Grandma Xie stayed with the two of us for one night that day.
When the two closed the door, they gradually came to their senses. Xie Ci carefully helped Song Yingwan to sit down on the chair, as rigorously as if he were conducting a scientific experiment.
Song Yingwan suddenly raised her lips and said with a smile, "Thank you, we have a child."
Xie Ci's eyes trembled slightly and he whispered, "...Well, I know."
"What’s wrong with you?"
Song Yingwan saw that his face looked a little bad, so she couldn't help but hold his hand, but it felt slightly cold.
She pursed her lips slightly, feeling a little depressed, "...Are you unhappy? Do you...don't want this baby?"
After saying this, his eyes turned red, and his pupils glowed with sparkling water.
Xie Ci frowned, hugged her quickly and said, "How come, I'm happy."
Then he repeated in a low voice, "Of course I'm happy, Wanwan."
Song Yingwan pressed her cheek against his abdomen, holding the clothes at his waist with both hands, still a little aggrieved, "But you haven't even smiled!"
Xie Ci lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "But Wanwan, I feel sorry for you even more."
He had seen with his own eyes the critical situation when giving birth, and he was not willing to let Song Yingwan bear even the slightest risk.
Song Yingwan relaxed his eyebrows and said softly, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are here, you will definitely not put me in danger, right?"
"Thank you. I want to have a child of our own. It will be cute calling you daddy and mommy."
Listening to the scenes she described, the corners of Xie Ci's lips couldn't help but curl up, "Yes, I have to look more like you."
Song Yingwan rolled her eyes, "It doesn't matter if he's like you or me, they're both our babies."
After a few words, the nervousness and anxiety of thanking him had eased a lot, and he tightened his arms again, "Wanwan, I will have to work hard for you next."
He couldn't sympathize with the hardship of pregnancy, let alone share it with her, but he felt more distressed.
Song Yingwan said nothing and hugged him tightly in response.
Now thinking about it, this child came just in time. From the moment she knew she was pregnant, she was more happy and expecting, and she was already prepared.
In the following time, Song Yingwan took care of her baby carefully. Except for the fishy smell and retching, she had no other uncomfortable reactions after that.
Xie Ci also tried to stay at home every day and thought of ways to make delicious food for her.
It has to be said that smart people are excellent no matter what they do. Song Yingwan obviously doesn't want to eat so much, but Xie Ci cooks according to Song Yingwan's taste every day, and she has no resistance at all.
The day after she found out she was pregnant, Song Yingwan called Zhang Ru and told her about it.
Zhang Ru was naturally happy, but worries were inevitable. When she learned that the two children had not moved back and were still as self-sufficient as before, she immediately couldn't sit still.
After careful consideration, I quit my job the next day, packed my luggage and came to Beijing.
In Zhang Ru's opinion, although the thank you speech was reliable, she didn't know much about it. How could she not have an elder around her for such a big thing as pregnancy?
Song Yingwan couldn't control that much, so of course she would be happy for Zhang Ru to come over.
The factory where Zhang Ru worked was not doing well two years ago, and the work was high and the pay was low. Song Yingwan had long wanted her to quit, but he also knew the thinking of this generation, so he didn't dare to say a word.
Song's father was in the same situation. After the policy was completely liberalized, many factories suffered a blow, and some even went bankrupt. Although Song's father's situation was better than Zhang Ru's, it was still not as good as before.
Now it's not just easy to get it.
In addition, Song Yingchen has also been admitted to Beijing University this year. Most of the time after graduation, he will stay here and work. His son and daughter are all here, so it doesn't make any difference if he comes early and comes later.
Song Yingwan held her chin up, sat in the yard and watched Zhang Ru clean the child's bedding, and said, "Mom, let my dad come over too."
Zhang Ru didn't take it seriously and responded casually, "What is your dad doing here? He has to go to work."
"Let my dad come to work here."
Zhang Ru paused and looked up at her, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Now that she had said it, Song Yingwan looked serious and carefully analyzed the situation in the past few years with her.
Xiao Zhi moved with reason and emotion, and Zhang Ru's attitude finally relaxed a little.
At this time, Xie Ci came over again and said, "It's not difficult to transfer dad over there. I have a friend who knows about this. I can ask him for help."
Zhang Ru hesitated, "...Would it be too much trouble?"
Thank you and smile, "No trouble."
Zhang Ru didn't agree straight away, "I'll discuss it with your dad tonight."
Song Yingwan snickered and glanced at the thank you secretly. If Zhang Ru could say this, the matter was almost settled.
After Zhang Ru came over, she did help a lot, and she thanked him and had time to deal with other things.
I found a house within two days, and I even took Song Yingwan to check it out.
It was still Zhang Yunfang who left the house. The location of that house was very close to Grandpa Xie and Grandma Xie's house, and it was also convenient to go to the hospital and shopping mall.
The layout is similar to the one we live in now, and is even better preserved. What Song Yingwan likes most is that there is a grape tree in the yard, which looks to be quite old.
When the time comes, I’ll put a swing underneath it, it will definitely be very comfortable.
Xie Xi found someone to renovate it again. Song Yingwan personally watched it. He put a lot of thought into the children's room, bathroom, study, etc., and moved in when Song Yingwan was more than five months old.
But after Song Yingwan deceived Zhang Ru and Song's father, he couldn't just ignore everything.
She asked Xie Ci to look around for a set. It was not big, it fit into the courtyard, but it was enough for three people to live in.
Song Yingwan originally wanted to pay out the money herself, and she would not be able to afford a house, but Zhang Ru did not agree. After discussing for a long time, she agreed that Song Yingwan would only get 10,000 yuan, and they would get the remaining 20,000 yuan. Come out yourself.
So Zhang Ru and Song's father also settled here.
Later, when Song Yingwan came across a suitable one, he bought two more sets. It turned out that it was not a loss-making transaction.
The day the baby was born, everyone came over.
When Song Yingwan opened her eyes, she saw familiar faces in front of her and couldn't help but smile.
Xie Ci's eyes were red, and he held her hand that shook slightly, "Wanwan, does it still hurt?"
Song Yingwan curled her lips, "...it hurts me to death."
Xie Ci's eyes became even redder, and there was a faint glint of water in his eyes, "No more, we won't have any more."
A burst of crying came, and the two of them came to their senses. Zhang Ru held the child and placed it next to Song Yingwan's pillow, "Look, this child looks so good."
Song Yingwan gently curved her lips, "My son."
Zhang Ru also laughed out loud, "Yes, your son looks like you!"
Concerned that Song Yingwan was weak after giving birth, everyone did not stay in the ward for too long. Seeing that Song Yingwan was fine, they went out.
There was only one person left to take care of Xie Ci in the ward, plus a little guy.
Xie Ci saw that Song Yingwan still had tiredness on her face and eyes, and leaned over to press a kiss on her forehead, "Go to sleep, you're too tired."
"I'm watching over you and the baby."
Song Yingwan nodded obediently and looked at the little man sleeping soundly next to him, feeling soft in his heart.
Then he slowly closed his eyes.
Xie Ci looked at the children lying on the bed, one big and one small, and felt that his heart was filled to the brim.
At this time, a teardrop slipped from the corner of Song Yingwan's eye, but there was a smile on her lips, quiet and beautiful.
Xie Ci stretched out his hand to touch it gently, and then slowly held her right hand, as if he was grasping the treasure of this life.
……
The sunshine outside the window is just right and the breeze is not dry.
Year after year, it’s like today.
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