy or a girl?

Zhou Hao is so sure. If he has a boy in the future, will he call his son "Lingling" or "Jiaojiao"?

The joy on Zhou Hao's face seemed to be frozen. He turned his head sharply, and Qian Qing could even hear the sound of his heart breaking.

With helplessness on her face, Qian Qing patted Zhou Hao's cheek and said, "Think about it carefully. If you give birth to a bad boy, you can't just throw him back into my stomach with your hands."

Zhou Hao looked at a loss. It would be great if he had a daughter like Qian Qing, obedient and gentle.

Give birth to a son to follow me?

Zhou Hao's eyes went dark. He had only learned to be tactful in the past few years. Before, he was like a fighting chicken, picking on anyone he met. Although Lao Ding was on good terms with his brothers now, he had beaten Lao Ding a lot when he was a kid. When he first came to the village, he beat up all the boys in the village by himself, and he would still stick his neck out when people talked about him.

After a long while, Zhou Hao said with a sad face: "Not really?"

The probability is one in two. He can't be that unlucky.

Qian Qing was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I'm just reminding you to be mentally prepared and not to give my son a nickname like Jiaojiao Yanyan."

Zhou Hao hesitated for a while, picked up the dictionary, flipped through it casually, and reluctantly wrote a few words on the name paper.

Qian Qing went over to take a look and was almost laughed out of anger at him.

Among all the romantic stories, there was a crooked word written in the corner: "Yang".

Zhou Hao muttered as if he was deceiving himself: "If it's a boy, I'll call him Yangyang, and if it's a girl... I'll pick one when I'm free."

Qian Qing covered herself with the quilt and was too lazy to care about him.

****

On the morning of the first day of the first lunar month, people were visiting everywhere to wish each other a happy new year. Qian Qing, who was pregnant, did not go out for a walk like she did last year. At most, she visited each other in the building. At noon, she still went to Qian's mother's house for lunch.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, Qian's father and mother went back to visit Qian's grandmother. Only then did Qian Qing tell her sister how she had deceived her father.

When Qian Yu first heard Qian Qing say that Uncle Qian made money from orchid speculation, she heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that she would no longer have to see Grandma Qian crying for money. But after listening to Qian Qing's analysis, she couldn't help but get nervous.

"Can uncle really do that?"

Qian Qing didn't know how far Uncle Qian had come, so she didn't exaggerate to her sister. "I don't know, but given Uncle's personality, he will do his best sooner or later. If Dad can't solve the problem this year, not to mention Mom, our business will be in trouble."

Qian Yu sighed: "If only Dad could understand today."

There had been signs of Grandma Qian's partiality for a long time, and Father Qian had noticed it over the years, but he always thought it was just old-fashioned thinking and the reason why the couple had no son.

In fact, Qian Yucai didn’t think so. Grandma Qian had already been partial to her sister before she was born.

At that time, Qian's mother was still able to have children and there was no birth plan, so the average number of children was several. But Qian's grandmother only asked Qian's father for money, and she didn't even come to take care of Qian's mother when she was pregnant. How could it be that she was angry with Qian's father because she didn't expect a grandson?

"I just hope that Dad will understand this time."

The two sisters were not very close to their father, but they also knew that Qian's father was just like that, with old-fashioned ideas, but he would never say it. Just like when Qian Yu got divorced, if he was really old-fashioned, he would not even want to see his daughter, let alone take her back to her parents' home.

Although Mr. Qian was angry at the time, he didn't say anything nonsense. When he saw that Qian Yu was not there, he was worried that she was afraid of him and hid away.

Apart from his foolish filial piety, her father is much better than those old-fashioned people.

A few people were worried about Qian's father's affairs and had no mood to go out for a walk. They just watched TV upstairs in Qian's mother's grocery store while waiting for her to come back.

Qianqian had fun as soon as she had a holiday, and followed her friends around to look for a quickie. When Qianyu scolded her, she rubbed the corner of her clothes. It was obvious that she wanted to play and didn't want to agree to her mother's words.

Qian Yu has been very busy over the past year and has not had much time to spend with her daughter. She can't always scold her, after all, her mother is always busy making money and is not around. When she comes back, she scolds people. After a long time, there will be a gap between the mother and daughter.

"Qianqian, that cannon is a dumb cannon. It's okay if it hits your body, but what will you do if it hits your face?" Qian Yu advised earnestly.

Qianqian still didn't speak.

Zhou Hao couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out a few long incense sticks from somewhere and lit one end with a lighter.

"Well, when you nod, you should lie on your side and wrap your head and face with a scarf."

Qianqian took it with shining eyes and looked at her mother timidly.

Qian Yu saw that the incense stick Zhou Hao gave was long enough and his daughter looked so pitiful, so he could only smile helplessly and said, "Go ahead, but don't throw the cannon into the water or into the well cover."

Qianqian ran away shouting with joy.

Zhou Hao's expression became complicated, and Qian Yu looked puzzled.

"What's wrong with Zhou Hao?" Qian Yu asked the girl in a low voice.

Qian Qing: "Oh, he's afraid that I'll give him a baby with a penis."