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In the middle of the night, everything is quiet.
The people around him let out a low exclamation.
"Husband, husband!"
Zhu Wuyang opened his eyes suddenly, got up in a hurry, touched his wife's face covered in cold sweat, and said nervously, "What's wrong? Ma'am? What's wrong?"
"Small, calf cramps."
Lin Lang gasped.
She immediately grabbed the man's arm and bit him hard.
There are dense tooth marks on it, which have not faded for several days.
Zhu Wuyang had long been used to the little ancestor's biting habit during pregnancy, and he passed his hand over so that she could bite tighter, while the other hand was groping for the hard lump on the calf, and kneading it skillfully.
Under the man's massage, Lin Lang gradually fell asleep again.
Seeing that her face was no longer so uncomfortable, Zhu Wuyang got up and fetched a basin of warm water, wiped her face, hands and feet carefully, and checked the temperature of the other person's forehead, then she felt relieved and poured out the water. Going to sleep on.
He just squinted for a while, and was awakened again.
"What's the matter, ma'am?"
He quickly lifted the quilt to see her.
"Husband, I feel hot, so uncomfortable." Lin Lang said.
Without further ado, Zhu Wuyang took a cattail fan, stood beside her, and fanned it gently.
After he fell asleep for a while, the city owner couldn't bear it any longer, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed. Just as he closed his eyes, his shoulders were pushed several times.
"Husband, don't sleep, I'm hungry, cook noodles for me!"
Well, the little ancestor started to torment him again.
But Zhu Wuyang had a feeling of taking it for granted.
"Okay, just wait, I'll go now for my husband."
The first thing the man did when he opened his eyes was to cover her with a quilt, and then rushed to the kitchen without stopping.
It is midnight now, and there is still an old lady guarding the kitchen, simmering a small pot of bone soup. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around to look, with a smile on his face, "What do you want to eat today, madam?"
"Eat noodles." He said succinctly.
The city lord skillfully folded up his cuffs, washed the iron pot again, quickly scooped up two scoops of well water that had just been brought up, and covered the pot.
Chop firewood, add fire, put eggs, season, serve bowls.
You're done.
"Cuckoo -"
What is calling
chicken
The Lord City Lord frowned and glanced at the kitchen.
Last month, Linlang was accidentally pecked by a chicken's beak, and the back of her hand was bruised and purple. The man was so distressed when he saw it, he immediately ran to the kitchen and slaughtered everything he could to vent his anger.
Although after that he still got the title of Chicken Killer...
"Cuckoo -"
Still calling
This chicken is a bit arrogant. Believe it or not, he has a hundred ways to make it die miserably
Don't think that his title of Chicken Killer is for nothing.
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and was about to give it a little color to see—
"City Master, your stomach is growling!"
The old lady is very straightforward.
"..."
He stroked his deflated belly.
so hungry.
Lin Lang vomited a lot today, in order to coax this little ancestor, he tried his best, so he didn't have time to think about whether he had eaten.
"Ma'am, the noodles are here, eat it while it's hot."
He handed the washed and dried chopsticks to her.
"It's egg noodles again."
Lin Lang looked disgusted.
Zhu Wuyang: "..."
Can this be his fault
The little ancestor insisted on letting the unborn child taste his father's handicrafts, and maybe he would not trouble her when he was happy.
The city lord foolishly believed in this evil, and practiced his cooking skills every day. Unfortunately, he was not born with this material. After more than eight months of tossing, he is still a rookie. He can only cook noodles, or the simplest egg noodles.
Lin Lang took a few mouthfuls.
The other party's eyes were still burning on her... face.
"Hungry?" Lin Lang raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not hungry, you can eat." The city lord immediately withdrew his eyes, pretending to be as calm as a mountain.
"Cuckoo -"
The stomach rumbled again inappropriately.
"..."
"Forget it, I'll reward you with this bowl of noodles." Lin Lang suppressed a smile and pushed over.
He froze for a moment and firmly refused.
"Even if I starve to death, I will not grab food with my children."
Lin Lang glanced at him, "What are you talking about? You want to live a long life and watch our child be born. Don't talk about dying all day long. It's really unlucky."
The city lord hurriedly slapped his mouth, "Yes, yes, what Madam said is right, it's because you are not good for your husband."
"Okay, eat quickly, your son said, he's not hungry, I'm afraid he'll starve his father." Lin Lang stroked his chin with stubble, and said with distress, "Are you tired these days?"
As long as she comforts her, it's all worth it.
Zhu Wuyang shook his head, "I'm not tired."
His wife gave birth to offspring for him, and she couldn't eat well, and she couldn't sleep soundly. After suffering so much, how could he say he was tired
Lin Lang urged him to eat noodles quickly.
Before he finished a bowl of noodles, his wife suddenly grabbed his hand and put it on his stomach.
The city lord looked at her full of doubts.
The palm was suddenly shaken.
Zhu Wuyang was a little frightened.
"It, it... moved?"
What followed was endless panic.
"Ma'am, are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you want me to take you to the doctor now?"
The broken man wanted to pick up someone and rush out as he said that.
Lin Lang knocked on his forehead and said helplessly, "Fool, the child is saying hello to you."
Say hello
It took him a while to digest the message.
The city lord carefully put his hand on it.
Was shocked again.
"Ma'am, the child is greeting me!"
His eyes were surprised and he smiled happily.
Zhu Wuyang simply bent down, put his face on his stomach, and coughed lightly. He wanted to respond to the greeting, but because he was too nervous, he turned into a stiff self-introduction: "Son, I am your father, Zhu Wuyang Yang, named Yongzhi, twenty-seven years old, Jintai Wushuang..."
The other party did not respond.
The city lord looked at his wife in panic.
"It, why doesn't it move? Does it not like me?"
"But, why don't you like me? I give it something to eat every day!"
"Okay, how old are you, are you still pouting like a child, hanging on the oil bottle?" Lin Lang gave him a sideways look.
The man didn't hear her words at all, as if he had fallen into an abyss, he mumbled to himself while pulling his hair.
"It's over, I must be hated..."
Lin Lang really had nothing to do with him, so she asked him to listen to it again.
The man stubbornly kept his posture, until he was about to turn into a statue, his face was shaken violently through his stomach.
"Ma'am, it kicked me! It kicked me in the face! My God, it's so strong!"
The city lord blushed.
Is it an honor to be kicked by a foot
Lin Lang really couldn't see his smirk, and told him to finish eating the noodles and rest.
He had no choice but to leave her stomach reluctantly and pick up the noodles.
Just eating and eating, Zhu Wuyang began to feel uncomfortable again.
On one side is my sister, on the other side is my wife and children.
Unaware of his intentions, his wife brushed away the drenched hair from the man's ears, "Why don't you eat, aren't you hungry? It's still too bland, are you not used to it?"
"No, I just choked."
He dodged her hand subconsciously, and swallowed it like it was delicious.
Fortunately, she did not see her tears.
This side is so bitter.
Bitter to the heart.
He still had to smile and say, it's delicious.
Lin Lang said that he was really not shy, how could he praise himself like that, when the child came out, the mother and son would laugh at him together.
By the way, they even gave the child a nickname, Fu'er.
The chubby little kid is blessed.
Zhu Wuyang imagined that scene, the three of them sat together to eat, the little boy with thick head and thick brain was lying in his mother's arms, sucking a long noodle in his bright red mouth, and his little eyes were still looking at him sadly, Daddy, why is this noodle so long, Fu'er can hardly breathe!
As for the child's mother, she secretly smiled and watched the jokes of their father and son.
She would stare at herself and say, who told you that your father can't cook noodles.
Zhu Wuyang covered his eyes and laughed hard, but tears flowed wantonly from the corners of his mouth.
If Fuer is born, he must pick up the little guy and kiss his soft head and eyes that cannot be opened.
When he grows up a little bit, he will lift him up high, sit on his neck, and accompany him to watch the first New Year's fireworks in a crowded street.
Teach him to dress and eat.
Teach him to read and write.
Teach him how to survive.
He will give all the skills he has learned to him.
But, Fu'er, daddy might not be able to fulfill his promise.
You cannot ride a horse.
I can't grow up with you.
I can't watch you marry a wife and have children.
Even, you may not even remember what your father looks like.
Being bullied by other children, he could only run home crying, complaining to his mother all the time, saying that he was a wild child that no one wanted.
No, you are not a wild child.
Daddy's love for you has never been less than half that of others.
It's just that Dad may have to take a step first, and he can't continue to protect you and your mother.
So, Fu'er, you have to be strong, like a dependable man, replace your father, and protect your mother, you know
Daddy is a despicable person, he tricked your mother into entering the house, but daddy can't and dare not lie to her a second time. She has suffered a lot, and it was her father who was sorry for her. You must be filial to her and not make her angry.
If possible, when you read this letter, after a hundred years, if your mother has not remarried, let your father and your mother be buried together, and they will be together forever.
If she has remarried, then cremate her father. The ashes are scattered in the river and the sea, and they are all scattered. Maybe your father will not miss your mother that much. Let her forget about me and live a good life.
If your mother cries a lot, you must tell her that Daddy never loved her and hated me, maybe this will make her feel better.
In fact, your mother is the only true love of your father in this life.
Daddy never regretted meeting her, even if he went to the poor and fell to the underworld, he still couldn't change his mind.
Also, sorry.
I am not a qualified father.
please forgive me.
Dear my son.
Father, wish Wuyang.
Last word.