From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

She was very strong and carried Qiao Xingchen downstairs in a few moments.

The first time they carried him, the doctors and nurses passing by were shocked that a girl could have such great strength. Qiao Xingchen was a nearly 1.9-meter-old man, but now he was no longer surprised and even laughed and joked.

"Hey, Xiao Qiao and Xiao Meng are going to bask in the sun again?" The female nurse took a look at the weather and wondered, "But the sun hasn't come out yet."

Qiao Xingchen was a little unnatural. He subconsciously wanted to hide the news that he and Meng Liu were going to register. He was not afraid of what others would say about him behind his back, but he didn't want others to talk about Meng Liu.

Meng Liu explained naturally: "No, we are going to register for marriage today."

The female nurse's eyes widened and she quickly came to her senses: "Congratulations! You'll have to give us wedding candies when you come back."

"That's for sure." Meng Liu smiled, stood behind Qiao Xingchen and pushed him out of the hospital.

The small county is not big, and the place for marriage registration is not far away. The two handed over their identity certificates, and the staff handed them two pieces of paper and filled in the basic information.

A marriage certificate from the 1970s was just released.

Qiao Xingchen rubbed the thin piece of paper in his hand, feeling satisfied no matter how he looked at it.

"I want to visit your rented house."

"Okay, let's go buy some food. When we get back, I'll make you something delicious to celebrate our wedding."

Qiao Xingchen smiled and thought the weather was really nice today.

While walking on the road, although some strange eyes would still be cast on them, Qiao Xingchen had no other ideas because he had the best wife in the world.

The house Meng Liu rented was not much of a bungalow, with a small yard and a kitchen, all for taking care of Qiao Xingchen.

He had been hospitalized for more than half a year, and the courtyard had been rented for more than half a year. There were traces of Meng Liu's life everywhere. She was not a diligent person in the first place, and she also suffered from procrastination.

I have a habit of piling up clothes until there is nothing left to wear and then washing them all at once. At this moment, a basin in the corner has piled up into a small mountain.

The hygiene in the house is okay, and everything visible to the naked eye is clean.

Meng Liu asked Qiao Xingchen to do it by herself, and she took the vegetables she bought to the kitchen to deal with them.

Qiao Xingchen was not a diligent person before, but now he turned his wheelchair and looked around the room with a frown, pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves, and started washing Meng Liu's clothes.

The wheelchair was too high, so he carefully moved his body and sat on the steps leading into the room from the yard. There was a well in the yard, but there was only one bucket. He would get into the wheelchair again and again without bothering to fetch water, and then get off the wheelchair to clean it. .

He was very tired. Fortunately, since he couldn't use his legs for more than half a year, he had developed enough strength in his upper limbs.

Meng Liu secretly saw it in the kitchen, but she didn't say anything. Anyway, she couldn't be Qiao Xingchen's mother for the rest of her life. Even if she was disabled, he still had to do housework.

The two of them divided the work, one cooked and the other washed. Time passed quickly. By the time Qiao Xingchen had dried all the clothes, three dishes and one soup were ready.

Meng Liu specially made two cups of malted milk: "Cheers! Happy wedding!"

Qiao Xingchen also smiled and agreed: "Yeah."

Meng Liu's cooking skills were as good as ever, and the two of them swept away the food. Qiao Xingchen spontaneously went to wash the dishes. This time, Meng Liu helped fetch water, and he only had to do the washing.

"Isn't it that difficult?" Meng Liu asked, leaning against the kitchen door with his arms folded.

Qiao Xingchen: "What?"

"Isn't work so difficult?" Meng Liu said, "So what you were worried about before doesn't exist at all. Look, you still have hands. You can wash clothes and dishes."

Qiao Xingchen smiled: "Yes, how long until I can be discharged from the hospital?"

"The doctor said next week."

"I think I'm fine now. It would be a waste of money to stay here any longer. I should be discharged from the hospital early."

"it is good."

According to the normal recovery speed, Qiao Xingchen's wounds would never recover so quickly. The reason why he is healed now is entirely due to Meng Liu often secretly using his internal energy to nourish his body.

She also wants to go back to Qinghe Village. No one likes to live in the hospital.

Qiao Xingchen turned the wheelchair and rowed to Meng Liu's side, squeezing her hand. A blush spread on her cheeks: "Lower your head."

"What are you doing?" Meng Liu joked narrowly.

"We got married today." He said seriously.

"hold head high."

"I can kiss you."

He grabbed her waist, made her sit sideways on his lap, followed the lips and covered them.

He didn't even have time to taste the shallow kiss that day.

Technically this was the first time he kissed her.

It turned out that the girl's lips were so soft and smelled a little like the malted milk she had just drank. He licked up bit by bit, not sparing any corner. The tip of his tongue traced the shape of her lips, penetrated inside, and swept bit by bit.

There were some very familiar reactions in the body that both of them could feel.

Meng Liu was an experienced driver and was not surprised at all. It was the first time Qiao Xingchen was doing this in front of her, so he was still a little shy. He was afraid that if he kissed her again, he would not be able to stop the kiss, so he let go of her with a heavy breath.

"I'm going back. If I want to be discharged from the hospital early, I have to go through the procedures and ask the doctor."

"it is good."

After the doctor agreed, Qiao Xingchen was discharged from the hospital the next afternoon.

Meng Liu went back to the rented house early in the morning to pack his things. Qiao's father borrowed a grain cart from the village with thick bedding on it. Qiao's father probably had to switch with Goudan to push it back along the way.

After being hospitalized for more than half a year, I had a lot of things, big and small. The small ones included a hot water bottle, washbasin, toothbrush, etc., and the big ones were a wheelchair and crutches.

After settling Qiao Xingchen on the cart, the group set off.

Usually this kind of situation only happens to women who have just given birth to a baby and are in confinement. Seeing such a grown man sitting on it, many pedestrians on the street are whispering.

Qiao Xingchen's face turned dark with depression.

Meng Liu teased him from the side: "Just try confinement for me first."

"What about our baby?" Qiao Xingchen asked, "Other people still hold their babies in their arms when they go home like this, but where is mine?"

Meng Liu laughed out loud, took out a hot water bottle and stuffed it into his arms: "Here, treat this like a baby, and practice how to hold the baby first."

Qiao Xingchen was not angry either, and cooperated with her play: "Huh, this kid with 100 degrees must have lost his mind."

Even Dad Qiao and Goudan laughed.

The group of people walked back to Qinghe Village talking and laughing.

Grandma Qiao had cleaned Qiao Xingchen's room a long time ago. As the most favored grandson in the family before he was injured, his room had the best and largest lighting.

Because her grandson was married, before she was discharged from the hospital, Grandma Qiao asked someone to make a new quilt for the bed. She also built two cabinets for Meng Liu and installed a lock on the door.

My family's financial resources are limited, because I really can't spend anything valuable for the past six months, so I can only give the best within my ability.