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    Jiang Wan became pregnant in the spring of the second year.

    Her pregnancy symptoms were a bit severe. She couldn’t smell anything oily and would vomit when she smelled it. She could only eat boiled food, and even if she ate boiled food, she would vomit it out soon.

    Less than two months into her pregnancy, she lost all weight.

    Wen Jin’s live broadcast has stopped, and she is studying recipes and consulting obstetricians and gynecologists every day, just to make Jiang Wan eat.

    His parents heard from somewhere that Jiang Wan was pregnant. They bought a house in their building and cooked something to send over every day.

    The two of them also moved their jobs here. In addition to being busy every day, they were cooking and delivering food to Jiang Wan.

    After Jiang Wan became pregnant, Wen Jin was always cooking.

    But she couldn’t eat oily food, so Wen Jin always cooked it with clear soup and plain water for her. Whatever Jiang Wan ate, he also ate.

    Jiang Wan sometimes felt uncomfortable vomiting. When she looked up, she saw that he was even thinner than her, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

    Wen Jin still sleepwalks.

    But instead of rummaging through the contents of the refrigerator like before, I often go into the nursery for my children and rearrange the toys on the children’s beds.

    As he looked forward to this child, he still felt a little uneasy.

    Jiang Wan’s appetite gradually improved and she wanted to eat everything. Wen Jin’s parents often delivered prepared meals to their door without even entering the house.

    Jiang Wan and Wen Jin met them by chance when they were shopping in the supermarket. They were both in a hurry and bought some gloves and disposable cups for experiments.

    On the day Jiang Wan gave birth, Wen Jin’s parents also stood guard at the door of the delivery room.

    Wen Jin stared at the delivery room without blinking. When the doctor came out, there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead.

    The pace is also a bit frivolous.

    His body seemed to be out of control, his limbs were inoperable, and the sounds in his ears were vague and hazy. He vaguely heard the cry of a child.

    But when the doctor handed the child to him, he hesitated to reach out and hold it.

    Wen Jin’s parents took the child, thanked the doctor, and then urged Wen Jin, “Go and see Wanwan quickly.”

    Only then did Wen Jin regain her consciousness. The doctor had already pushed Jiang Wan out. Her head was covered with sweat and her eyes were red. She seemed to have cried, but there was a smile on her face and her eyes were soft.

    He held her hand and asked, “Crying?”

    Jiang Wan smiled and nodded, “It hurts a little.”

    “I checked, it hurts a lot.” He kissed her lips, “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

    Jiang Wan’s eyes turned red again, and she bit his lip gently, “Okay, it’s fair now.”

    Wen Jin held her face and kissed her again.

    The child looked very much like Wen Jin, with a bright red body and small hands and feet. Jiang Wan stared at it for a long time, smiling while looking at it, “It’s so small, look at it.”

    Wen Jin glanced at it and couldn’t tell whether it looked like him. He only knew that seeing Jiang Wan holding the child made him feel an extra layer of satisfaction in his chest.

    That peaceful contentment made his heart strangely calm.

    The child was named Wen Yongan.

    It means eternal peace.

    When he first learned how to crawl, his favorite thing was to climb into Wen Jin’s room and climb into the e-sports capsule.

    Wen Jin saw that he liked him, so he often held him and sat on the gaming chair to play games.

    He restarted the live broadcast, and the group of fans kept praising Wen Yongan’s cuteness on the screen every day. They witnessed every stage of Wen Yongan’s life from crawling to learning to walk, and also witnessed the daily love between Wen Jin and Jiang Wan during these days.

    Life is no different from before, except that Wen Jin and Jiang Wan have a lively and active son – when Wen Yongan was three years old, he already had a bunch of younger brothers in the kindergarten and even had a little girlfriend.

    Wen Yongan can cry, laugh and make trouble.

    It’s different from Wen Jin.

    Wen Jin often watched Wen Yongan laughing and joking with his classmates through the iron railings at the school gate. He smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. Those eyes were very similar to Wen Jin’s.

    The pupils are so black.

    It looks so good when you smile.

    Looking at him, it was like seeing myself who was different from others when I was a child.

    The time in the past was slowly overlaid by the present scene.

    With his arm held, Wen Jin turned his head. Jiang Wan leaned on his arm and spoke to him. Next to him were Wen Jin’s parents. The two of them had retired and would often follow Wen Yongan and look at him from a distance.

    The school gate was opened.

    Wen Yongan rushed out with a smile, “Dad! Mom!”

    He rushed over on his calves.

    Like a small cannonball rushing into Wen Jin’s arms.

    Wen Jin hugged him, raised him with one hand on his shoulder, supported him with his left hand, and led Jiang Wan towards home with his right hand.

    Wen Yong’an was chattering about fun things at school, and Jiang Wan asked softly beside him.

    Wen Jin listened quietly.

    The slanting light was dim and soft, falling far away on their family of three.

    His life was finally complete.

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