Chapter 982: Chapter 980: The Trouble Caused by Hairstyles
The two little buns were eating a lot, sleeping soundly, and growing like crazy. Back when they were just one month old, their dad Ji Dabao could carry one in each arm and stroll easily all around the room.
But by the time the two little ones reached their hundredth day, and the Ji Family and Yang Family held a hundred-day party for them at the Ji Family mansion, Ji Dabao no longer dared to just carry the two little munchkins around by himself.
Little Treasure the little uncle came over and picked Guoguo up from the stroller first. The pretty little girl flailed her hands and feet happily in his arms, giggling nonstop.
"Little Treasure, why aren’t you holding Beibei?"
Da Bao came over and picked up his son, and suddenly thought of something. Come to think of it, Little Treasure always rushed to hold Guoguo, but hardly ever held Beibei?
"Guoguo is close with little uncle!"
The young master said that, then smacked a loud kiss on the little girl’s rosy cheek.
Da Bao shot him a sidelong glance. "You little rascal, just you wait till your wife gives you a few daughters. Let’s see if they don’t drive you crazy!"
"Girls aren’t annoying, stinky boys are!" The young master said with a squinty-eyed grin and gave the little girl another kiss.
Both little babies had a head of thick, jet-black straight hair. When Beibei was one month old, they shaved it into a crew cut; he looked sharp and spirited, and he’d kept that crew cut ever since.
Guoguo was a girl, so at one month they’d only given her a token trim. By the hundredth day, her dad Da Bao personally gave his precious daughter a cute mushroom cut.
Mr. Ji came over for a look and chuckled. "Well now, this little girl Guoguo really does look like you when you were little, Da Bao."
Ji Rui and Le Tong hadn’t seen their granddaughter’s new hairstyle yet. They gathered around for a look, then all burst out laughing, all saying that at a glance, she really did look very similar.
Originally, Guoguo and Beibei almost looked exactly the same. The two little ones had inherited the best features from both parents. As they grew, Beibei, being a boy with a crew cut, was gradually showing some boyish handsomeness between his brows, while Guoguo, with this mushroom cut, looked more and more delicately pretty, like a little girl should.
Nuonuo hadn’t really noticed it at first. She took a photo of Guoguo with her mouth wide open, drooling and silly-smiling, then pulled out a similar photo from Da Bao’s childhood album for comparison.
"Huh, you don’t say—at least an eighty, ninety percent resemblance!"
As she spoke, she projected the comparison photo from her phone onto the outdoor screen.
When Da Bao was little, he’d always had a mushroom cut. It wasn’t until he got sick and was hospitalized later that he changed his hairstyle. After he started living with Le Tong, Da Bao felt he should look like a real man, so he’d worn a crew cut ever since.
"Nuonuo, take a photo of Beibei too, then pull up a picture of your Brother from when he was about five or six and compare them."
Le Tong had now already picked up Beibei. Just a moment ago she’d thought Guoguo with the mushroom cut looked just like little Da Bao. But now looking at Beibei in her arms, happily smacking on his fingers, she suddenly felt Beibei also looked very much like Da Bao at five or six.
Nuonuo hurried over and snapped a photo, then, following Le Tong’s suggestion, found a picture of six-year-old Da Bao with a crew cut and put them together.
"Tsk tsk, this looks really similar too!"
Everyone looked up at the two sets of comparison photos on the screen. "Da Bao, from the looks of it, Beibei and Guoguo seem to resemble you a bit more."
Nuonuo pinched her son’s cheek, then squeezed her daughter’s chin, and said with fake jealousy and a smile, "Son, daughter, you two are pieces of meat that fell from mommy’s body. How come you don’t look more like mommy?"
Hearing that, Da Bao lowered his head, picked up Nuonuo’s phone and fiddled with it for a bit. Soon, another set of comparison pics appeared on the big screen: on the left and right were Beibei and Guoguo with little braids Photoshopped on, and in the middle was young Nuonuo with her own little braids.
"Nuonuo, look—who said Beibei and Guoguo don’t look like you?"
After Da Bao’s little Photoshop job, the two little ones with the same hairstyle as Nuonuo looked a solid seventy, eighty percent like Si Han.
"So it was all the hairstyle’s fault!"
In the end, it was Little Treasure the little uncle who made this precise closing statement.
"Besides, haven’t you all noticed? Brother and Sister are looking more and more alike now!"
Prompted by Little Treasure, everyone’s gaze moved from the two little ones’ faces to Da Bao and Nuonuo. Little Treasure was in high spirits; he handed Beibei over to Ji Rui, then took a few big steps forward and forcibly pushed the two of them together. "Ji Dabao, press your face closer to Sister’s. Let me take a look!"
Da Bao was in a great mood, and besides, he usually spoiled Little Treasure. He knew the kid loved to fool around, so he often let him. Right now, he cooperated obediently, slipping one arm around Nuonuo’s shoulder and pressing his face against hers.
"You know, they really do look somewhat alike. Maybe this is that so-called ’couple’s resemblance’?"
Whether it was because Little Treasure had planted the idea in their heads first, or because Da Bao and Nuonuo really did look alike, the few elders gazed at the young couple and all felt they did indeed resemble each other quite a bit.
"Nuonuo, when are you going to bring Beibei and Guoguo to Beijing to stay for a while? Those two little babies are just too adorable."
Chu Ran was two or three years older than Le Tong, just turning fifty this year. Yang Liu had been married for several years already, but she’d always refused to have children, so Chu Ran’s dream of hugging a grandchild kept getting postponed again and again.
"Auntie, I might be a bit busy later. How about we wait till summer vacation?"
Nuonuo turned her down not because she was afraid of the long trip, but because she actually did have some plans coming up.
It was a long story. After the two little ones hit one month, Da Bao went back to work at the Ji Family, and after finishing her postpartum month, Nuonuo started devoting herself full-time at home to taking care of the Baobao.
Sometimes she would put the two little ones in their crib, then pick up her violin and play melodious tunes for them.
They say pregnancy makes you dumb for three years, but that rumor simply didn’t apply to her. Her creative inspiration hadn’t been affected by childbirth at all. On the contrary, her inspiration was even more active and expansive now than before she had the two little ones.
From their one-month mark to a hundred days—over those two months—she wrote dozens of pieces. Some had gentle, warm melodies, perfect for lullabies. Others were lively and bouncy, and the two little ones would wave their arms and legs in delight as they listened...
Ning Yijia Hao somehow caught wind that Nuonuo had been writing a lot of new pieces and called several times to ask for songs.
But Nuonuo felt these pieces belonged to her Beibei and Guoguo. Maybe she would never really treat them as commercial songs. But she would consider another approach—arranging them as violin solos and recording a purely instrumental album.
And the reason she turned down Chu Ran was precisely because of this not-yet-formed album.
"All right then. By summer vacation, Beibei and Guoguo will be almost ten months old, so they’ll be easier to take care of." Chu Ran didn’t push it.
So, after the hundred-day party for Beibei and Guoguo, she told Da Bao about her idea of recording a purely instrumental album. Da Bao agreed without even thinking.
But ideas were one thing. Once it came time to actually do it, Nuonuo started to feel troubled again.
