Chapter 49 Chapter Eleven

Sir, my soul was solemnly baptized that day in front of the billboard with hundreds of pictures of babies.My hesitation, hesitation, being stabbed, beaten, insulted, and forced to kill all became a necessary process, just like the eighty-one tribulations that Tang Sanzang endured on his way to learn Buddhist scriptures.How to achieve positive results without suffering; how to realize life without suffering. After I went back, I used alcohol cotton balls to treat the wound myself, and used white wine to drink Yunnan Baiyao, which is specially used to treat bruises.Although the physical pain is difficult to disappear for a while, the spirit is quite strong.When the lion cub came home, I hugged her and rubbed my gills against hers.I said beside her: My wife, thank you for creating this child for me. Although this child was not conceived in your womb, it was conceived with your heart. Therefore, he is our own son! She cried.

Sir, I am sitting at my desk, writing to you, and thinking about how to raise this baby.We are all in our sixties, and our physical strength and energy have been weakened. It is said that we should hire a nanny with experience in childcare, or a nurse who is breastfeeding, so that our children can drink a little human milk and have a more human taste. .My mother said that a child fed cow's or goat's milk smelled inhuman.Although milk can also raise babies, there are many dangers. After the "empty shell milk powder" and "melamine milk powder", will those profiteers stop their "chemical" experiments? "Big head baby" and "stone stones" Who knows what babies will be born after the "babies"? Now they all put their tails between their legs and put on a pitiful look like dogs that have been clubbed, but in a few years their tails will be up high again , and will come up with even more hateful formulas to harm people.I know that the most precious liquid in the world is the mother's colostrum, which contains many mysterious substances. These mysterious substances are actually materialized maternal love.I heard that some people looking for a surrogate will spend a lot of money to buy the colostrum of the surrogate mother after handing over the baby. Some even ask the surrogate mother to breastfeed for a month before picking up the baby. Of course, this requires More fees.Little Lion told me that the people in the surrogacy company are firmly opposed to doing this.Once a surrogate breastfeeds a baby, the bond that develops creates endless trouble, they say.The little lion's eyes were shining brightly, and he said to me: I am his mother, and I can secrete milk! In the past, I heard similar things from my mother, but the legend is so strong that I can't believe it all.Perhaps, I think, for young women who have had a childbearing history, the breasts that once secreted milk, stimulated by the baby's small mouth and inspired by great love, will revive the memory of lactation, but young women like a lion cub Women in their sixties who have never been pregnant will not experience such a miracle.If it happened, it would not be a miracle, but a miracle.

Sir, I am not at all ashamed to tell you about these things.You are the father who raised a baby who was judged to be fatal by the hospital with great love. You have experienced many miracle-like experiences in the process of raising children.So I think you can understand my mood and my wife's behavior similar to obsession.Lately, she has been asking me to have sex with her almost every night.She changed from a bran radish to a peach.This was close to a miracle, and I was pleasantly surprised.She reminds me every time: Tadpole, you have to be gentle, don't be reckless, don't hurt our son.After each incident, she would ask me to put my hand on her abdomen and say: Try it, he is kicking me.Every morning, she would wash her breasts with warm water and gently pull out the sunken nipples.

We reported to our father the good news that the little lion was pregnant with Liujia. The nearly ninety-year-old father suddenly burst into tears, his beard trembled, and said gratefully: "Heaven has eyes, ancestors manifest spirits, good people are rewarded, Amitabha! Sir, we have passed The items for the baby are ready.Everything is the best.Strollers made in Japan, cribs made in Korea, paper diapers made in Shanghai, oak washbasins made in Russia... The little lion is firmly opposed to buying a feeding bottle. I advise her, what if there is not enough milk? Or buy one Get ready, so we bought baby bottles made in France and milk powder imported from New Zealand.We also lack enough trust in the milk powder imported from New Zealand, so I suggest that it is best to buy a milk goat and put it in the father's house for pasturing. We can move to live in the father's house and feed us with fresh goat milk every day. Jiaoer.Holding her huge breasts in her hands, the little lion said dissatisfiedly: I firmly believe that my milk will be like a fountain! My daughter who lives far away in Spain called us and asked us what we were up to. I said: Yanyan, I am really ashamed, but It is indeed good news, your mother is pregnant, and you are going to have a brother soon! The daughter was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise: Dad, is this true? - Of course it is true, I said. ——However, the daughter said, how old is mother! ——I said, you can search the Internet. Recently, a 62-year-old woman in Denmark gave birth to a pair of healthy babies.The daughter cheered over there: Great, Dad, congratulations to you, warm congratulations! What do you need? I will send it to you. ——I said, I don’t need anything, everything is here.The daughter said, whether you need it or not, I still want to buy it, to show my old sister's heart.Dad, congratulations to you, the thousand-year-old iron tree has bloomed, and the ten-thousand-year dead branch has sprouted. You have created a miracle! Sir, I have always harbored deep guilt for my daughter, because the death of her biological mother has nothing to do with me. There is a direct relationship.For the sake of my so-called future, I ruined Wang Renmei's life and the life of the child in her womb.The child, if alive, would be a lad in his twenties by now.Now, no matter what, another son is coming. I comfort myself that this child is actually that child. He came more than twenty years late, but he is here after all.

Sir, I am ashamed to tell you that that play can only be written later.A baby who is about to be born is definitely more important than a drama.This may be a good thing, because the pieces of my previous ideas were all dark and bloody. There was only destruction but no birth, only despair and no hope. Writing such works will only poison people's hearts and make my crimes more serious.Believe me, sir, I will write this play for sure.After that child is born, I will pick up my pen and sing a hymn to the new life.Sir, I will not disappoint you. During this time, I accompanied the little lion to visit my aunt.The sun was very good that day, on the two pagoda trees in the yard of my aunt's house.Some Sophora japonica is in full bloom, and some Sophora japonica is falling off.My aunt sat under the pagoda tree, her eyes closed, and she muttered something.Her gray, thick hair was covered with acacia flowers, and a few bees were flying on her head.In front of a raised bluestone slab in front of the window, on a low stool, sat our uncle Hao Dashou.This person, who was awarded the title of master of folk crafts by the county, is making mud.His eyes were blurred and his mind was in a trance.The aunt said: This child, his father has a round face, slender eyes, a flat nose bridge, thick lips, and two fat ears; his mother has a thin oval face, apricot eyes, double eyelids, a small mouth, and a straight nose bridge. , two thin ears, no earlobes.This child basically looks like his mother, but his mouth is a little bigger than his mother's, his lips are a little thicker than his mother's lips, his ears are a little bigger than his mother's ears, and the bridge of his nose is shorter than his mother's. short...

We saw that, amidst the aunt's chanting, a clay child slowly took shape in the hands of my uncle.He used a bamboo stick to give the clay boy, and when you come, it's ready. I put a bottle of Wuliangye on the window sill, and the little lion put a box of candy at my aunt's feet. We said in unison: "Auntie, we see you coming." My aunt was a little panicked and flustered, as if someone who produced prohibited items had been discovered suddenly.She tried to cover up the clay doll with her skirt, but she couldn't cover it up, so she stopped covering up and said: I don't want to hide it from you.

I said: Auntie, we have watched the documentary Wang Gan gave us, we understand you and know your heart. It's good to know, my aunt got up, took the clay child that had just been made, and entered the east wing.Without looking back, she said to us dullly: Come with me.Her bulky, black-clad body looms in front, creating a mysterious pressure on us. We had heard from our father long ago that my aunt's mind was a little abnormal, so she neglected to visit her after she returned home.Thinking of my aunt's grandeur back then, and seeing her bleak surroundings, I felt a sense of sadness in my heart.

The light in the east wing was very dark, and a cool and damp smell came out.My aunt pulled the light cord on the wall, and a 100-watt light bulb lit up, illuminating every detail in the wing room.These are three wing rooms, and all the windows are blocked with adobe bricks.On the east, south and north walls are all wooden lattices of the same size.In each grid, there is a clay doll. Auntie placed the clay doll in her hand in the last space, then took a step back, lit three sticks of incense in front of a small altar in the middle of the room, knelt down, clasped her hands together, and muttered something.

We followed my aunt and hurriedly knelt down.I don't know what to pray for. The vivid baby faces on the billboards outside the gate of the Sino-American Jiabao Maternity and Infant Hospital, like a foreign film, slipped through my mind one after another.My heart is filled with gratitude, guilt, and a little bit of terror.I understood that my aunt reproduced the babies she had drained through my uncle's hands one by one.I guess, my aunt used this method to make up for the guilt in her heart, but I can't blame her for it.If she doesn't do it, someone else will.Moreover, those men and women who conceived illegally also have unshirkable responsibilities themselves.And, if no one.To do these things, what China will look like today is really hard to say.

After the aunt finished offering incense, she stood up and said with a smile on her face, "Xiao ran, lion, you came just in time, and my wish has come true."Take a good look, these children all have names.I let them gather here and enjoy my offerings here. When they get spirituality, they will go to the place where they should go to reincarnate.My aunt led us to watch them one by one, explaining them or their whereabouts to us one by one. This girl, my aunt pointed to a clay doll with eyes like apricot cores and a pouting mouth in the grid. She was supposed to be born in August 1974 at the home of Tan Xiaoliu and Dong Yuee in Tanjiazhuang, but she was destroyed by her aunt. Well now, his father is a big vegetable grower, and his mother is a skillful daughter-in-law. Their family invented the method of watering celery with milk, and the celery produced is extremely tender, and it sells for 60 yuan per kilogram.

This boy, the aunt said, pointing to a clay doll with narrowed eyes and a silly grin in the grid, this boy was supposed to be born in February 1983 at the home of Wu Junbao and Zhou Aihua in Wujiaqiao, but was destroyed by his aunt. It's all right now, this kid is blessed and blessed, and he was born into a family of officials in Qingzhou Prefecture. The child's parents are both state cadres, and the child's grandfather is a high-ranking official in the province. He often appears on TV.Boy, my aunt is sorry for you. And these two sisters, the aunt pointed to the two clay dolls placed in the same grid and said that they should have been born in 1990, and their parents were leprosy patients. The chicken feet and noodles are like living ghosts. Born in such a family, these two children are like jumping into the sea of ​​suffering.My aunt ruined them and saved them. They are all right now. On New Year’s Eve in 2000, they were born in Jiaozhou City People’s Hospital. They are millennium babies. Their father is a famous Maoqiang actor, and their mother is a fashion store owner. At the Spring Festival Gala, both of their sisters appeared on TV performances and sang the famous piece "Zhao Meirong Watching the Lantern", "Eggplant lantern, Zi Shengsheng; Leek lantern, messy; Cucumber lantern, thorns all over; Radish lantern, water spirit; and that Fisting and staring at crab lamps, clucking and laying eggs..." Their parents specially called to let me watch the TV programs of Jiaozhou TV, and tears fell from my eyes... And this, my aunt pointed to a cross-eyed clay doll and said that it was supposed to be born in Zhang Quan's family in Dongfeng Village, but it was destroyed. Although I can't blame my aunt entirely, my aunt is responsible.This kid was born in July 1995 in the home of Zhang Laidi, the second daughter of Zhang Quan in Dongfeng Village.Zhang Laidi came to me. She had already given birth to two girls, and rebirth is beyond family planning. Although my aunt was broken by her father back then, with endless grievances and grievances, my aunt still gave back the child that should have been born by her mother. gave her.He used to be her brother, but now he is her son.Only my aunt knows this secret, if it is revealed to you now, you must keep it secret.This kid is a bad guy. I know my aunt is afraid of frogs. I used to wrap a frog in paper to scare my aunt into fainting, but my aunt doesn't hate him. In the colorful world, everything is indispensable. Good people are people, and bad people are also people... Finally, my aunt pointed to the clay doll that had just been put into the wooden lattice, and said: Do you know him? With tears in my eyes, I said: "Auntie, stop talking, I know him... The little lion said: Auntie, this child will be born soon, his father is a playwright, and his mother is a retired nurse... Auntie, thank you, I am already pregnant... Sir, when I write this to you, do you think I am an idiot who writes dreams? I admit that there are indeed some problems in my aunt’s psychology. My wife’s nerves are not normal because of her eagerness for a child, but I hope you Can forgive them, understand them.A person who thinks he has committed a crime always finds a way to comfort himself, just like the Xianglin wife who donated the threshold in Lu Xun's novel "Blessings" that you are familiar with, a sober person, don't expose her falsehood, give her a little hope, Let her be free, let her not have nightmares at night, let her live like a guilt-free person.I obeyed them, and even tried hard to believe what they believed, it should be the right choice.Although I know that those who are scientifically minded will laugh at me, those who stand on the moral high ground will criticize me, and even some enlightened people will sue me to relevant parties, but I don't want to change. For this child, For the sake of my aunt and the little lion, two women who have worked in special jobs, I would rather stay in this ignorance. That day, my aunt took out her stethoscope and auscultated the little lion in a serious manner.The little lion lay on his back with his belly uncovered, his face full of happiness; his aunt listened intently with a serious expression.After the auscultation, my aunt stroked the cub's abdomen with her hand that my mother had praised many times.My aunt said: Is it five months? It is very good, the fetal sound is clear, and the fetal position is correct. More than six months, the little lion said shyly. Get up, my aunt patted the lion cub's belly and said, although he is a bit older, I suggest you give birth naturally.I am opposed to caesarean section, a mother who has not given birth through the birth canal cannot experience the feeling of a complete mother. I'm a little worried... said the little lion. As for me, what are you worried about? My aunt raised her hands and said, you should trust these hands that have delivered 20,000 babies. The little lion grabbed one of his aunt's hands and stuck it to his face, like a coquettish daughter, saying: "Auntie, I trust you...