"Can you still hear this?"

"After Shi Potian cried a few times, he knew how to rest at such a young age." Qifan shared his insights about the baby.

"What was I like when my father first met me?" Xiaoxiao was very curious about this because he had never heard his father share these with him in his previous life.

My mother said that the nurse sent herself to her arms, and the child's house just sneezed, and she looked very cute.

Qifan thought about this question from his daughter: "You were happily closing your eyes and resting."

"Dad just said that I'm sleeping so hard."

"No, I didn't fall asleep, but my mouth was raised and my eyes were closed for a while. That was a bit ridiculous." Qifan always felt that people had thoughts when they were born, and babies also had their own ideas, but they were limited to being unable to speak and unable to move.

"I want to see myself at that time." Xiaoxiao doesn't have photos of her first born in modern times, the earliest one was a hundred days of photos.

Qifan smiled and said, "When these two little guys come out, would you please draw them down?"

"Okay! When they pass by a hundred days, I will solemnly draw a portrait for them, and let my mother dress them up well at that time!" Xiaoxiao has always been surprised by the ancient "photo-retaining" rules - no portraits in the baby era, no portraits in the youth era, and no portraits in the wedding day, and no styles in the wedding day. Only when the birthday is over and the tablet is about to be put on, the painter will paint his old face and leave it to his descendants.

It's really meaningless.

"Shan Niang was in good health at that time, and she had to get out of bed to see the pomegranate flowers in the yard during her confinement period." Qifan remembered something about it at that time, so he carefully told her daughter.

"Then have you gone out to see it?"

"Madam Xu refused to let go of her life and said she would get sick, so I picked a few flowers and put them in the bottle to show her." Qifan smiled.

"Then let's pick a few pomegranate flowers, and let me show them later?"

"good!"

As the father and daughter were talking, a strong wind suddenly broke out in the yard, and it was so fierce that the branches of the maple tree were shaking.

"Miss, it's very windy in the yard, so let's go into the house!" A girl rushed over and reminded.

The two of them did not enter the house, but stood in the corridor and continued to look at the changes in the storm outside.
Chapter completed!