Liu Qingyun is Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old today, and it has been 18 years since he graduated from compulsory university education. After two struggles of "fate", he had no choice but mediocre talent and average luck, although there were several short periods of spring breeze triumph, but in the end, he had to be like most of his peers at the end of the thirtieth century, and reluctantly transferred the focus of life to the real world.

Although life is as calm as water, Liu Qingyun feels that he is still very happy.

He has a fresh and lovely wife, Song Yiyi. The two met, got to know each other, and finally fell in love in the twentieth game of fate. Although the wife is not very beautiful, she is gentle and quiet, and she is empathetic. And the two already have a cute daughter who is more than four years old, and are about to welcome their second child.

On January 4, 3004, in front of the delivery room of Kangbao Women's and Children's Hospital in Linjiang District, Bingcheng, Liu Qingyun anxiously wandered and waited.

"Don't worry, the doctor said everything is fine, it will be fine! It'll be out soon. Liu Qingyun's mother, Meng Zhiyun, said to her anxious son in front of her, although he was already the father of a four-year-old child, but at this moment, he was still wandering back and forth anxiously.

"Grandma, will Mom bring a younger brother or a younger sister to catkins? Catkins likes younger brothers. "Four-year-old catkins already know a lot of things, and they already knew that their mother would bring her a younger brother or sister.

"Good catkins, grandma also hopes that your mother will bring you a younger brother." Meng Zhiyun still hopes to have a grandson.

Liu Qingyun came over and picked up her well-behaved daughter, sat down next to her mother, smiled wryly, exhaled deeply, and tried to calm herself down.

Soon after, a loud cry of a baby could be heard in the delivery room, and shortly after, the nurse walked out with a newborn baby in her arms.

"Congratulations! It's a boy, mother and son are safe. The nurse motioned for Meng Zhiyun and Liu Qingyun to take a look at the child, and then carried the baby to the neonatal intensive care unit.

Although Liu Qingyun wanted to pick up his son and take a look, he couldn't do it, so he took a few quick steps forward to greet his wife Song Yiyi, who was then pushed out of the delivery room.

Meng Zhiyun looked at his grandson who was being held away, his eyes were very happy, and then he hurriedly picked up his granddaughter Liu Wu and followed.

At this time, because Liu Wu was too small, Meng Zhiyun and Liu Qingyun didn't take care of her just now, so they didn't see their younger brother, they were muttering and sulking at this time, but after being picked up by their grandmother and coaxed softly, they quickly smiled.

Liu Qingyun accompanied Song Yiyi's bedside, looking at his wife who was gradually sobering up, she was very excited, and happily said some words of thanks and comfort. Song Yiyi didn't have the heart to care about him now, she was thinking about her newborn son.

In the room, one said happily, and the other was dumbfounded, although it looked a little weird, but the comfortable smile on the corner of the mouth also showed from time to time, but it set off this scene very warmly.

Outside the big glass observation window of the infant care room, Meng Zhiyun was holding her granddaughter Liu Wu in her arms, looking at the little grandson who was sleeping quietly inside, her eyes were full of love.

Liu Wu lay on the big glass window, looking intently at the many babies inside, his face showed a very distressed look from time to time, and after a while, he finally couldn't help but ask his grandmother: "Grandma, that is the younger brother?" How are there so many? Are they all? After that, the catkins can't take care of it! ”

When Meng Zhiyun heard this, he couldn't help but "Hehehe!" Qing laughed, nodded the delicate little nose of the catkins, and pointed out the position of the younger brother to her sister.

Due to the large number of newborns, and the young catkins' ability to distinguish is not very strong, it took Meng Zhiyun a lot of effort to let her know the general location of her younger brother.

"Grandma, there are so many little babies, will my brother lose it and can't find it?" Liu Wu looked a little dizzy, so he asked his grandmother very worriedly.

"No, the newborn will be marked in the delivery room as soon as it leaves its mother, and when it is brought out, your father and I have also confirmed that it will never be confused." In the 31st century, various measures have been very sound, and even if you actively want to carry your own baby by mistake, it is extremely difficult to do it.

While the grandfather and grandson were talking, they saw another nurse come over with a newborn in her arms, swipe her card to push open the door in the care room, and walked in.

And behind this nurse, there were no less than a dozen people hula-la, and all of them had extraordinary demeanors.

The head is a middle-aged man about fifty years old, medium height, wearing an ink-colored Tang costume, with a slightly fat figure, a slightly red face but no beard, and half-length dark hair combed meticulously.

The middle-aged man in Tang costume was still talking on the phone while walking: "...... Father! Don't worry, the doctor said that the child and Enron are fine. …… Well, don't worry, your granddaughter really has no problems at all, she is very healthy, you are just waiting at home not to come! …… Well, I'll go back with Enron and the child in two days. …… Well, rest assured, I'll be sure to bring a full set of nursing staff and necessary doctors with me. …… Well, that's it, I hung up. ”

When he put down his mobile phone, the middle-aged man in Tang costume had already come to the viewing window outside the monitoring room, and looked intently at the nurse inside, placing the baby he had just carried in.

Although the viewing window is nearly two meters wide, it is already very wide for ordinary people, but there are many people standing here at this time, and after being occupied by Meng Zhiyun and the grandson, the remaining part is even more insufficient.

Soon, among the entourage behind the middle-aged man in Tang costume, there was a sturdy young man about thirty years old, dressed in a dark blue suit, who stepped sideways from his side, took a few steps forward in the direction of Meng Zhiyun, bowed lightly and waved his right hand behind him, silently signaling, hoping that Meng Zhiyun would move to the side, although his demeanor seemed to be very polite, but his demeanor was very certain.

The middle-aged man in Tang costume shook his head lightly, and then nodded to Meng Zhiyun, smiling faintly, but he also didn't take the initiative to say anything.

Although the middle-aged man in Tang costume stopped the young man in the dark blue suit, Meng Zhiyun immediately moved to the edge of the viewing window, and at the same time nodded and smiled kindly at the middle-aged man in Tang suit.

"Thank you!" The middle-aged man in Tang costume thanked him softly, his voice was not loud and very magnetic.

Meng Zhiyun and the middle-aged man in Tang costume basically had the same direction of sight, the two newborns were brought into the intensive care unit at a similar time, and the placement was next to each other, and the distance between them was only about one meter.

Meng Zhiyun looked at the grandson inside, then looked at the baby girl next to him, and then swept the middle-aged man in Tang costume next to him, and sighed inexplicably.

"Good grandson, this should be the closest moment in your life to the little princess next to you!" Meng Zhiyun muttered to himself with some sadness and helplessness in his heart.

Every elder wants his offspring to be born with all the best things in the world, even if they are completely adapted to their ordinary life, and they don't sigh or worry too much about their fate.

Meng Zhiyun glanced at it a few more times, then hugged the little granddaughter Liu Wu in his arms and walked to the room where his daughter-in-law was. Before turning the corner, he looked back at the middle-aged man in Tang costume, and then sighed again.

When she walked into the room, Song Yiyi had fallen asleep tiredly, and her son Liu Qingyun was carefully accompanying her. Meng Zhiyun then whispered a few words to Xiao Liuwu, telling her not to make noise.

Sitting down gently, he talked with his son Liu Qingyun in a low voice, discussing the name of the little grandson, he had already named several boys before, and then made sure that after the daughter-in-law woke up, he could finally decide on the name of the grandson.

Song Yiyi woke up after sleeping for less than an hour, and then several people began to discuss the baby's name enthusiastically, and the little willow catkins also shouted from time to time to express their own little opinions, but the result was basically only a few adults laughing.

Liu Qingyun hopes that his son's name is very powerful and domineering, and he can complete his unfinished dream in the future; Song Yiyi hopes that her son's name will be literary and connotative, and he will become a handsome guy in the future and be liked by many girls; Meng Zhiyun hopes that his grandson's name can be ordinary and simple, and his future life will be peaceful.

The three of them have their own opinions and do not give in to each other.

Nearly half an hour passed, but no consensus was reached, and in the end I had to hand over the decision to the core person, the child's father Liu Qingyun.

Liu Qingyun clapped his hands, and under the double eyes of his mother Meng Zhiyun and his wife Song Yiyi's resentment, he resolutely decided on the baby's name - Liu Lu.