The little bun failed to meet Wan Qiu’s expectations and chose the abacus.

Grandpa Yaba looked at the string of bells placed in front of him and felt a little regretful. Originally, he wanted his grandson to be a doctor like him in the future.

However, the catch ceremony was just a ritual, and children’s interests and hobbies must be cultivated day after day.

Wan Qiu silently decided to cultivate the good habit of reading and calligraphy for little bun. Grandpa Yaba also made up his mind to teach little bun how to learn medicine. As for Shan Yu…

He raised the little guy holding the abacus above his head and turned it in a circle with satisfaction, thinking about the Shan family’s billions of assets and the successors.

At night.

Shan Yu stood beside the cradle, twirling the little bun’s chubby hands with his fingers, and said with a slight smile: “We have been busy from yesterday afternoon to now for his first birthday gift. But he is sleeping so deeply.”

Wan Qiu had just come out of the bath. Hearing this, he smiled and said, “Children are all like this. They eat and sleep, and eat after sleeping. It will be fine when they are older.”

Shan Yu came over and pressed a kiss on Wan Qiu’s forehead, then pulled him to sit in front of the window and wipe his hair.

When the strong fingers passed through the hair, the fingertips came into contact with the scalp, which was moist and hot, with sparks that made people numb.

Wan Qiu’s face felt hot, and he felt the subtle sense of alienation was being filled. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that ever since Shan Yu cut his hair, drew his eyebrows, and kissed him on the New Year’s Day… he treated him differently than he used to.

Getting better and better.

Shan Yu gathered Wan Qiu’s wet long hair into a towel and squeezed it dry. When his fingers slid over Wan Qiu’s ears, he noticed the blush on his cheeks and asked curiously: “Why is your face so red? Are you catching a cold or having a fever?”

As he spoke, he tested the temperature on Wan Qiu’s forehead with his hand. But it was not enough, he touched his lips on it.

The broken hair on Wan Qiu’s forehead no longer had any decorative effect at this moment. He hurriedly lowered his head, covering the fiery red birthmark on his eyebrows with his hands, biting his lip and said: “No, it’s just… it’s just a little hot.”

Shan Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw Wan Qiu dodging, but he got used to it.

Since changing his hairstyle, Wan Qiu had been very concerned about his own image and was much more sensitive than before. He didn’t want Shan Yu to see his birthmark hidden under his forehead hair, and he avoided it very much.

To put it bluntly, it was a deep self-esteem that needed to be cured.

“What are you hiding from?” Shan Yu combed his fingers and pushed back all the hair in front of Wan Qiu’s forehead, leaving not a single hair for him. “It’s not like I’ve never seen your face before. You’re hiding here and there. What’s the point? Or are you going to hide from me forever?”

At this moment, all the beauty and ugliness of Wan Qiu were exposed in front of Shan Yu. He had not shown off his beauty, had no forehead hair to cover the birthmark, and no eyebrows to enhance his appearance.

Wan Qiu’s pair of autumn eyes stared timidly and uneasily at Shan Yu’s throat. He did not dare to move his gaze up even half an inch because he was afraid of his husband’s disdainful gaze.

Shan Yu scoffed, clasping Wan Qiu’s chin to make him look directly at him: “Look at me, don’t hide.”

Wan Qiu pursed his lips, and the birthmarks on his eyebrows were burned by Shan Yu’s almost direct gaze.

He subconsciously pushed Shan Yu away, pulling his hair to block his face, turning his back and shaking his head helplessly: “Husband, don’t look, don’t look, I beg you, don’t look at my face, don’t look ”

Such a sweet and happy life was something Wan Qiu could not even dream of. Now that he had it, he had to take care of it with all possible care.

Whether he had low self-esteem or was cowardly, in short, Shan Yu liked him and treated him well. Wan Qiu didn’t want to show his ugly appearance to Shan Yu, not at all.

The thin-skinned man held his head, his shoulders shaking faintly.

Shan Yu frowned, stepped forward and hugged Wan Qiu, who was avoiding him, and pushed him onto the bed in the back room, saying, “Don’t move, be careful not to wake the child.”

Wan Qiu pushed Shan Yu’s chest with red eyes, “Husband is bullying me again.”

“Why did I bully you?”

“I told you, don’t look at my face.” Wan Qiu almost cried in grievance: “You must not look at me.”

“You are my wife. I see your face as a matter of course. Why am I bullying you? You, on the other hand, don’t care about your husband’s words. Is this what a wife should do?”

“I……”

“What are you?” Shan Yu raised Wan Qiu’s hands above his head. The movement was forceful, but his face was still as gentle as ever. Wan Qiu could only hear a little bit of it from Shan Yu’s voice with a hint of smile. The big bad guy said: “Are you still reasonable?”

For Shan Yu, beauty and ugliness were just skin, and it was never this face that attracted him in Wan Qiu.

Back then Lian Zhou asked Shan Yu what he liked about Wan Qiu? Shan Yu had complicated feelings about Wan Qiu at that time and couldn’t answer it. Now he could say with certainty that Wan Qiu was very good, very good.

The person who could bend his emotions and make him fall in love was definitely good.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and the silent ones could only communicate with their eyes and breathing.

Shan Yu lowered his head and placed a cool kiss on the fiery red birthmark of Wan Qiu. Before losing control of desire, he pulled the blushing person to stand up and continued to wipe his hair.

On a mid-spring night, with a strong wind, Shan Yu pushed the window open, and the fallen flowers in the garden floated in like a rain.

Shan Yu picked up a double purple plum blossom petal between his fingers, moistened it with the water from Wan Qiu’s hair, then placed it between his eyebrows, lowered his head and whispered a few words.

“I love you even if you are ugly, and besides, you are not ugly at all.”

The low self-esteem in Wan Qiu was slowly cured from this time.

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As soon as little bun’s first birthday passed, Shan Yu and Wan Qiu discussed the name. First of all, there was a big disagreement about the surname.

Shan Yu said: “My surname is not easy to give a name to. Let’s take your surname. The word ‘Wan’ sounds better.”

Wan Qiu pursed his lips in displeasure and said, “If you don’t want your child to have your surname, just say so. You are using such an excuse to frustrate me and treat me like a fool.”

“Then tell me, with my surname, what will you name the little bun?”

“Shan (山 – Mountain) … Shan Hai (山海 – Mountain of Sea)?”

“I am the rain (雨 – yǔ) and he is the sea (海 – hâi). Are you trying to make him ride on my head?”

“Then… Shan Shui (山水 – Mountain of Water)?”

“Isn’t water heavier than rain?”

“Shan … Shan Lu (山露 – Mountain of Dew)?”

“Why don’t you call him Shan Quan (山泉 – Mountain of Spring)?”

After thinking about it for a long time, Wan Qiu found that the surname “Shan” was indeed difficult to choose, but it was a blood inheritance for the child to take the father’s surname. To be honest, Wan Qiu didn’t want the little bun to have his own surname, Wan.

Shan Yu couldn’t help it. He tapped his index finger on Wan Qiu’s knee a few times and snorted: “Troublesome.”

Wan Qiu looked at him and found that his husband was talking about annoyance, but his face was serious. He squeezed Shan Yu’s hand with satisfaction and waited for him to think about it.

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In late spring in April, after a hundred flowers bloomed, a hundred flowers fell. It happened that the east wind blew all night last night, and the small courtyard was covered with a thick layer of fallen flowers.

Shan Yu laid on the low couch next to the window, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, and looking at the clouds rolling in and out of the sky.

“I don’t care if I am favored or humiliated, I don’t care if I leave or stay…” Shan Yu looked at the falling red all over the ground and the sea of ​​clouds rising in the sky with the wind, and said to Wan Qiu: “If the child takes my surname, just call him Yun (雲 – Cloud).”

Note

Chinese put naming children as a serious business, they usually have two names; a childhood name given by the parents, and a courtesy name when a child reach twenty years old and is given on his adult ceremony/crowning ceremony.

The children are a generation lower than their father, so their names should never surpass the father in term of respect.