Chapter 50 Chapter Twelve

Sir, great joy! My son was born yesterday morning. Because my wife, Xiaoshi, is a super-advanced primipara, even those doctors who are said to have returned from studying in the United Kingdom and the United States in the Sino-US Joint Venture Jiabao Maternity and Infant Hospital dare not undertake it.At this time, we naturally thought of my aunt.Older gingers are more spicy.The only person my wife trusted was my aunt.She has delivered countless babies to my aunt, so she has naturally seen my aunt's general demeanor in a critical situation. The little lion started to have seizures when Yuan Ji and his little cousin were on the night shift at the bullfrog breeding center. Normally, at this time, she should have been allowed to rest at home long ago, but she has a stubborn temper and won't listen to anyone's persuasion.She swaggered through the market with her big belly, causing a lot of discussion and envy.People who knew her greeted her from afar: Sister-in-law, it’s all like this, why don’t you rest at home? Brother Tadpole is really cruel.She said, what's the matter? Giving birth is a matter of course. How many rural women can give birth to their children in the cotton fields or in the groves by the river.Her theory is consistent with that of many old Chinese doctors.The listeners nodded frequently, most of them echoed, and none of them refuted on the spot.

When I heard the news and rushed to the bullfrog breeding center, Yuan Ji Nikkei sent his little cousin to pick up my aunt.My aunt was wearing a white coat and a big mask, her disheveled hair was tucked into a white hat, her eyes were warm and excited, reminding me of those old men who were in trouble. Guided by a lady in white, my aunt entered the secret delivery room, and I sat in Yuan Ji's office drinking tea. In the middle of the office is a desk no smaller than a ping pong case, the color is purple, and behind the desk is a black high-back leather swivel chair.There was a stack of thick books on the table, and there was even a small bright red national flag solemnly planted there.He saw what I was thinking, and said seriously: Dude, even a robber has the right to be patriotic.

He poured Kungfu tea for me very skillfully, and said braggingly: This is the Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain. Although it is not golden branches and jade leaves, it is of high quality. When the county magistrate came, I was not willing to brew it for him.But if I drink it for you, it shows that I still have character! Seeing my absent-minded appearance, Yuan Ji said: Don't worry, I will handle things, don't worry, it will be safe and smooth, and nothing will go wrong. We will not disturb your aunt easily. Our patron saint of Northeast Gaomi Township, as soon as she arrives, the result can only be eight words: mother and child are safe, everyone is happy! Later, I leaned on the large and comfortable leather sofa and fell asleep.In my sleep, I saw my mother and Wang Renmei coming.The mother was wearing bright satin clothes and was holding a dragon-headed cane; Wang Renmei was wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket and green trousers, very rustic but also kind of cute.She carried a red cloth bundle on her left arm, and a yellow sweater was exposed through the gap of the bundle.They kept walking in the corridor, and the sound of mother's cane hitting the ground was unhurried, but it made me extremely anxious.I said, "Mom, can you sit down and rest for a while? You go back and forth like this, making everyone feel uneasy."Mother sat down on the sofa, and after only sitting for a while, she moved to the ground and sat cross-legged.She said she couldn't breathe sitting on the couch.Wang Renmei looked timid and shy, hiding behind her mother like a little girl.Whenever I lay eyes on her face, she turns her head away.I saw her take the yellow sweater out of the bundle and unfold it.The sweater seemed to be only the size of an adult's palm, and I said: This is not bad for a doll.She blushed and said: I was knitting by measuring the doll in my stomach, and I found out that her belly bulge was already obvious, and the mottled skin on her face also indicated that she was pregnant.Later I said: The baby in my belly is not so small! Her eyes turned red immediately, and she said: Xiao ran, tell your aunt, let me give birth.The mother beat the ground with a walking stick and said: You will give birth now, and I will protect you here.The crutches of the old lady are used to beat the faint king and the treacherous ministers. Whoever dares to stop me will make him die.The mother poked the mechanism on the wall with the crutch in her hand, and immediately a secret door slowly opened.I saw the indoor lights as bright as day, an operating bed covered with clean white sheets, and four people in white coats and big masks standing on both sides. Wear plastic gloves.After Wang Renmei went in, seeing the situation, she turned around and wanted to run away, but her aunt grabbed her as soon as she stretched out her hand.She was crying like a helpless little girl.Shouted to me: Xiao ran, for the sake of our husband and wife for many years, please help me... My heart felt sore, and tears welled up in my eyes... My aunt made a gesture, and the four nurse-like people rushed forward and carried Wang Renmei to the On the operating bed, she stripped off her clothes three by two.Then, I saw a little red hand protruding from between her legs. The thumb, little finger and ring finger of that little hand were curled up, and the index finger and middle finger were used to make an internationally popular "V" shape, which made my aunt They couldn't stop laughing.The aunt had laughed enough and said, "Stop making trouble, come out!" So, a baby slowly came out.He probed his head as he drilled out, like a cunning little animal.The aunt saw the right moment, grabbed his ears and hugged his head at the same time, and then pulled it out forcefully: Come out for me! ——Then there was a popcorn-like sound, and a blood-stained and The mucus baby is in my aunt's hands...

I woke up with a start, feeling cold all over.The little cousin and the little lion pushed the door and came in.The little lion hugged a baby, and the baby's hoarse cry came from the baby.The little cousin lowered his voice and said: Congratulations, cousin, your son is born! The little cousin drove us to the village where my father lived.This village is already a village within a city. As stated in previous letters, this is a cultural specimen ordered by our county magistrate—now promoted to mayor—to preserve the architectural style during the "Cultural Revolution" The village, the big slogans on the wall, the revolutionary sign at the head of the village, the tweeters in the village, the meeting place of the production team... It was already dawn, but there were no pedestrians on the street, only the morning bus pulled a few ghosts. Ordinary passengers galloped past, only a few sanitation workers who covered their faces so that only two eyeballs were visible were waving brooms on the sidewalk, sweeping up puffs of smoke and dust.I really wanted to see the child's face, but the expression of the little lion, which was more solemn, tired and happy than that of the mother, made me stop my thoughts.She had a sauce-red scarf wrapped around her head, and a layer of skin had burst from her mouth.She held the baby tightly in her arms, and bent her face down from time to time, as if to watch, and as if to inhale the breath from the baby.

We had already transferred everything we had prepared for the baby to the place where my father lived. Since milk-producing sheep were hard to find for a while, my father ordered a portion of milk for us from a cattle breeder surnamed Du in the village.Their family has two cows, which can produce 100 catties of milk every day.The father repeatedly told them not to add anything, and the man said: "Master, if you don't even believe me, you can squeeze it yourself." The little cousin parked the car outside the courtyard where my father lived.My father was already waiting on the side of the road.Accompanied by my father, my second sister-in-law and some young women were waiting there, probably the nieces and daughters-in-law of the same family.My second sister-in-law snatched the child, and the young women lifted the cub out of the car, helped him into the courtyard, and then entered the "confinement" room that had been arranged long ago.

The second sister-in-law uncovered the swaddling corner and let the father watch the belated grandson.With tears in his eyes, his father kept saying yes. When I saw this baby with black hair and ruddy complexion, I felt mixed emotions and tears welled up in my eyes. Sir, this child has brought me back to my youth and inspired me. Although his gestation and birth are more difficult and tortuous than ordinary children, and in the future, around his identity confirmation, there are likely to be many difficulties. However, as my aunt said: as long as he is out of the "pot door", he is a life, he will become a legal citizen of this country, and enjoy all the benefits and rights that this country grants to children. If there is any trouble, That was for us who brought him into the world, and we gave him nothing but love.

Sir, starting from tomorrow, I will spread out the draft paper and use the fastest speed to complete this dystocia play. My next letter to you will be a play that may never be staged: .