Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Fang Ying was shocked first: She...
Fang Ying was only eight years old when her mother passed away. Her mother's appearance was actually a little vague in her memory, but her mother's careful care and kindness were always engraved in her heart and she would never forget them.
"Have you chosen a name for the child?" Fang Ying didn't want to talk about her own affairs anymore, so she asked Ji Yanlang instead.
"Not yet. I asked my second brother to pick out a few characters with good meanings for me. Please help me think about them and see which one is good."
Ji Yanlang pulled Fang Ying to sit down, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and unfolded it to show her.
Fang Ying saw that the characters written on it were all common ones like Rong, Hua, Min, and Hui, and said, "They're all good. If you really can't make up your mind, you can ask Mom to help you choose one later."
"Mom will definitely laugh at me. I didn't study hard when I was little, and now I can't even help someone choose a name."
Fang Ying smiled and reassured him, "No, this time we're doing a good deed first. Mother will definitely be happy after hearing the whole story."
She then showed Ji Yanlang the embroidery piece that Zhang Sanniang had given her. "This is a big piece, perfect for making clothes for you."
Ji Yanlang listened to her while secretly observing her expression. When she finished, he praised her, "Zhang Sanniang truly has a loving mother's heart."
"Yeah." Fang Ying sighed softly.
"Is my mother-in-law also such a loving mother?"
Fang Ying paused, then looked up at Ji Yanlang. Seeing his eyes full of concern, she wrapped up the embroidery and answered seriously, "It's actually quite different. Apart from anything else, my mother would never trust my father to take me out alone."
Her father is not the kind of father who would take his daughter out to see a variety show.
"She wasn't good at embroidery, but she made clothes, shoes, and socks very well. She could also spin yarn and weave cloth by herself. The clothes I wore as a child were all made by my mother using the cloth she wove herself."
Once the conversation started, Fang Ying couldn't help but want to talk more about her mother. "She never had a proper education, but she knew how to read. She said she learned it from my second uncle when he was studying with my grandfather."
Her uncle had been extremely dull since childhood. Although he was a few years older than Fang Ying's mother and had started studying a long time ago, he made no progress and was always like a toddler who had just started learning. This always made her grandfather so angry that he had to punish him with family rules.
"My mother and my second uncle learned to read together for three or four years, and they were better than him in everything. My grandfather finally realized that his son was not cut out for studying and could no longer fight, so he sent him to learn martial arts. My mother still wanted to study, but my grandfather was unwilling to waste his time teaching her alone. He said that learning to read was enough and that she should learn the things a woman should learn."
Because of this sentence, Fang Ying's mother often hated herself for not being a man. She also told Fang Ying that if she were a man, she would have gone out to explore the world and made great achievements, and would not be as useless as Fang Ying's two uncles.
"It turns out that your spirit of being a woman who is as good as a man comes from your mother-in-law." Ji Yanlang sighed with a smile.
Fang Ying refused to admit it: "Stop talking nonsense. When did I ever have such an aspiration?"
Ji Yanlang deliberately teased her and made her laugh a few times, and only felt relieved when he saw that she had put away her sadness.
In the evening, the two of them brought the embroidery piece to Li's room and told her what had happened. Li was indeed very pleased. Ji Yanlang asked his mother to help him choose a name. Li laughed and said, "They asked you to choose one, and you beg me. Isn't this cheating?"
"I think these words are all good, but I really don't know which one to choose." Ji Yanlang smiled, "It's not cheating if you give your son an idea."
"If you don't know which one to choose, why not just pick two and give it a three-character name?" said Li.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" Ji Yanlang stared at the words on the paper and started to put them together to form words, "Rongmin, Ronghui, Minhui..."
Seeing that Li really didn't want to help with the naming, Fang Ying took out the embroidery piece and showed it to her mother-in-law. "I think her embroidery is very delicate. It can make you a long coat or a jacket."
Li took it in her hand and examined it carefully. "It is indeed exquisite. She is a skilled craftsman." She then said, "How are you going to make me a dress? Make it yourself. This pattern is perfect for you."
She handed the embroidery piece back and said seriously, "I still have a lot of clothes that I haven't worn yet. You should make more new clothes so that I can wear them when I go out for fun in the spring."
Ji Yanlang suddenly said, "His last name is Wan. How about Wan Jiarong? The "Jia" in "Jiaren" means "glory" or "honor."
Li said, "As a small family, it's better to choose a name that can be suppressed."
Ji Yanlang began to mutter to himself in distress again.
Fang Ying couldn't help but smile, and Li smiled too, "This is a good opportunity to think about it. When you have a child in the future, you won't be as distressed as you are today."
Ji Yanlang sighed: "That would only make things more difficult."
Li laughed and shook her head: "You can go back and worry about it slowly. We have to set up dinner."
After dinner, Ji Yanlang returned to his room. Still undecided, he asked Fang Ying for help again, and finally decided on the two words "Ming/Hui".
"I'm already starting to worry about what to name our daughter." Ji Yanlang solved the problem, but instead of feeling relieved, he frowned.
Fang Ying smiled and said, "Have you forgotten? My nieces' names were all chosen by my father."
"Yes!" Ji Yanlang slapped his thigh, "How could I forget?"
He let out a long sigh: "I was frightened by my mother just now."
"You just need to think of a nickname." Fang Ying deliberately waited for him to exhale and said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yanlang answered quickly: "You choose the nickname."
Fang Ying raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything, Ji Yanlang continued, "You've read more than me, so your name must sound good."
In order to avoid giving her a name, they all praised her. Fang Ying glanced at him sideways.
Ji Yanlang chuckled twice and asked, "Did you have a nickname when you were a child?"
"Just call me Ying'er."
"Was it the father-in-law or the mother-in-law who gave it to him?"
"My father originally wanted to name me Jingying (Ying), but my mother said that since I was the eldest daughter, it would be better to follow the family's generation name and name me Chongying (Ying), which would have a better meaning. So my father agreed."
Ji Yanlang remembered the names of her two younger brothers and nodded, "I see."
The two chatted for a while and then went to bed early.
Perhaps because she had talked too much about naming her daughter, Fang Ying dreamed at night of a cute little girl with two chubby white hands stretched out, calling her mother and asking her to hold her.
In her dream, Fang Ying wondered if her daughter had grown up so much already. She reached out and held the little girl in her arms. She felt her daughter was sweet and soft, and she couldn't help but kiss her on the face again and again.
The girl giggled as she was kissed, and a kind of unprecedented satisfaction and joy rose in Fang Ying's heart. It lingered in her heart until she woke up in the morning, making her feel happy but also a little melancholy.
It would be great if I could really give birth to a daughter like that.
This thought suddenly popped up in Fang Ying's mind, and she was shocked: Did she actually want to have a baby herself?
"Didn't you sleep well?" Ji Yanlang came in after practicing boxing and saw her sitting in front of the dressing table in a daze, so he leaned over and took a few glances at her in the mirror.
Fang Ying came back to her senses and shook her head, "I slept well."
"So...what are you thinking about?" Ji Yanlang asked again.
"What could be on my mind so early in the morning?" Fang Ying was frightened by her own thoughts. Before she came to her senses, she didn't want to tell him about her dream.
Ji Yanlang said: "I thought you were thinking about your mother-in-law again."
Fang Ying saw that he was genuinely concerned and not teasing, so she shook her head and said, "No, I just haven't fully recovered."
Today is the first day of the new year, and Ji Yanlang has to go to the camp early. He doesn't have much time to talk in the early morning, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After Fang Ying and her fifth sister-in-law finished their household chores, seeing that it was still early, they went to her second sister-in-law Yue Qing'e's room to talk.
Yue Qing'e was feeling bored staying in the room, and when she saw Fang Ying coming, she took her hand and went out to relax in the garden together.
"The weather is really nice today, so warm." Yue Qing'e said as she walked.
"Yeah." Fang Ying agreed. "It's been sunny more often this year, and the weather hasn't changed much. It's warmer than this time last year."
Yue Qing'e thought for a moment and said, "Really? Liu Lang came back around this time last year, right?"
Fang Ying nodded.
"I remember I was wearing a padded jacket at that time, but I still feel hot even with a cloak on now," said Yue Qing'e.
Fang Ying chatted with her, took a walk in the garden, and then sent her back. However, she didn't say what she wanted to say.
Although the second sister-in-law didn't say it, she must be hoping that this baby would be a boy. If she goes to others and tells them about the bond between mother and daughter, even if the second sister-in-law is not suspicious, she probably won't listen.
Yue Qing'e couldn't tell him. Zhou Congshan was newly married and it was unknown when she would see him again. Fang Ying had no choice but to tell Lichun, "I just figured out why I'm not afraid anymore and I think it would be nice to have a daughter."
Lichun asked, "Is it because of Xiu'er?"
"She should have a share too." Fang Ying looked up at the clear western sky. "She and Zhang Sanniang always remind me of the time when my mother and I depended on each other as children."
That kind of life-to-life connection and close intimacy can only exist between a mother and daughter.
If she had a daughter, and she raised her like a mother would raise her, she would be able to regain this long-lost bond, right?
"Also, when I was talking to my husband yesterday about my mother, I realized that except for me, no one else often remembers what kind of person my mother was and what kind of life she went through, and tells others about it."
My grandparents have four children and so many grandchildren that they can’t even take care of them all while they are still alive. They themselves are old and sick. My father remarried a long time ago, and he doesn’t even care much about his stepmother Fang Ying, let alone his late wife who passed away many years ago.
As her mother's only flesh and blood, she is unwilling to forget even the smallest detail and always thinks of her mother.
Thinking about it this way, giving birth to a child doesn't seem so scary. After all, the child is not only born for Ji Yanlang, but also her own flesh and blood, with the mother's bloodline inherited.
This matter had troubled Fang Ying for a long time. Now that he had figured it out, Fang Ying felt a sudden sense of relief in his heart, and his breathing became much easier.
She went back to her room and took her usual nap. Although she didn't have any good dreams, she felt happier than usual when she woke up.
In the afternoon, Ji Yanlang returned home and brought her a bag of roasted lamb. He also said that he had given Wanzhi the name he had chosen.
Fang Ying responded with a few words, but when she saw him looking at her face intentionally or unintentionally, she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her face, asking, "Is there something on my face?"
"No." Seeing that she seemed quite happy, Ji Yanlang just shook his head, "It's just that you look more and more beautiful."
“…”
The maids all lowered their heads and laughed secretly. Fang Ying glanced at him but didn't say anything.
In the evening, when the couple was enjoying their sexual life, Fang Ying felt less resistant because she had figured out the issue of having children, and her body was not as tense as usual. Ji Yanlang noticed it quickly, but he did not act recklessly. Instead, he was extremely gentle and affectionate with her.
Fang Ying felt that happiness was like an endless stream of water. She couldn't help but put her arms around Ji Yanlang's neck, urging him to go faster and faster. Finally, after a wave of happiness, she reached the state of bliss with him.
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