Rose Manor

The old man didn't have a hand in naming the child. The old man did everything for the child's full moon party.

When Fu Jichen told Shen Jia Nian about this matter, Shen Jia Nian acted indifferently: "If grandpa wants to hold a full moon banquet for little rice cake, let him do it. He is also kind-hearted."

"Then leave it to Grandpa?"

"Ah."

Once the time for the full moon banquet was decided, the couple acted as hands-off shopkeepers. They didn't need to worry about invitations, banquet venue, dishes, drinks, etc.

Fu Jichen suddenly felt that it would be good to let the old man handle it.

On the day of the full moon banquet, the couple took their children back to the Fu family's old house. Little Nian Gao was dressed festively, with a red shirt and pants, and a red dot between her eyebrows. She looked like a New Year doll.

As soon as the family of three entered the door, before Fu Jichen and Shen Jia Nian had time to greet the old man, the old man sitting on the sofa said with a beaming smile: "My little great-grandson, come to my great-grandfather quickly!"

Throwing the crutch aside, the old man opened his arms and patted his knees again.

Fu Jichen carried the child over and carefully placed it in the old man's arms.

The old man looked at the child in his arms lovingly and muttered: "Today is the first time that my little great-grandson has returned to the old house."

The little rice cake blinked its eyes like black grapes and stared at the old man. His little hands were clenched into fists, as if he wanted to cry but didn't, and his light eyebrows were furrowed.

"Oh, what's going on?" The old man imitated the child, frowned, and said with a smile, "Does this mean you don't like your great-grandpa?"

Shen Jianian explained on the side: "In the past, he was still sleeping at home, but he didn't sleep in the car just now. He must have been a little troubled."

"No wonder I am so happy that I disturbed my little great-grandson to sleep." The old man patted the little rice cake's back with his palms, "Can I coax you to sleep, grandpa?"

Fu Jianfang stood in the corner of the living room, feeling uncomfortable when seeing this scene.

The old man only talks about his "little great-grandson" and doesn't care about anyone else. This is not the first time that his old man has had a great-grandson. He has never seen him like this before. After all, even if a bowl of water is not equal, he still prefers Fu Jichen.

After suffering a lot, now she doesn't dare to offend Fu Jichen anymore even if she has some ideas.

When the old man ordered her to kneel down in the ancestral hall, it happened to be the time when Wei Ronghua passed away. Shen Jia Nian was unable to handle her early pregnancy and the family was short of manpower, so she was released from the ancestral hall to help entertain the female guests at the funeral.

I thought that the matter of kneeling in the ancestral hall was over, but who would have thought that after Wei Ronghua's funeral, the old man actually asked her to go in and kneel.

I knelt down for more than half a month and spent all my time on that little futon except for eating and sleeping. Looking back on those days now, I still feel that life would be worse than death.

The old man was not just joking, he really coaxed the child to sleep. Gradually, the little rice cake no longer showed an unhappy look and stared at the old man with squinted eyes.

The old man said: "If you look closely, this child looks more like Fu Da." As he said that, he glanced at Shen Jia Nian and saw that he didn't look like her. Then he thought of Shen Jia Nian's face in the past and said, "She also looks like Jia Nian." read."

Fu Jichen and Shen Jia Nian discussed this issue at home. As the child grows older, it can be seen that his eyebrows resemble Jia Nian, and the lower half of his face looks like Fu Jichen, especially his mouth. When it is pursed, he looks exactly like Fu Jichen. Carved from the mold.

"What's your name?" The old man looked at Fu Jichen. He had said it once on the phone before, but he was too old to remember it.

Fu Jichen replied: "Fu Sinian, gentle Si, Nian Hua Nian."

When talking about the naming, the old man remembered his frustrated mood at the beginning and said in a serious tone: "What's the meaning?"

As soon as the old man said this, Shen Jia Nian immediately turned to look at Fu Jichen. She also wanted to know the meaning of this name. She had asked him before, but he didn't say anything and let her think about it.

Faced with the old man's questions, it was impossible for him not to tell the truth.

Facts have proved that Fu Jichen is not a person who plays his cards according to common sense: "It has no meaning, just to make it sound nice."

The old man's face darkened, and he muttered: "I told you to name it, but you have to name it yourself. Name it Si Nian, Si Nian..."

The little rice cake in his arms suddenly began to hum. The old man didn't care about teaching Fu Jichen, and his attention was drawn back to the child. He coaxed the little rice cake with a friendly tone in his mouth.

Shen Jia Nian opened his mouth and was about to say whether the little rice cake had peed. Suddenly, the old man felt a warmth on his body. He looked down and saw that the little guy peed...

The little clothes he was wearing were not stained, and all the urine fell on the old man.

Shen Jianian looked startled, then turned embarrassed, and pushed Fu Jichen's arm, meaning what to do now?

Fu Jichen's eyes were calm, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

How could Shen Jia Nian not be worried? Seeing that Fu Jichen didn't respond, she had to tell the old man: "When I woke up in the morning, my little rice cake's butt was a little red. I applied baby cream and didn't have time to put on a diaper." The old man waved his hands. Not only was he not angry, he also smiled. Hehe said: "I gave my great-grandfather such a big gift when I came here. What a good boy."

Shen Jia Nian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Fu Jichen, who raised his eyebrows as if to say: I just said don't worry.

Shen Jia Nian secretly sighed that he understood the old man's temperament.

Little Nian Gao was temporarily left in the care of the nanny. The old man went back to his room to change clothes. He took out a red envelope, folded it in half, and stuffed it into Little Nian Gao's pocket.

Fu Jianfang glanced at it. The red envelope was so thin that it looked like the stuff inside was not money. He didn't know what kind of good thing he had given.

After waiting for a while, the relatives of the family came to visit the old man in the old house. They all praised the little rice cake for how cute he looked, his features were clear and his eyes were clear, and he would do great things in the future.

Shen Jia Nian knew very well that this was not a compliment to a child, but a compliment to the old man. As expected, the old man was so elated after hearing this that he smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "Fu Da has a smart mind, and his son himself It won’t be bad.”

Fu Jichen glanced at the child held by the nanny. The little rice cake, which was about to fall asleep, had eyes wide with confusion. His mouth was slightly open, exposing his gums. He didn't know what interesting things he had remembered, and he looked like he was giggling. Anyway, he didn't see anything that matched the four words "clear eyebrows and clear eyesight".

After sitting and chatting for more than half an hour, the group set off to the hotel where the banquet was held.

Because the old man took care of everything, Shen Jia Nian didn't know until he arrived that the entire Mandelli Hotel had been booked, leaving it to the guests who came today to enjoy it.

Shen Jia Nian was speechless: "The full moon banquet is so grand, what will happen to the first birthday banquet in the future?"

Fu Jichen: "On the contrary, let's keep the first-year banquet simple and lively at home."

"Sounds like a good idea."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Fu Jichen was wearing a black suit, and Shen Jianian was wearing a simple and elegant goose-yellow cheongsam today, with her hair half pulled up and a hairpin embedded with green jade inserted at an angle. The two entered the banquet hall hand in hand and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Little Nian Gao was sleeping, so I didn't bring him over. In the suite upstairs, there was a confinement sister-in-law and Aunt Cheng accompanying me. Fu Jichen joked in Shen Jianian's ear: "Does it look like our wedding banquet?"

In a place where others could not see, Shen Jianian pinched Fu Jichen's arm gently: "Be more serious."

*

When Xiao Nian Gao was half a year old, Shen Jia Nian and Aunt Cheng took him to the hospital for vaccination.

I remember a long time ago, when I took him for vaccination for the first time, Xiao Nian Gao stared at the nurse with his round eyes blinking. When the needle went in, he didn’t react yet. The nurse was shocked and praised with a smile: "This child is so well-behaved. ?"

Shen Jianian was also surprised. Normally, the little guy is really obedient. Unless he cries when he is hungry or dirty, he rarely makes trouble at other times. Even when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he doesn't cry and just plays with his fingers. , when the adults found him, he grinned and waited to be picked up.

However, Shen Jia Nian did not expect that he would not cry even after the injection.

Shen Jianian sent a message to Fu Jichen at that time: "Little Nian Gao didn't cry after the injection. Isn't it serious?"

Fu Jichen replied: "I don't even know whose son it is."

Shen Jianian: "..."

Therefore, Shen Jia Nian won't worry anymore when he gets the vaccine.

Today was also the case. When the nurse inserted the needle into the little rice cake's arm, the little guy swung his legs twice in his mother's arms, rolled his big eyes, and just looked at the nurse who was giving him the injection. He made a babbling sound like Say hello to people.

The nurse pressed a cotton swab on the needle hole, and her eyes curled up with laughter: "How could there be such a well-behaved child?"

The child who was praised for his good behavior suddenly felt pain in his arm. He twisted his face, buried himself in his mother's arms, and began to cry.

Shen Jianian quickly hugged the child to comfort her, and looked at Aunt Cheng who was helping to carry things next to her. She couldn't laugh or cry: "I didn't cry from the beginning to the end when I got the vaccine last month. Why is it different this time?"

Cheng Jin also smiled: "I guess it was too small before and I couldn't feel pain sensitively. Now that I'm older, I know it hurts."

The two left with the child. Shen Jianian asked Cheng Jin to hold the child while he went to the bathroom.

There were many people walking in the corridor. Cheng Jin held her child and stood in a relatively spacious place. After waiting for a short while, a nurse wearing a mask hurriedly walked forward: "Are you Fu Sinian's family member? There’s something wrong with the vaccine he just got, and we need to check him out.”

"Ah? How come there is a vaccine..." Cheng Jin was so shocked that his voice changed.

Before she could finish her words, the nurse took the child away from her arms and said in a cold voice: "It's too late to explain. We can't miss the best time!"