Su Jiaojiao was born in March of 1974. The son of six pounds and six taels made her tormented.
At this time, caesarean section was not popular, and almost all births were natural, so she was tortured for a while, crying in pain in the delivery room, scared to death, afraid that she would die in the delivery room.
Across the door, Song Qinghan listened to her heart-wrenching cries, her whole body was not well, her face was pale, and bloodshot from the whites of her eyes were too hideous. He was still sweating before the winter was over.
Later, Sun Fang told her that Song Qinghan was so frightened by her crying that she knelt on the ground, covering her face and crying, as if something had happened.
Su Jiaojiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt relieved.
When she came out of the delivery room after giving birth, she had already fainted, not even faint, but she didn't have the strength to open her eyes, she lay limp on the bed and was pushed out, she fell asleep quickly after that, and can't remember anything. .
When she knew Song Qinghan's performance, she regretted that she couldn't force her to look at him again, at least she remembered how the other party was crying for her.
At least Su Jiaojiao couldn't imagine Song Qinghan crying so hard for the time being.
Due to the limitation of the times, Song Qinghan's development is not very good. To outsiders, he is now an unemployed vagabond who lives on his parents. There are people in the village who secretly say that the two people really can't raise children. Good bamboo shoots, but I didn't expect it to be useless.
Of course, these words were not told to them directly. Su Jiaojiao knew it, and it was Aunt Wang who kindly persuaded her to let Song Qinghan go out to work and not stay at home like she was pregnant.
But Su Jiaojiao didn't listen. In her eyes, Song Qinghan was good-looking, good-looking, and had a better temperament. The most important thing was that he made more money than others. It was just that these things could not be known.
That's why Su Jiaojiao gave Song Qinghan a tall image in her heart. She felt that with him, she didn't have to worry about anything.
Naturally, she couldn't imagine Song Qinghan crying.
Her pity was too obvious, Sun Fang hugged her grandson and shook her head and smiled: "They have given birth to children and haven't grown up yet, you!"
Ji Ya looked at her grandson eagerly, unable to move her eyes, and said casually, "What do you do when you grow up? A woman, life is not easy, and it's good for Jiaojiao to be like this. I have Lao Song and I to take care of it at home, so I don't need to. Great wealth and great honor, life will be good.”
"You can't be accustomed to her like this, you're so old." Sun Fang said, but the smile on her face was very big.
Can you be unhappy that your in-laws attach so much importance to their daughters
Song Qinghan's face was always bad. Only when he met Su Jiaojiao, his expression softened a little. He heard the words: "Jiaojiao is good like this, but it's too hard to give birth to a child. We won't give birth in the future."
His voice was still hoarse, not sure if he was crying.
When Su Jiaojiao laughed until she had time to think about it, she nodded vigorously: "Yes, it's too scary."