Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Haha, then all right, President Jiang."

Only then did Father Chu put his mind on Chu Xiangchen.

"Dad, what do you think of my painting?"

"Very good." Father Chu nodded perfunctorily and looked up at his watch, seeming a little anxious.

Class time is approaching, and it's time for the evaluation. Chu Xiangchen's father got up soon after receiving a call from the company. He told the kindergarten teacher that he had a job and he was busy, so he stopped evaluating his children.

The teacher gave Chu Xiangchen a sympathetic look.

Chu Xiangchen lowered his head and held the picture in his hands tightly with his two small hands.

"Dad, you didn't even look at my paintings..."

"Can you show me?" Jiang Beiyuan smiled softly in an inviting gesture.

It was the first time that Chu Xiangchen saw such a handsome and gentle uncle, scratching his head in embarrassment, and handed over the picture he had made.

Jiang Beiyuan's eyes lit up.

"What a beautiful painting, you are awesome."

"Dad, why don't you praise me for being awesome?" Jiang Chunhe was unhappy, and didn't like his father to praise other people's children.

She is very possessive when she is young!

Jiang Beiyuan smiled and touched his daughter's face, "You are also great."

"Is this you?"

Jiang Beiyuan pointed to the little boy on the picture and asked Chu Xiangchen.

Chu Xiangchen nodded shyly, "The one next to me is my father."

"Why is there a rainbow among Dad?"

"Because it's mother."

Chu Xiangchen grinned.

"Although I haven't seen my mother, but I think my mother must be very beautiful, just like the fairy in the sky, the fairy is hidden in the rainbow, so I painted the rainbow, just like my mother is always by my side ."

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan's eyes flashed with appreciation, and his generous palm lightly stroked Chu Xiangchen's head.

"Your mother will be very happy."

"why?"

"Because she has a good son like you."

One sentence made Chu Xiangchen even more embarrassed.

The event was over, Jiang Beiyuan took Chunhe Jingming home, and his car was across the road, so he carried his two children over.

Jiang Jingming leaned on his father's broad shoulders, his dark eyes glowing in confusion.

"Dad, you rarely praise people."

"What's wrong, I praise other kids, are you unhappy?"

"No, I just suddenly felt that Dad was fine."

"Suddenly feel?"

Jiang Beiyuan raised his eyebrows.

How bad is he usually, causing this sudden illusion to the child?

Jiang Jingming shook his head and hugged Jiang Beiyuan's neck.

"Dad, it would be great if everyone in this world could be happy."

"difficult to realize."

"I know, not all children have parents who love themselves like us."

Jiang Jingming thought of what Lu Zhengyan said to her mother that day.

He asked his mother pleadingly when he could go home.

Does his father want him?

Where is he now?

Are you still happy?

If his new school also held such parent-child activities, who would accompany him to participate.

Jiang Jingming suddenly felt sad.

He doesn't want to lose a friend. If he can apologize well to himself, he wants to forgive him, because he is awkward with others and he is not comfortable. Jiang Jingming doesn't want to be unhappy all the time.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't know what his son was thinking, so he gently stroked the back of his head.

"San'er, a person's strength is insignificant, but if you give more care and warmth to those in need, more and more people in the world will become happy."

"Dad, I know, dad, I love you."

"Dad, I love you too!" The little princess was not to be outdone.

Jiang Beiyuan hooked his mouth.

The children are sensible and lovely, and the years are quiet. Such a life is simply not too good.

…………

Even if Lu Zhengyan had already transferred school, Jiang Jingming would still go to see the little goldfish in the canal every day and feed the little goldfish.

but……

There are unforeseen circumstances, and the fish have misfortunes.

This morning Xiao Jiangsan went to see the goldfish in the canal, but found that the little goldfish he raised was floating motionless on the surface.

"Xiao Yan, what happened to you Xiao Yan?"

Jiang Jingming rolled up his sleeves, immersed his hands in the water, and anxiously picked up the little goldfish from the channel.

The little goldfish remained motionless.

Xiao Yan... is dead.

Jiang Jingming held the little goldfish in both hands, and started crying sadly.

How could Xiaoyan die?

He doesn't want it, he doesn't want Xiaoyan to die.

But even if he cried so hard, Xiao Yan couldn't survive.

Jiang Jingming was in a very sad mood today. After class, he found an open space and buried Xiao Yan, and did not speak for a whole day.

Zhang Xu was chatting with him, he just shook his head or nodded, feeling depressed like a dark cloud above his head, and it was raining, no one could understand.

Seeing this, Zhang Xu was a little anxious, and went to the next class to find Jiang Qingchi and let him see what Jiang Jingming was all about.

Jiang Jingming can conceal his emotions from Zhang Xu, facing Jiang Qingchi, he is his elder brother, his big tree, and he wants to rely on him.

"Brother, the little goldfish I raised... is dead, woo."

"Little goldfish? San'er, when did you raise little goldfish?"

"Woo, brother, it's already dead."

Jiang Jingming rubbed his eyes sadly, wet his clenched fists with tears.

Jiang Qingchi didn't care about when to raise him, so he took his brother into his arms and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, we can raise a lot of small goldfish again."

"But Xiaoyan only has one, it is my favorite little goldfish."

"Then it has eggs? Maybe it has laid a lot of eggs, just in the water, so that after the coming year, it will grow a lot of small goldfish."

"My brother is lying to me." Jiang Jingming rubbed his eyes and sniffed.

"I haven't. I have raised little frogs before. Little frogs are like this. They lay a lot of eggs and grow a lot of tadpoles. They are all its children. Even if the little frog dies, its children will give birth. Child, its life will continue forever."

Hearing that, Jiang Jingming barely felt better, so he let go of Jiang Qingchi.

Will Xiao Yan really have offspring? He doesn't know...

Jiang Qingchi sighed and wiped his tears, "Don't cry, you have to participate in the competition tomorrow, your eyes are swollen, and it won't look good if you are photographed by TV."

"okay."

Jiang Jingming is going to participate in the Lucheng "Golden Ball Cup" Rubik's Cube competition tomorrow. He was signed up by Yannian. The winner can win the prize.

Of course, Yan Nian is not a bonus. I just feel that San'er's personality is too boring, and he doesn't go out all the time. This is not good. If you sign up for a game to play, you can cultivate his interest in contact with the outside world.

A total of 100 children participated in the competition. Jiang Jingming didn't shame the Jiang family, and went all the way to the finals.

At the same time next week, Jiang Jingming will compete with another kid who has entered the finals to determine the final small winner.

"Yeah, how could my son be so great, all the way to the final."

On the way home after the game, Yan Nian hugged Jiang Jingming, not enough kisses.

Jiang Jingming smiled and said itchy, but Yannian still kissed him, kissed him, kissed him.

Finally Jiang San'er hugged Yannian's face and kissed her back.

"Mom, I love you."

"Hmm, I love you too."

"Mom!" shouted with Jiang Qingchi who was walking beside him.

"What are you doing? Are you suing your dad? I just love him."

"Hmph, you haven't said that you love me for a long time."

"Brother, mom loves you the most." Jiang Jingming said hurriedly.

Jiang Qingchi's expression eased a bit.

"Yan Xiaonian, next time there is such a competition, you should also register for me. I want to show the limelight too. I play Rubik's Cube very well."

"There are competitions that match your age. Of course I will register for you, but this time it is for children aged 3 to 5. You are all 6 years old. Save it."

"Humph……"

Please, he is not an old kid! ! !

...

The final next week will be here soon. Before playing, Yan Nian tidied Jiang Jingming's tie.

She is very satisfied with her son's dress today, a black suit, tie knots of the same color, and his hair is fixed, just a cool face, not cute.

"Son, smile." Yannian pinched Jiang San'er's face.

"Mom... I really don't like getting my hair and wearing a suit."

"How handsome, isn't it?"

"I don't like the big people dressed like this."

"You don't like it a lot,"

Yan Nian slapped his forehead, "I will win the final. Go ahead, Jiang Jingming."

Jiang Jingming is on the court.

The opponent's player has not come yet.

Jiang Jingming walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, stopped, his hands pressed against the seams of his pants, and bowed towards the audience area under the stage.

"This kid is really polite." An audience member in the front row smiled.

"Hahaha, thank you, this is my son, I taught well." Yannian is not polite.

When the other party saw this young and fashionable hot mom, she smiled more happily, really cute mom.

Xiao Jiang Jingming followed the host and sat in his place.

He sits upright, his spine is very strong, like a thin bamboo, colorful lights fall on him, and his delicate facial features become more distinct.

The game is about to start.

But the opponent's player has not come yet.

The audience looked at each other...

Who is this other player? Why don't you have a sense of time?

Yan Nian also raised his wrist and checked his watch, and the match was in two minutes. Could it be that the opponent ran away because he was afraid of losing too badly?

The success of a game that can be won because the opponent abstained is not a joy.

"It seems that the other player will not be..."

The host hadn't finished speaking, and then a child stumbled over from the front door.

He was panting, his hair was messy, his clothes were disheveled, and he even wore adult slippers on his feet. This scene was in sharp contrast with the formal Jiang Jingming.

The audience in the audience showed contempt after seeing this.

Who are the parents? Don’t you know that this is an official game, live broadcast, do you have to dress up your child?

Jiang Jingming saw the incoming person clearly, stood up abruptly, his eyes widened.

"Lu Zhengyan..."

"Jingming, long time no see."

Lu Zhengyan's face was pale and haggard, but he greeted Jiang Jingming with a smile.

Jiang Jingming stepped forward, bending over and holding his rickety shoulder.

"Your face is not pretty, are you sick?"

"I'm fine... I just ran too fast, too fast."

"Then why don't you arrive a little earlier? You always do that, doing things rashly."

"Haha, you are still in the mood to teach me, I finally got to the final position, I will not lose to you."

"Well, neither will I!"

Jiang Jingming let go of his hand, fighting high, a fierce flame burning in his eyes.

The opponents in front are weak.

Although he won, he is not so happy.

The opponent now is Lu Zhengyan, who has beaten him by turning Rubik's Cube countless times before.

"Now that the two players are ready, I announce that the game will start, and the players are asked to restore the Rubik's Cube in front of you within the specified time." The host gave an order.

Jiang Jingming began to act.

He was focused and serious, with his small head spinning fast, his two flexible hands flew up and down, moving quickly.

Lu Zhengyan glanced at him deeply, his eyes were very complicated, Jiang Jingming fell into his eyes as he turned the Rubik's Cube seriously.

Sorry, Jiang Jingming.

He took a deep breath and began to turn the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"Attention, players, there is one minute left."

The host started to remind.

Sweat faintly penetrated Jiang Jingming's face.

In fact, he can recover faster, just because the person standing next to him is Lu Zhengyan, so it brings him a lot of pressure, which makes the little guy who has always been calm and calm today rarely nervous and anxious.

"Mine is fine."

In the last thirty seconds, Jiang Jingming took the lead in recovering the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"Son, great!" Yannian stood up excitedly and gave him a thumbs up.

The host glanced at the winner, smiled and raised Jiang Jingming's hand.

"I declare that the winner of the Lucheng Golden Ball Cup Rubik's Cube Contest sponsored by Arden Counseling Organization is—"

"puff!!!"

The rest of the words were concealed by the voice of vomiting blood.

Lu Zhengyan supported the table, unable to support it anymore, and his small body fell straight back.

"Lu Zhengyan!!!"

Jiang Jingming pushed the host away and hurriedly hugged his head on the ground, only to see Lu Zhengyan whose mouth was full of blood.

"Lu Zhengyan...you...what are you,"

"Sorry Jingming, can you forgive me?"

"Hmm!"

Jiang Jingming's tears could not be controlled, "I am no longer angry with you, please do not have anything!"

"You are not angry, that would be great."

Lu Zhengyan closed his eyes happily and contentedly.

The scene that was still lively just now is now a mess.

...

The door of the operating room.

Jiang Jingming lay on the door, and the cold liquid slid down his face, tearing apart two deep marks.

Just three minutes ago, he saw Lu Zhengyan, his good friend, being pushed into the operating room by the doctors.

"San'er who is okay, Lu Zhengyan will definitely be okay." Yan Nian hugged him from behind.

Jiang Jingming turned around, gritted his teeth, and put his arms around Yannian's waist.

"Mom, Xiao Yan is dead..."