The baby girl suddenly cried, it was really beyond my expectations, at that moment my brain was a mess, what plans and lies were all shattered in an instant, I didn't know what to do, one hand held the microphone hanging in the air at a loss, only the baby crying in the room was still the same.

But just three seconds later, I heard a blind "beep" sound coming from the microphone.

That's when I realized that my dad had hung up the phone a long time ago.

Listening to the blind voice in the microphone, my heart fell, and in that second I almost thought that the end of the world was coming. Hung up the phone, but my heart was still a little palpitating, just now the moment my dad hung up the phone, did he hear the cry of the baby girl?

This question became an unsolvable mystery that hung in my mind until the end of the day. There's no way I'm going to make another phone call to ask my dad if he's heard a baby crying in my room. Otherwise, not knowing will become knowing.

After settling down, I walked back to the baby girl, and when I saw her crying again, I thought she was incontinent again, but when I lifted the quilt, I saw that it was dry, and it didn't seem to be a bedwetting problem.

But it is impossible for a baby to cry out inexplicably, presumably hungry.

Thinking of this, I went to make another bottle of milk powder and fed it to her again.

This feeding lasted 10 minutes.

Ten minutes later, I put down the bottle, physically and mentally exhausted.

That's right, I rode my bicycle all afternoon today, and I was nervous many times, so I didn't exhaust myself.

The baby girl fell asleep again after I fed and I thought it was time to go to bed, but before going to bed I washed the sheets, first rinsed with a spray head, then sprinkled with laundry detergent and threw it directly into the washing machine.

Then, because there was no cradle, I put the baby girl back in the cardboard box, and of course, I put on my little quilt and two full layers of toilet paper before putting it in.

After that, I thought about it, and I was afraid that the baby girl would be cold and cold, so I took a hot water bottle, filled it with warm water, and stuffed it under the baby's armpit, and then dared to sleep peacefully.

Damn, tossing the dead master, if I continue like this, sooner or later I will have a nervous breakdown and go crazy.

Lying on the bed, when the lights were out, I thought about what to do with the baby girl, and all the conceivable results were rehearsed in my mind, and the final conclusion was still the word "fruitless".

Grass, no matter, take one step at a time, let's talk about it tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll take the time to take a look at the small alley, maybe I can bump into this baby's father, and then everything will be ok.

Thinking of this, I finally relaxed and closed my eyes.

Of course, before I fell asleep, I prayed in my heart that tomorrow I would not be allowed to bump into the abandoned baby again. Then I might as well just open an orphanage.

However, the sleep I thought I would be able to get was shattered after four hours.

At about half past two in the morning, I was woken up again by the cry of a baby, and I woke up from my sleep in a daze, and the world was spinning in front of me.

Damn, what's wrong?!

Turn on the light and get up and walk to the baby girl's box, check, damn, this guy is actually incontinent again.

But it's okay that this time because of the diaper, the blanket was not wet, but the surface of the diaper became mushy. I yawned, lifted the baby girl out of the box, leaned against the side of the box, and then, little by little, pulled down her diaper.

The grass is fine if it is not pulled down, but when it is pulled, the water trickles down, and the sacred snow-white virgin land is a piece of fine light, and the water stains flow longitudinally.

At that time, I didn't know that after its practical diapers, I didn't need to change them at night, as long as I changed them during the day. But I didn't have much experience, but I was dumbfounded by this scene. I was speechless for a moment as I watched the crystal clear liquid that slowly flowed out of that thin slit, flowing down the gap between my legs, and finally flowing to the junction between the groin and the mound of flesh, dripping incessantly on the toilet paper I had already laid down underneath.

Truth be told, this scene is enough to turn an adolescent man into a savage beast.

It's just that I was too tired at that moment, and I was woken up just now, all I wanted was to go back to bed early and get a good night's sleep, and my lower body didn't feel the slightest impulse.

I was stunned for a long time, and finally I couldn't open my tired eyes and didn't do anything bad, just used toilet paper to hurriedly dry the soft part of the baby girl, and then changed a diaper for her, and finally soaked a bottle of milk powder casually, poured her a few sips, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and went to bed directly.

I didn't wake up until nearly 9 o'clock in the morning, but I usually wake up early, because I usually get up at 6 or 7 o'clock because of the habit of going to school. However, I was so tired yesterday, and I was disturbed by the baby in the middle of the night, so I got up so late today.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to see how the baby girl was doing, and I was relieved to find that she had slept better than I did, and I was overjoyed to find that the red patches that had grown on the baby girl yesterday had completely faded, and the white and snowy skin had turned pink in the sunlight that had been cast into the bedroom through the glass window, like a piece of crystal clear jade.

It was a dream.

I looked at the baby girl, then looked down, and suddenly realized that I had a morning erection.

Of course, morning erection is purely a natural reaction, not because of the baby girl, and just looking at the baby's face will not feel anything, because the appearance of the newborn is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

All right...... Of course I had a moment of yy. That's for sure. But the object of my imagination is not the baby girl in front of me, but the girl I fantasize about more distantly, in the future.

As the morning erection subsided, I also perked up a little, yawned, and my eyes moved from the baby's face to the window, and the sun shone on my eyes, and then my mind was much clearer, and the scenes of yesterday came back to my mind.

I went to the bathroom to undo my hands, washed my face, and then looked in the mirror and started brushing my teeth.

As I brushed and brushed, another thing suddenly came to my mind.

That is, maybe I can give this baby girl a name.

Once the idea is generated, it can never be eliminated, and I am such a person, once an idea pops out of my head, if I don't solve it, then I will linger in the shadow of that thought all day long.

Although I am not the real parent of this baby girl, I did pick her up, maybe ...... I can give her a name.

I said this to myself as I looked in the mirror and brushed my teeth.

But what should I call it?

Generally speaking, girls' names are more poetic and beautiful, I like innocent or cold and holy women, and I hate women with too strong career lines, which may be the commonality of men. Men basically hate strong women, according to the principle of zoology, males must let the female absolutely cooperate in the mating process to mate successfully, otherwise the female is too strong and once she resists, it will lead to mating failure. This is also the root of men's desire to conquer, so I don't like words like military and strong in girls' names, of course, I don't like words like spring, Ying, Yan, etc., I always feel that it is too rustic, and I feel like an aunt around 40 years old.

I prefer words like snow, dreams, hearts, cherries, rain, and love, because I think that just listening to the name makes people think of beauty. As for the colors, I like girls to prefer white, blue, purple, and pink.

After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with all kinds of names one by one, and ruled them out one by one, until I finished brushing the toothbrush, and I still didn't figure out what name to give the baby girl. So I looked in my memory again, I had a few beautiful women in junior high school, which was my favorite type, and one of the most beautiful was the person I used to have a crush. Although the junior high school crush is a bit precocious, every time I see that girl, I will unconsciously look away from me or look down at the ground, and then when she passes me, I will look back and peek at her back.

It was an emotional experience that I will never forget.

When I think about my crush in junior high school, I was also a little mentally depressed. After brushing my teeth, I walked out of the toilet while thinking deeply, thinking about my life in junior high school.

And that beautiful girl who almost made me addicted to junior high school life for three years.

The girl's name was—

At this moment, the baby girl's cry rang out again, startling my mind into a mess, and the back of the girl lingering in my mind completely overlapped with the baby girl's cry at this moment.

"Jiaqi?!"

Yes, that girl's name is Zhang Jiaqi.

A common, but very cute and catchy name.

At the same time, I haven't forgotten that Jiaqi is the homonym of his wife.