The little girl also called Hai Tong “Auntie.”
She noticed the baby lying on Hai Tong’s left side and immediately crawled over curiously, wanting to climb over Hai Tong to touch the baby.
Mu Qing, worried her children might squash the baby, as they were only a little over one and didn’t know their own strength, quickly picked up her daughter and said, “Yan Yan, you can’t crawl around like that, the little brother is sleeping, you two mustn’t wake him.”
Jun Yan, still in her mother’s arms, struggled, leaning towards Hai Tong.
She just wanted to see the little brother.
Like one of her many toy sisters.
Not yet sensible, Jun Yan saw the baby as one of her toys.
Ye Yao, held by Hai Tong, only noticed the “toy” beside him when his sister tried to crawl towards the baby.
He also curiously reached for the toy.
“Ye Yao, that’s a little brother, not your toy,” Hai Tong explained with a smile.
Ye Yao looked at the baby, then at Hai Tong, and turned to his mother, who was soothing his sister.
Brother?
Oh, he knew.
A brother was a crybaby.
His fourth uncle had a crybaby at home, and his mother said that was his brother.
“Cry, cry… crybaby,” Ye Yao said in his babyish voice.
Hai Tong was puzzled and asked Zhan Yin, who had picked up his son, “Did Ye Yao say crybaby? Is he talking about the baby?”
Mu Qing, seeing Zhan Yin holding their son, put her daughter down and replied with a smile, “You just told him it’s a little brother, he probably thought of Jun Fei.”
“The fourth’s Jun Fei loves to cry, and he always calls his son a crybaby.”
“Ye Yao thinks all brothers are crybabies.”
Hai Tong laughed and gently tapped Ye Yao’s nose, “Ye Yao, you’re a crybaby too, the little brother is being good now, not a crybaby.”
“Brother.”
Jun Yan ran over and hugged Zhan Yin’s leg, looking up with big, twinkling eyes, “Uncle, brother, brother.”
Unable to resist the little girl’s adorable charm, Zhan Yin sat on the bed, lowering himself so she could get closer to see the baby.
Mu Qing quickly reminded her daughter, “Yan Yan, you can look at the little brother, but don’t poke him.”
When she occasionally held Jun Fei, the little girl would poke his face, and while Jun Fei didn’t mind, she worried her daughter might accidentally poke his eyes.
Jun Fei, only three months younger than his siblings, would wiggle when held, making it harder to poke his eyes.
Hai Tong’s baby, only a few days old, slept when held and didn’t move much, so Mu Qing was concerned her daughter might accidentally poke the baby’s eyes.
“Brother.”
Jun Yan obediently didn’t poke the little brother, just called out to him curiously, then looked up at Zhan Yin, wanting to say something but too young to express it in words.
“The brother can’t talk yet, he’s sleeping,” Zhan Yin explained gently, thinking Jun Yan was curious why the baby wasn’t speaking.
Jun Yan nodded, as if she understood.
Ye Yao also came over to look at the little brother.
Seeing the siblings wouldn’t poke the baby, Mu Qing relaxed.
Hai Tong laughed, “Their dad is holding him.”
Zhan Yin would never let the siblings poke the baby.
Perhaps because the siblings were crowding around, the baby woke up and cried.
The siblings looked at each other, then turned and ran back to Mu Qing.
They thought they had scared the little brother into crying.
Their actions made Hai Tong laugh.
So adorable.
Zhan Yin, holding his son, stood up and walked around the bedroom, gently cooing to soothe him.
