Qiu Dafu was playing with the child's flailing little hand when he heard what Jiang Liu said, and his head started spinning.
It wasn't that he didn't want a name; in fact, he had already thought of several.
She wasn't satisfied with any of the names like Yunxiao, Changqing, or Qingshan.
After thinking for a moment, he said:
"Qiu Mufeng is like a gentle spring breeze."
Jiang Liu shook her head. "It doesn't sound good."
"With Qingchuan and Changshuo by the roadside, the carriages and horses will be leisurely. Qiu Qingchuan, what do you think?"
Jiang Liu shook her head.
"Qingchuan sounds like a girl's name."
"Uh..." Qiu Dafu scratched his head, wanting to say, "It's not Qingchuan."
"I really can't think of anything. Liu'er comes from a scholarly family, so let Liu'er start."
Jiang Liu shook her head.
"You should come up with a name. If you can't come up with one, you'll sleep with the child tonight."
"This..." Qiu Dafu's face was bitter. The only calligraphy he had was taught by Liu'er.
"The baby still needs to be breastfed, but I don't have any milk."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Liu chuckled, "Qiu Dafu, you're really getting more and more irresponsible."
Who would have thought that the usually serious Qiu Dafu could say something like that?
She couldn't help but glance at the wet nurse outside the door, who was chatting with Cuizhu and Wang Shi.
She originally intended to breastfeed herself, but Qiu Dafu was worried that she would get up frequently at night, so he hired a wet nurse to feed the child at night.
Since Qiu Dafu returned, Wang has been helping out at the Qiu family's house again.
Qiu Dafu gave a bitter smile, his gaze falling on his son's smacking lips.
He ate with great relish, his lips still glistening with milk.
"Qiu Moxiang. Liu'er, I hope that when he grows up, he will be as well-versed in poetry and literature as you."
Jiang Liu: "Mo Xiang, it still sounds like a girl's name, it doesn't sound good."
Qiu Dafu... He felt that Liu'er was deliberately punishing him for her previous delay in returning home.
"Qiu..." Qiu Dafu was speechless, and couldn't help but think of the snowy scene on the way to the Jiang family when he first went with Liu'er. He blurted out:
"Qiu Yingxue." That snowfall became his most beautiful memory for life.
"Yingxue?" Jiang Liu couldn't help but chuckle again.
Isn't this a girl's name?
"Your son will hate you when he grows up."
Qiu Dafu: "Then let's call her Qiu Muxue."
Ginger willow......
Okay, Qiu Dafu is terrible at naming things.
Actually, she herself isn't very good at naming things.
"I hope that our child will grow up to live a stable, peaceful, and secure life. Husband, what do you think would be a suitable name for our child?"
Qiu Dafu forced a smile, thinking about Jiang Liu's words, and finally said:
"Tranquility leads to far-reaching goals; focus leads to concentration. Qiu Jingyuan, is that alright?"
He also hopes that his child can live a peaceful life when he grows up.
"Jingyuan? A-Jing."
Jiang Liu looked at the baby in her arms and smiled gently.
This person isn't bad at naming things, is he?
"Little A-Jing, do you like the name your father gave you?"
Qiu Dafu felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
Seeing that the child had finished drinking milk, Qiu Dafu reached out and held his son in his arms.
The child was so small that he held him in his hands, making him appear even smaller.
"Ah Jing, your mother is finally satisfied."
He glanced out the window without thinking, wondering why his niece hadn't returned yet.
Outside the courtyard gate, the Li family's two children were running and playing happily in front of the willow tree.
The two children were being followed by two servants, their short legs one in front of the other, giggling as they walked.
Qiu Dafu couldn't help but think that in two more years, his son would be able to play with them.
When Li Zheng returned from the ranch, he, like Qiu Dafu, quietly gazed into the distance, waiting for his eldest apprentice to return home soon.
"Brother Qiu!"
A shout came from outside the door. Qiu Dafu looked through the window and saw the county magistrate, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
Did you come to visit him?
He put the baby in the cradle and opened the door to receive him.
"Zheng Hong? What brings you here?"
Zheng Hong: "What, aren't you welcome?"
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