Sad reminder Xiaobai

At the end of August, the weather turned cold, and my mother had officially entered the stage of waiting for delivery. My father was afraid that my mother would catch a cold, so he deliberately heated up the kang in the house, and the temperature in the house was much higher.

Zhou Ji was bored and nestled next to Auntie. Auntie needed Zhou Ji's help to drink water and eat.

We all heard that pregnant women dozed off, Zhou Ji looked at A Niang who was sleeping on her side, she was talking just now, Zhou Ji poured a glass of water, and when she turned around, A Niang was already asleep.

He drank the water in the cup by himself, covered A Niang with the quilt, quietly left the back room, walked to the door, looked at the white frost outside, and the breath he exhaled from his nose turned into white mist.

Leaning on his side, looking outside, Zhou Ji's head was completely blank.

It was the sound of children laughing and chasing outside the fence that brought Zhou Ji back to his senses.

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Ling had already entered the yard, walked up to her, and said, "Stand here like a log."

Zhou Ji was already familiar with Zhou Ling's way of speaking, and sighed pretendingly, "I'm just practicing how to be a good sister."

Zhou Ling smiled suddenly, and said, "I still have to think about it, not everyone is used to it."

Zhou Ji was a little puzzled and said, "Are you sister too?"

"What did you say, look, all of them are."

Zhou Ling yelled, and a group of children ran in, seven or eight of whom were wrapped in padded jackets outside the yard like a ball.

Although there may not be a family planning policy here, it is too scary. There are five or six children who come in.

"Zhou Ling, is this all born by your aunt?"

"Not all, only those three are not, and the rest are."

With a broken heart, Zhou Ji finally put in a little effort, comforting himself and said, "Then you have four children in your family, and you are very good at being a sister."

Zhou Ling replied proudly, "Of course, but my third aunt's family has seven children, so it might be a little troublesome."

After chatting with Zhou Ling for a while, her mother came to find someone, and Zhou Ling went back.

This chat simply refreshed Zhou Ji's new view of the world. Fortunately, fortunately, if they had so many children in their family, Zhou Ji would definitely go crazy.

In mid-September, the midwives began to come and go frequently, and A Niang woke up in the middle of the night from time to time. Zhou Ji couldn't sleep listening to the movement outside the house, so he had to listen to the movement.

Finally, in the middle of the night one day, Zhou Ji was woken up again, and the midwife outside shouted, get ready, get ready, it's really about to give birth.

So Zhou Ji changed into a padded jacket, put on shoes, and ran to the room over there, only to find that there were too many people in the room.

Dad was pushed to the outside, Zhou Ji walked over, only to find that Dad was in a daze, and softly called "Daddy, Dad"

Dad came back to his senses and said, "Girl, wake up, come and go to the kitchen with Dad"

After crossing the threshold, it was still pitch black outside. When I entered the kitchen, Father lit a fire and poured water into the pot. Zhou Ji sat on a small bench and watched.

Only then did I realize that my dad, who was about thirty years old, was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

"Girl, watch the fire here"

Zhou Ji nodded, watching Dad leave the kitchen and stand in the yard, looking anxiously at the house, turning back and forth.

People who came out of the house took basins, took hot water, came out and poured it out, and took hot water again. What Zhou Ji had to do was to keep adding firewood and water.

Until the sky turned white and the kitchen became bright, the people in the room didn't stop for a moment, because there was almost no water, and Dad hurriedly went to fetch water.

As if fighting a war, Zhou Ji yawned while filling the firewood, lifted the lid of the pot, poured hot water, and added cold water.

If this simple thing is repeated for half a night, it will be very tiring.

At noon, there were a lot more people gathered in the yard. Zhou Ji rubbed his arms, his stomach growling violently.

The voices of Auntie and the midwife came out from time to time in the room, and Dad, who was sitting by the stairs, listened silently. Most of the people in the yard were from the older generation, and the rest of the aunts, anyway, Zhou Ji recognized Incomplete.

Just so inadvertently, the door curtain was lifted, and the people inside shouted, "Birth, birth, a big fat son, mother and child are safe."

Zhou Ji took a breath, put down the firewood in his hand, was a little paralyzed from exhaustion, reached out to wipe the sweat stains from his forehead, and sat on the small stool.

Thinking about it, giving birth here is a high-risk thing, Zhou Ji knows it, if an accident happens.

Fortunately, fortunately, it's all right.Zhou Ji rubbed his face, looked at the people in the yard, and congratulated Father one after another, thinking that this hard time is finally over.

Zhou Ji only saw the child that night, couldn't help being curious, and glanced at the wrinkled little face, the eyes were still narrowed into a slit, just like a small burden, light.

With the advent of the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, A Niang can basically walk around a little.Just can't see the wind yet.

And the little doll being hugged by A Niang, um, looked much better than before, but Zhou Ji didn't dare to hug her, for fear of being careless.

During the Chinese New Year, someone gave me a bag of rice and a few large pieces of bacon. These things are very expensive food here, Zhou Ji watched silently.

Father handed over a letter, Zhou Ji stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth, opened the envelope, only to find that it was written by Liang Nuo.

A Ji, I am in Lingzhou now, I believe you have seen rice and bacon, I think you must like it.

By the way, your mother should have given birth, is it a boy or a girl?

By the way, I brought you paper, pen and books, remember to practice more, don't be too playful.

Liang Nuo's handwriting is really beautiful, and when the final signature was signed, her name was written extraordinarily rigorously.

Zhou Ji could imagine Liang Nuo's expression and appearance when he wrote it.

A Niang at the side asked, "What's written on it?"

"Liang Nuo, she asked Auntie if she gave birth to a boy or a girl, um, and asked me to read more books."

After packing up his things, Zhou Ji returned to his room with paper, pens and books in his hands. He imitated Liang Nuo's grinding method, added some water, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and softened the brush so that he could use it for writing.

Taking out the letter and laying it out, looking at the words on it, I wondered if I should write back to her, but then I thought, there is a place to post letters here, it seems that Liang Nuo sent letters to someone who brought them by the way.

I had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​replying to the letter, smeared with ink, and copied the words on the book.

During the New Year's Eve, it snowed heavily outside the window, and the room was warm. The child was held in the arms of A Niang, very peaceful.

After a few sips of wine, Zhou Ji became a little sleepy, lying on the low table, staring in a daze.

I don't know when I was hugged and put on the bed, and the quilt was also warm.

A Niang's voice faintly sounded beside her ears, saying, "Ah Ji, come, hold."

What was stuffed into the hand was not a red envelope, but a small cloth bag, which probably contained some kind of seeds, which meant health in the coming year.

A Niang stretched out her hand to hold A Ji's hand tightly, then put her under the bed, covered her with the quilt, and then closed the door.

Before Zhou Ji fell asleep, he kept holding on to the small cloth bag in his hand.