Zhao Lanxiang was really frightened by He Songbai. In the middle of the night, a man sneaked into her room. She thought about a lot in an instant, and also thought of Wu Yong many years ago. When she was holding her breath, one hand even slowly moved to the small table cabinet beside the bed, groping for the fruit knife she used to peel her.
Suddenly the light came on, and she saw He Songbai. At this moment, she didn't speak, but the tears flowed even more fiercely.
The clenched fruit knife slipped from his hands.
He Songbai saw a flash of cold light, and quickly hugged her, patted her back, and criticized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I scared you."
"I should have written back sooner to let you know."
"Don't cry, it hurts my heart." He wiped her tears and said guiltily, "Grandma said in the letter that you are very strong, eat a lot every day, and rarely cause trouble to others."
"I know you definitely don't want to bother them. I feel uncomfortable watching it. But Lanxiang, don't worry, I can accompany you to give birth at home, because I finished my studies ahead of schedule."
As he said that, he put the big palm on his wife's stomach, where it bulged round and was very huge. The slender and slender waist of the past has long disappeared, replaced by the bloated and huge belly of pregnant women.
But He Songbai felt that there was no moment when it could be more beautiful than it is now, which made his heart feel so hot that he couldn't help kissing her belly.
"It's been hard work for you. When Tangtang comes out, I won't let you suffer any more."
"Really finished your studies?" Zhao Lanxiang asked uncertainly.
He Songbai nodded affirmatively.
She kicked him under the bed and said, "I have cramps in my foot."
He Songbai said "Hey" and quickly put down his luggage and squatted down to rub his wife's feet. His craftsmanship is not bad, because in the early years, he often rubbed his grandmother's legs and rubbed the stiff muscles, and Zhao Lanxiang gradually regained consciousness.
Zhao Lanxiang also unconsciously, drowsiness hit and gradually fell asleep.
He Songbai changed into his sweaty clothes, went out to take a shower, and slipped into the quilt clean and refreshing.
In the hot summer, the body temperature of pregnant women is very high, and it didn't take long for him to notice that his wife was woken up by the heat.
He probed her wet clothes, wiped off her sweat, patted her on the back and coaxed, "Sleep, sleep."
"I'll shake a fan for you."
He pulled out the palm-flower fan from the corner, and shook it one by one, refreshing and slowly coming... Zhao Lanxiang sniffed the refreshing smell on the man's body, and fell asleep comfortably.
This feeling is like in a dream, in the dream he came here, specially to take care of her.
The next day, early morning.
Zhao Lanxiang woke up and opened his eyes to see He Songbai's enlarged face.
She pinched the man's face uncertainly with her thumb, and the next moment He Songbai also woke up and asked her vaguely, "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat this morning? I'll make it for you."
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the sun and said, "It's too late, eldest sister has already made breakfast by now."
He Songbai grabbed her hand and kissed her finger along the way.
"Are all maternity exams done on time?"
"Show me Tang Tang's ultrasound?"
Zhao Lanxiang's photos of b-ultrasound have been specially printed, hoping to leave it as a souvenir. She was mentally prepared for the worst. He Songbai was still in City B, and she gave birth to the baby herself. She knew that he liked Tangtang very much, thinking of Tangtang in the far north, she had to send him some photos to remember.
He Songbai looked at the dark photo, but he couldn't really see what it was, only a thick shadow. I'm afraid that this effect can be achieved even if you just take a photo anywhere at night.
But he couldn't see enough no matter how he looked at it, which was extremely rare. He gave full play to his imagination, pointed to the blurred part of the photo while looking at it, and excitedly said to Zhao Lanxiang, "This must be Tangtang's head, it's round."
"This is a hand or a foot."
"She's a little fat? Or is this photo too dark..." He Songbai muttered in dissatisfaction, which seriously affected his judgment.
…
"She might be laughing."
"Our Tangtang is so handsome!"
After He Songbai read them one by one, he was confident.
This sentence made Zhao Lanxiang burst out laughing out of nowhere. She put her hand on her stomach, touched it lightly, and said warmly, "You know she's handsome if her facial features are not neat?"
He Songbai's face was full of pride of becoming a father: "She is a beautiful girl, there is no doubt about that."
Zhao Lanxiang did not refute him, her cheeks also showed a pink color, her dimples were deep, and she was very happy.
Grandma was also very happy to know that her grandson had returned home. She said, "I don't know whether it's good or bad for you to get married so early. If Lan Xiang's studies are delayed, you're tired running both ways."
But she obviously misunderstood. He Songbai said, "I finished my homework ahead of time. I can take the exam in two months and get my diploma..."
The old grandmother was a little surprised, but after looking at the two figures sitting side by side, she finally understood. Such difficult years have come, and it is natural to have deep feelings now that we can get through.
She said, "Since you're back, let's accompany Lanxiang at home. It's not easy for a woman to get pregnant."
He Songbai thought that no matter how difficult it was, could it compare to the hardships he suffered back then? Accompanying his wife, no matter how hard or tired he is, he still feels happy.
But soon he tasted the difficulty of serving pregnant women.
When Zhao Lanxiang was pregnant, she suffered from severe morning sickness. She couldn't eat even if she smelled a little fat. She used to like fish, and she smelled fishy and discolored. Five months later, her morning sickness came back.
Sometimes I would spit up when I drank, and when I was talking, I suddenly hurried to the spittoon and vomited.
He Songbai looked at his wife's tortured appearance, and his heart was shattered.
After rubbing it repeatedly, he asked guiltily, "When I was not at home before, were you like this too?"
Zhao Lanxiang changed her clothes in disgust, and she rinsed her mouth in embarrassment, "No, she used to be very good, maybe she became squeamish when she saw you."
As everyone knows, this is just the beginning. Zhao Lanxiang gradually became prone to morning sickness and could not eat. Her appetite was extremely weak, neither sour nor spicy, so in order to cater to her taste, He Songbai had to make a special serving every day. Maternity meals are given to her alone. Otherwise, she would have vomited again if she ate with everyone.
Zhao Lanxiang touched her stomach and said distressedly, "I don't know what's wrong, but I always feel that my stomach is moving a lot recently."
Even the soft and cute Tangtang was so noisy that He Songbai was annoyed.
He half-squatted down and said fiercely to his stomach: "You don't have to torment your mother, okay? Be good. Dad will give you candy after you come out?"
Zhao Lanxiang burst into laughter when she heard the man's childish words.
She said: "Wait a while to check it out, it's too uncomfortable to vomit."
As she said that, she suddenly supported her waist, and with a "hey" sound, Tang Tang kicked her belly again, and her thin skirt was faintly propped up by her noisy hands and feet.
He Songbai placed his palm lightly on it, stared at his wife's belly for a long time, and said bitterly, "This must be a naughty baby."
…
Time is tough, but it is also slowly advancing towards the end of summer. July is hot and the weather is getting cooler. One night, when she was about to fall asleep, Zhao Lanxiang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
He Songbai asked her, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Lanxiang was a little embarrassed, but said eagerly: "I want to eat basil plum..."
When He Songbai turned on the light, Zhao Lanxiang's face was already flushed red, and only one pair of eyes were bright and watery, so wide that it was hard to ignore.
He sighed and asked her resignedly, "What is perilla plum?"
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head blankly, and she said, "I haven't eaten it either."
This was something she overheard a pregnant woman say, what does perilla plum taste like? It is a sweet and sour plum, which can be eaten a lot after eating.
But Meizi was also described in this way in her impression. Facing He Songbai's sincere face, she was a little hard to tell her face, and her face burned red. I don't know if it was because of what Meizi thought, or because of unreasonable vexation.
This answer from his daughter-in-law made He Songbai's heart feel abruptly. However, he couldn't see the suppressed desire in her eyes. He stroked her soft hair and said, "Wait, I'll ask grandma."
In order to conceive this baby, she vomited a lot during this period of time, and she worked hard to lose weight. She finally had something to eat, how could He Songbai ignore it.
Fortunately, the grandmother did not fall asleep, she was listening to the radio and reading.
He Songbai asked her bluntly, "Lanxiang wants to eat basil plum, I want to get her some to eat, does grandma know what basil plum is?"
Grandma took off her reading glasses and thought about it carefully for a long time.
She said: "It may be a kind of plum made of green plums, wrapped in basil, which is sweet and sour, and has a unique smell. Pregnant women eat it. It does help a bit."
"Let me think about it..."
Granny Li thought about it for a long time, then picked up the pen and wrote roughly a rough method. A long time ago, she was also a lady who did not touch her fingers and stayed away from the kitchen, but she really played with this thing before she came out, because it is a kind of snack that is not difficult to make.
He Songbai looked at the old grandmother's writing method word by word.
He could not wait to pick green plums immediately and make basil plums for his daughter-in-law. He said goodbye to his grandmother and let him go to sleep rationally, but he still let his head get hot, and ran to the plum tree planted outside the house in the dark, risking being chased by the domestic dog, he picked a bag of green plums and came back.
He Songbai washed the green plums one by one with a brush and coarse salt. According to the recipe, he rubbed the perilla plums step by step, killed the greens, pressed them, and only waited until tomorrow to take them out to dry for a day.
After he had done all this, he was satisfied that he put away the plums, took out a few cleaned ones, and took them back to coax his wife.
Zhao Lanxiang waited left and right, staying up until midnight without waiting for He Songbai to come back. She lay on her side and almost fell asleep, and the sound of footsteps outside the door gradually sounded.
The man graciously handed a few clean green plums to her, "Eat, there are no perilla plums, only green plums."
Zhao Lanxiang sat up, and although she was eager to scratch like thousands of claws, she still picked up the green plum and ate it.
The mouth was full of saliva, and she didn't feel sour at all, and even ate five of them.
The next morning, after He Songbai got up, his grandmother came to look for him again. The old man said distressedly, "Brother Bo, you can't make this basil plum. You won't be able to eat it until it has been marinated for at least four months."
He Songbai, who had just put the plums out to dry one by one, listened, and the expression on his face was wrong.
He was silent for a while and said, "It's okay, I can't do it, I can go and buy someone else's."
After breakfast, he went out the door silently. He went from house to house to inquire about perilla plums. After several days of inquiries, he lost a pair of shoes. One day, he brought back a pitcher of black plums from an unknown village in the distance.
He lifted the lid, handed it to his daughter-in-law, and said with a naive smile, "Try it, is it what you want?"
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Pingshengjun: Presidents, it's been a long time~
I am throwing myself on the ground, leveling out and beating...
Brother Bo: I don't care if I beat you or not
You remember to get Tangtang out early
Can boil her parents to death!
Sadly wipe the tears of a loving father.
Brother Bo: In the future, I will also be able to show off to the little brat. I think I was the one who traveled more than ten miles to buy plums for your mother.
He Gou Left: "… "
Pingshengjun: "..."
But if you can get it, do you want to go to heaven
Note: Flowing fire in July: refers to the westward movement of Mars, summer and autumn come, and the weather turns cooler.