"Me too."
Song Lan responded with a smile, and then said, "Don't they look exactly alike? I heard the nurses talking about it in the delivery room."
"Would you like me to bring it over so you can take a look?"
Qin Yanzheng asked.
Song Lan: "Okay."
Before picking up his two sons, Qin Yanzheng first helped Song Lan sit up against the headboard. Then he brought the older son to Song Lan and handed him to her, followed by the younger son, saying:
"The second son has a mole on his lip, near the cupid's bow of his lower lip. The mole is now very small and not easily noticeable unless you look closely. Apart from that, the second son is no different from the eldest son."
By the way, the eldest weighs 5.1 pounds, and the second weighs exactly 5 pounds; they're not much different in height.
Hearing this, Song Lan radiated maternal love and said with a smile, "It seems that the two brothers were really friendly when they were in my belly, not fighting over nutrients at all. They're both good babies. I heard from Dongxu that you and Dad asked Grandpa to choose the children's formal names, so how about we give the two little ones nicknames?"
"I'll listen to you."
Qin Yanzheng had no objection.
"Is it okay if the older brother is called Da Bao and the younger brother is called Er Bao?"
Song Lan asked Qin Yanzheng.
"very good."
Qin Yanzheng nodded, and then said, "These two rascals are lucky to have received nicknames from my wife!"
Upon hearing this, Song Lan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Da Bao and Er Bao have only been born for a short time, and you're already calling them 'little rascals' all the time. They're asleep right now and don't know, but when they wake up and hear you calling them 'little rascals,' they might start crying and making a fuss."
"If they dare to cause trouble, they'll be in for a beating!"
Qin Yanzheng spoke bluntly, which made Song Lan laugh again: "You're willing to do that?"
"As long as you're not angry with me, I have nothing to regret."
For him, his wife's feelings are the most important. If his two brats ever dare to upset his wife, he, as her father, will definitely not let them off easily!
Song Lan glared at the man and said, "Children need to be taught from a young age. Besides, no one is perfect. As parents, we can't let our children make mistakes, but we also can't be too strict and not allow them to make mistakes. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Yanzheng: "If you make a mistake, you have to get a beating!"
"Who said that? It's not terrible for children to make mistakes. As long as they sincerely try to correct them, we shouldn't punish them indiscriminately."
Song Lan offered her insights.
"Alright, my wife and I will follow your lead. You'll be in charge of disciplining our two boys from now on. If you can't control them, then I'll step in and discipline them!"
"You have to get a beating if you make a mistake" was something Qin Yanzheng said casually, just to make his wife happy. He wasn't a domineering person who would hit children at will, nor was he a fire-breathing dragon who would lose his temper and use violence to solve problems over the smallest things.
However, on the other hand, if a child makes a mistake but does not repent, it is still necessary to discipline them to prevent them from repeatedly going down the wrong path.
Qin Yanzheng thought so, but he believed that the two little ones he and Song Lan were holding in their arms would not exhibit any rebellious behavior, after all, the environment in which children grow up and the teachings of their parents have a crucial influence on them.
Regarding these two aspects, Qin Yanzheng felt that there were no problems in their family.
Familiar footsteps came from outside the ward. Soon, Li Jumei pushed open the ward door and walked in. Behind her, Song Sanhe followed in carrying a lunchbox.
“I came out of the water room and walked into this corridor and happened to run into your dad who came to bring you chicken soup.”
"Dad, you've worked hard, thank you!"
Upon hearing what Li Jumei said, Song Lan immediately smiled and expressed her heartfelt gratitude.
"What are you saying, kid? That's your dad. He brought you chicken soup, why are you saying thank you?!"
Li Jumei glanced at Song Lan, shook her head, and continued, "Don't say such things to family members, it'll make us feel distant."
“Mom, I didn’t mean anything by it. Besides, saying ‘thank you’ doesn’t mean we’re being distant. It’s just politeness. Even with your own family, you need to say thank you sometimes. You can’t take your family’s efforts for granted.”
Song Lan explained.
"You always have so many grand principles!"
Li Jumei shook her head again.
“Mom, Lanlan is right. As the younger generation, we can’t take our elders’ efforts for granted. Otherwise, what’s the difference between us and ingrates?”
Qin Yanzheng sided with Song Lan. After hearing what he said, Li Jumei said helplessly, "Fine, you young people have read more books, know more, and have more principles. We old guys can't keep up with your pace. Do as you please!"
"Mom, in my heart, you and Dad are both capable people. And what capable person isn't smart?!"
As Song Lan chattered on, she noticed Li Jumei and Song Sanhe looking at her, and couldn't help but smile: "I'm telling the truth, I'm not making things up to deceive you."
"Dad, Mom, I agree with what Lanlan said."
Qin Yanzheng continued to side with Song Lan.
The old residential compound of the machinery factory.
At Song Lan's home.
living room.
Grandma Chen watched Grandpa Chen flip through the dictionary for hours, writing down no fewer than ten names on paper, yet still tirelessly turning the pages. She couldn't help but say:
"Little Qin's dad is perfectly fine, but you, you insist on naming Lanlan's child yourself. I really don't know what to say to you."
"My second son and Xiao Qin have no objections, so please stop nagging me about my faults."
Grandpa Chen didn't look at Grandma Chen; his gaze fell on the open dictionary pages: "Besides, when Xiao Qin called his father to share the good news, he mentioned that I would name the two children, and Xiao Qin's father on the other end of the phone had no objections, as you know."
"Xiao Qin has already said all that to his father, what else do you expect him to say? Are you suggesting he refuse, or that he, as the child's grandfather, should name the grandson himself?"
Grandma Chen rolled her eyes at Grandpa Chen.
"We're all elders, so it doesn't matter who names the child."
Grandpa Chen casually replied, "Grandma Chen."
"Since they're all the same, why do you insist on having the right to name the child?"
Grandma Chen rolled her eyes again.
Grandpa Chen was flipping through the dictionary and, as usual, didn't notice it.
After a while, Grandma Chen, having waited for Grandpa Chen to speak, turned her gaze to the paper in front of him with about a dozen names written on it, and said, "I think the names 'Shao Chen' and 'Shao Jin,' and 'Jun An' and 'Jun Ping' are both good."
Why don't we just pick a couple and settle on one, instead of continuing this endless hassle?
Upon hearing this, Old Master Chen paused in his dictionary flipping through the pages. After a moment, he closed the dictionary, looked up at Old Madam Chen, and asked, "So, do you suggest choosing 'Shao Chen' or 'Shao Jin,' or 'Jun An' or 'Jun Ping'?"
Without even thinking, Grandma Chen said, "The last two."
“Okay, let’s go with the names ‘Jun’an’ and ‘Jun’ping’.”
Grandpa Chen chuckled and said, "These two names are easy to write and have good meanings. My great-grandson will definitely like them!"
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