Yang Qian became a father at the age of twenty-six, which may be considered relatively early in today's fast-paced big city life.

But among the peers Yang Qian knows, including some relatives from his hometown, former classmates, and friends, Yang Qian's speed is not particularly fast.

Because there were many people earlier than him, even those who came out to join the society before finishing high school, and now there are many children who have started to go to school.

However, there are really very few people born in the 1990s and 2000s like Yang Qian who have the patience to accompany and educate their children.

It’s not that there aren’t any, there are also many parents who are gritting their teeth and persisting.

But most people leave their children to their aging parents, and go to another city to work and live a happy life.

Maybe they are not mentally prepared to be parents, or maybe they have never thought about having a child at all, but they just accidentally had one, so they just gave birth to it...

Among these peers, Yang Qian is quite special.

Other fathers couldn't help themselves. After just a few days of paternity leave, they hurried back to work, which just happened to give their heads, which were dizzy from the noise of their children's cries, half a day free.

Yang Qian did not think about going to work. He said that he had suspended all his travels for two months and devoted himself wholeheartedly to taking care of his wife who was in confinement at home and taking care of the weak and helpless Yang Xiaozhao!

The life of a dad is busy and fulfilling, but Yang Qian enjoys it, especially when he is giving his daughter some sunshine!

"Where is the spring, where is the spring..."

Yang Qian felt that the rhythm of his singing in the speaker was too fast, so he asked his mother to turn off the Bluetooth speaker. While holding his daughter, he adjusted the angle for her to bask in the sun, while gently humming the song live.

Not to mention, even though there is no accompaniment, Yang Qian also slowed down the tempo, and the "Where Is Spring" (Note 1) sung by him, a top singer, is still so smooth and beautiful.

Yang Xiaozhao also seemed to be listening very seriously - at this time, she was lying on the "little bed" formed by her father's two arms with her bare buttocks and bare back, and her chin was resting on his father's elbow.

Curved.

It was the turn of spring and summer, and the bright sunshine at eight o'clock shone on her skin, not only tanning her white and tender little buttocks into two golden butt cheeks, it also made her feel warm.

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I don’t know if it’s because I feel so comfortable in the sun,

Either the songs his father sang were good, or it was both reasons. Yang Xiaozhao lay on his back comfortably, his eyes narrowed.

"Look at how little you are, you really know how to enjoy it!"

Yang Qian smiled, took out his left hand, and patted her little butt affectionately.

Then she adjusted her two short legs so that they could rest on her arms and tan them evenly.

"You should take this blanket and put it under her belly."

Hong Xiaoxia looked at her little granddaughter basking in the sun on the balcony, and couldn't help but worry again. She looked left and right and felt dissatisfied. It was better to go back to Yang Qian's master bedroom and find Dai Yuni.

After taking a plush sheet from the bed, she came out and handed it to Yang Qian.

"No need, her belly is held by my palms, so the wind can't blow into her navel."

Yang Qian turned his daughter's body sideways slightly and showed it to her mother.

"That won't work either. It's better to cover the lower parts that cannot be exposed to the sun."

Hong Xiaoxia was worried.

"What you're doing is just unnecessary. I'm going to dry her back. I'm going to dry her front later. How can I cover her with a quilt?"

Yang Qian said dumbfounded.

"Why is it unnecessary? If you turn her over, you can cover her belly. Doesn't it say that the lower part of the belly cannot be exposed to the sun?"

Hong Xiaoxia insisted.

That's true. Sister Fen, the confinement sister-in-law who just turned to do other things, also warned him that there are some places where he cannot bask in the sun.

"Well, well..."

I don't know if he didn't hear his father singing, so he was a little anxious. Yang Xiaozhao kicked his short legs and grunted in protest.

"Okay, daddy, turn you over."

Yang Qian quickly called his mother to help.

In fact, the hug on the plane just now should be said to be very comfortable for Yang Xiaozhao. Yang Qian is not sure why she disagreed.

But when she turns around to expose her belly, she needs to be very careful, because if she is not careful, the little one's eyes may be directly exposed to the sun.

"I turned her head to face the east, and then raised her head a little so that her back was facing the sun."

Yang Qian discussed with his mother.

But she still had to block the sun. Hong Xiaoxia was reluctant to tie her granddaughter's head with a small towel, so she insisted on stretching the towel with her hands and placing it in the air to block Yang Xiaozhao's eyes.

The little one didn't seem to know whose big hand was there, but her two round eyes were widened, not like they were squinting comfortably just now. They were still looking around, as if on the little towel.

The printed cartoon logo attracted her attention.

Yang Qian was a little confused, but he still adjusted his posture correctly so that the sun could fully hit his daughter's small arms, short legs, and even her belly.

"Put the quilt on."

Hong Xiaoxia chanted tirelessly.

Yang Qinteng didn't take action, so she waited until she no longer had to block Yang Xiaozhao from the sun, reached out to pull the blanket she had just hung on the back of the chair, and quickly covered Yang Xiaozhao's belly.

"Hmph..."

Yang Xiaozhao had just settled down and started to cry again.

Is it because I'm hungry?

But I haven’t had enough time to show off yet!

Yang Qian quickly continued singing, trying to coax his daughter.

"...Spring in that green mountain forest,

There are red flowers here,

There is green grass here,

And the little oriole that can sing..."

This song is full of childishness, uuReading www.uukanshu.com As Yang Qian sang, he couldn't help but shake his head gently.

Miraculously, as soon as Yang Qian sang, Yang Xiaozhao stopped humming, and she quietly "nested" in her father's arms and listened.

Of course, since he couldn't hold his head up, Yang Qian still had to be careful. He would rather lean back than put any force on his daughter's weak neck.

Just when he was winking proudly to his mother, saying that his singing voice was magical and that he was really good at coaxing babies, Yang Qian felt a wave of heat appear on his thighs...

"Ah! Yang Xiaozhao, you actually peed on daddy's leg!"

Yang Qian cried out in confusion.

(Note 1: "Where is the Spring" is a song composed in the early 1980s. The lyricist is Grandma Wangan and the composer is Pan Zhensheng. Grandpa Pan also has a very famous song "One Penny".
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