good pregnancy

The first rain after autumn, it was violent and rapid, although it rained all night, it did not slow down. The raindrops fell and hit different objects with different sounds, either crisp or dull, sometimes slowing down and sometimes rushing The sound of rain sounds like a drum song.The cool and humid wind passed through the porch, bringing a faint earthy smell.

Fan Yangyang was trapped at home, sitting on a small bench with his cheeks resting on his cheeks and staring at the yard. There was a tall square stool in front of him, on which were his art books and pencils and crayons.He got up yesterday afternoon and was surprised to find that it was raining. Dad said he was a little pig, and the thunder did not wake him up.

Dou Zi was not allowed to go out, so he had to lie lazily at the little master's feet and doze off.

In the yard, Chen Xi was wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella for Jiang Mingcheng.Jiang Mingcheng stepped on the mud in his rubber shoes, his hands covered in mud, making a show.There was a strong wind last night, and the bean shelf in the small vegetable garden was blown down, and unfortunately it fell on the cucumber shelf, and the cucumber shelf was also unlucky, and several pepper seedlings were crushed under it.

Jiang Mingcheng buried the bamboo pole deep in the ground so as not to blow it down again.The leaves of the vegetables are stained with rain, and they look very green, but the most beautiful ones are his family's cannas.After being washed by the rain, the fat leaves, which are already blue, are like the best emeralds, too green to melt and too soft to shake off.The crystal clear and round dewdrops stick to the bright red petals, the flowers tremble slightly with the wind, and the dewdrops roll.

"Okay, wash up and go back to the house," Chen Xi urged, the rain hadn't abated at all, even though he helped Jiang Mingcheng hold the umbrella, he still couldn't avoid getting wet when he moved.

"Okay." After tying the last knot, Jiang Mingcheng stepped out of the vegetable garden. Fortunately, he was wearing rubber shoes, which were not afraid of rain or mud, but the shoes looked ugly and were not breathable.

"Give me the umbrella." Jiang Mingcheng picked up a branch, scraped off the mud on the rubber shoes, and took the flower umbrella in Chen Xi's hand. Chen Xi was shorter than him, and kept holding his hand, he must be tired.

*'s raincoat was on Chenxi's body, and there was a pointed hat on her head. The raincoat was so big that it covered her head to her feet, and only one face was exposed. Jiang Mingcheng looked at it and couldn't help laughing. Chenxi looked childish like this* of.

"Why are you laughing?" Chen Xi said in a bad tone, but she was actually embarrassed and angry.

Jiang Mingcheng smiled and walked to the side of the pressurized well, took a basin of clean water, washed his hands, and the umbrella handle along the way, and then followed Chenxi back to the house.

"Yangyang, take out your uncle's slippers," Chen Xi shouted, these big rubber shoes are covered in mud, you can't wear them directly into the house.

Fan Yangyang responded and ran into the house, and Douzi followed. Soon Yangyang’s small footsteps were pattering, Douzi ran out first, with a blue slipper in his mouth, and Fan Yangyang came out after , holding a black one in his hand.One person and one dog looked at his parents with appreciative eyes.

The corners of Chen Xi's mouth twitched, she patted her son, petted the dog, and Douzi pulled out her slippers.Jiang Mingcheng didn't mind, he took off his rubber shoes and put on "Mandarin duck slippers".

"Dad, let me show you the pictures I drew." Fan Yangyang came to his father holding the art book.

Yang Yang's drawing has rough lines. There are three people in the painting, two tall ones standing in the middle and a low one standing in the middle. The three hold hands, and there is a yellow dog on the grass next to it. It is easy to guess who the characters on the painting are.

The smile on Jiang Mingcheng's lips deepened, and he suggested, "Yangyang, we should give this painting a name."

Fan Yangyang was very interested in this proposal. He frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I don't know what it's called."

"My family of four, what about this name?" Jiang Mingcheng asked.

"Cut!" Chen Xi snorted, this name is really uncreative.

However, the other two members of the family were obviously satisfied with the name, and Douzi silently abstained. Therefore, the minority obeyed the majority, and the painting was finally officially named "My Family of Four".When Fan Yangyang wrote his name, he couldn't write three of the six characters, and the other three characters with many strokes had to be written by his Uncle Jiang.Jiang Mingcheng searched in the child's watercolor pen box, picked out a blue pen in the sky, and added the words "my" and "home" between Yang Yang's words.

There is a big difference between the two's handwriting. Jiang Mingcheng's blue handwriting is strong and neat, while the child's golden handwriting is of different sizes. When mixed together, it looks surprisingly harmonious and beautiful.Chen Xi was not as thick-skinned as Jiang Mingcheng, and she was a little embarrassed to see a family of four.

It was clearly ten o'clock in the morning, but the sky outside was very dark.But the family in the house lived very warmly. It was rare for the adults not to go out to work so leisurely. Although the children were dissatisfied with being confined in the house, they had nothing to complain about when they had someone to play with them.

What's more, at noon, Chenxi chopped shiitake mushrooms and minced meat, made noodles, and mobilized the whole family to make dumplings.Jiang Mingcheng didn't know how to make dumplings, so he tried to make two. One had too much filling and was not pinched tightly, and the other was filled with too little, so the dumpling was deflated and soft, so he could only roll out the dumpling skin.But Fan Yangyang made the dumplings well. He took the chopsticks and tried to pick out the stuffing. If there was too much, he would add some more, and finally put it on the dough. Slow down, Chen Xi can't count on him.However, after all, there are many people and strength, so the time for them to eat dumplings is much earlier.

The child *eats dumplings in salty soup. Chenxi puts seaweed, dried shrimps and chopped green onion in his bowl in advance. When the dumplings are cooked, he pours the soup and dumplings into the bowl, and sprinkles a spoonful of sesame oil at the end. Fan Yangyang is very satisfied .Both Jiang Mingcheng and him had to dip in vinegar, so they took out two plates and poured a small plate of mature vinegar.

"This must be the dumpling you made," Chen Xi said to Jiang Mingcheng, picking up an extremely dry dumpling.

Jiang Mingcheng teased, "You can also recognize the cooked dumplings?"

"That's right, I've never seen such an ugly dumpling." Chen Xi stuffed it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed, and finally said, "But the taste is okay."

The family had just had lunch when there was a knock on the door of his house. Who would come back at this time?Chen Xi picked up the umbrella standing in the corner of the door and went to open the courtyard door.

"The village chief? Master?" Both the village chief and Uncle Zhang were wearing black raincoats, and Chen Xi hurriedly invited them into the house.The raincoat was hanging under the eaves, Chen Xi moved out the sofa to the two elders, Jiang Mingcheng brought over the brewed hot tea, and sat on the armrest of the single sofa where Chen Xi was sitting.

"Hey, has Chen Xi eaten yet?" the village head asked.

Chen Xi nodded, "I just ate it. Have you two eaten the dumplings I made today? Shall I cook a bowl of dumplings for you?" Chen Xi got up and finished making all the fillings in the morning. Dozens of dumplings are frozen in the freezer.

Uncle Zhang waved his hand, "Don't be too busy, we've already eaten, your aunt is coming, I think it's raining heavily, I'm afraid she might slip and fall, so I didn't let her come."

"Yeah, don't be too busy. I came here in a hurry today because of the rumor in the village." The village chief pursed his lips and stopped talking, took out his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, "Old Zhangtou, You want one too?"

"I don't smoke," Uncle Zhang declined. His wife didn't let him smoke and drink, and he was used to it over the years.

Chen Xi took out a lighter from under the coffee table and lit it for the village head. The village head smoked a few times before sighing, "Do you know what happened in our village recently?"

"I know..." Chen Xi replied, "But I don't know how the rumors spread." It happened that the past two days had been cloudy, and he didn't go out under heavy rain, so the bad words didn't reach his ears directly Here, even Shunzi, who was probably pissed off by his words that day, didn't make a single call.

"You're right. It's indeed a rumor. Your parents have been away for so many years, and now there are still people talking about them. It's outrageous." "outrageous."

"Old man Wu, there are still children in the house, what are you playing bad temper!" Uncle Zhang frowned, he found that Fan Yangyang was a little startled, huddled in Chen Xi's arms, and secretly looked at them.

"Hey, hey, I didn't do it on purpose, but I was too angry, Yangyang, Grandpa Wu didn't lose his temper with you," the village chief was a little embarrassed, he was different from the old Zhangtou, he was quick-tempered and warm-hearted, otherwise he wouldn't Working in the position of village head is half a lifetime.

Chen Xi patted the child on the back, "Can Yang Yang go to Dad's room to draw first?" This occasion is really not suitable for children.

Fan Yangyang hesitated, and finally entered the house with Douzi.Chenxi closed the door and pushed Jiang Mingcheng to sit on the sofa. Jiang Mingcheng was such a big man that he felt aggrieved curled up on the chair.

"Village chief, do you know where this word came from first? There must be an explanation for this haunting, how can you say that the back mountain is haunted for no reason?" Chen Xi frowned involuntarily.

"It's Su Qihua from the fourth team. He went up the mountain a few days ago and said he was hunting wild rabbits. He came back trembling with a high fever and was full of nonsense. His mother Jin Qiuzhi is a hot-blooded person. She insisted that his son was a ghost and lost his soul. He even invited the master to come. It's strange to say that Su Qihua recovered from his illness within two days, so Jin Qiuzhi told everyone that the back mountain is haunted." The village chief smoked a cigarette and drank hot tea before continuing, "It's also I don’t know some wicked ghost who told Jin Qiuzhi that your parents are buried in the back mountain, and that’s why it made a big fuss.”

After Chen Xi finished listening, he didn't know what to answer for a moment. Jiang Mingcheng frowned. Originally, it was an individual's freedom to believe in ghosts and Buddhas. The country did not enforce religious beliefs, but it was illegal to use such superstitious methods to damage other people's reputation, right?Jiang Mingcheng looked at the mobile phone on the table. It was charged yesterday, but he didn't turn it on. He was thinking about whether he should contact a legal expert for consultation.

"Chenxi, it's not easy for you to come forward about this matter. Let Lao Wu help you find Jin Qiuzhi and tell him that he is the village head, so he should take care of this matter." Uncle Zhang comforted.

When Chen Xi's parents were still alive, they would always respect them as the elders, and Chen Xi and his brothers were also watched by them when they were young. Of course, if something happened, he had to be old to resist, so he called Wu Fenmin, an old guy, to order him around.

"Yeah, don't worry. Although I am not very useful as the village head, I said with a thick face that I have prestige in our village. I will go to Su Qihua's house this afternoon or tomorrow morning. This rumor can no longer be passed on. Don't disturb the peace of your parents." The village head nodded in agreement with Uncle Zhang's words, he was originally called by the old man to help.Besides, this matter was really done by Qiu Zhi.

"Thank you village chief, thank you Uncle Zhang, I'm worried about this matter, what should I do?" Chen Xi was very grateful, "Both of you know that the right to use the 20 mu of land in the back mountain is paid with [-] yuan of compensation from my parents In return, the mountains are quiet, and I don’t want them to be disturbed. To tell you the truth, I plan to use dried chicken manure to reclaim dozens of acres of land on the mountainside this year, and plant peach trees for three or four years. In this year, our village will be able to eat peaches."

"Hey, that's a good idea. We grow peaches in the climate and soil here, which are juicy and sweet. Let me tell you, when I was young, there were two peach trees in front of our village. When the peaches came, I and Lao Wu I go to watch it every day, just in case someone picks it. By the way, you can also plant some persimmons, which are also suitable. If the fruit bears more fruit, it can be sold at that time, which is also a lot of money.” The village chief mentioned the incident when he was a child. Elated.

They chatted for another half an hour, and when the village chief went out, he repeatedly assured that he would mediate the matter, stop the rumors, and return Chen Xi's parents to peace.

Chen Xi sighed, and closed the courtyard door. The autumn rain was lingering. Although the rain in the afternoon decreased, it was still pattering. The wind brought chills to the body. It was really eventful!