Chapter 1155: child birth
Chapter 1155 The birth of a child
Pei Ziheng took a few more glances at their names before putting down his pen with satisfaction.
He raised his head and said to Xia Ling, "Okay." He wanted to go over and help her.
Unexpectedly, Xia Ling refused to give in: "It's not over yet! There is still my son!"
Pei Ziheng: "...We will create a genealogy for our son after he is born, be good."
Pei Zhenyuan felt uncomfortable when she finally entered the family tree. Seeing that Pei Ziheng spoke so tactfully, he couldn't help but respond to her: "Why should such a young child be included in the family tree? It's crazy! Who knows if your son can live past the age of three? According to our family’s rules, children must be over three years old before they can be included in the family tree!”
Children who died young are not included in the family tree. This is a rule shared by many great families for generations.
Xia Ling was angry: "You can't live to be three years old! Your whole family... no, you have a household registration... no, in short, you can't live to be three years old!" She almost scolded the whole family.
The Pei family members around them looked intolerable, and the quarrel between the old and the young was eye-opening. Is it any different from children playing house?
Pei Ziheng looked at her holding her stomach and arguing with others in a funny way. He was also annoyed that Pei Zhenyuan said that his son would not live to be three years old, so he raised his hand to pick up the brush dipped in ink again and said, "Make an exception. "The movements were as smooth as clouds and water, and the child's name was quickly added.
Pei Zhenyuan was so angry that he burst into flames: "How dare you, Pei Ziheng! You broke the clan rules!"
Pei Ziheng looked at him with pressure in his eyes: "Uncle, how old do you think my son can live?"
This is a very tricky question. It would be wrong for Pei Zhenyuan to curse this child to die young in front of his ancestors. He would be struck by lightning from the sky. But he was not willing to accept Pei Ziheng's disregard for the clan rules, and was so angry that he didn't know what to do.
Xia Ling still grinned at him and said, "My son will definitely live longer than you! ... Ouch!"
She screamed out in pain again.
Pei Ziheng said nothing this time and refused to let her continue to quarrel here. He picked her up without any explanation, strode into the car that was waiting not far outside the ancestral hall, and went straight to the hospital.
The birth process was chaotic. Xia Ling felt like she was dying of pain. She only knew to keep inhaling, exhaling, and exerting force according to the voices of the doctors and nurses... It seemed as if a hundred thousand years had passed when a sound suddenly came to her ears. There was a loud cry of the baby, and then the nurse's joyful voice: "Congratulations, Mrs. Pei, you are a healthy boy!"
She finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep due to exhaustion.
When she woke up, Pei Ziheng was sitting beside the bed, holding her hand with one hand and looking gentle.
She looked at him for several seconds before her eyes gradually focused. If her body wasn't still aching, she would have suspected that everything she had experienced before was a dream. She asked him weakly: "How is the baby?"
There was a hint of smile in Pei Ziheng's always dark eyes: "The baby is very good. The nurse bathed him and took good care of him in a special baby room. I'll have someone bring him to show you."
Speaking, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message.
Xia Ling looked at him: "Why don't you go to accompany him?"
Ma Zhou had told her a lot about giving birth to children before, and she mentioned implicitly and explicitly that many fathers of newborn babies would be too happy and novel, and would spend far more time teasing the baby than spending time with their confinement wife.
Zhou’s mother was well-intentioned, but she was afraid that she would be left out after giving birth. She was also unprepared and prone to depression.
Now it seems that this worry is unnecessary.
Sure enough, Pei Ziheng said to her softly: "I will accompany you."
Thousands of words are condensed into these three words.
The corners of Xia Ling's lips raised slightly, and suddenly she heard Pei Ziheng say: "Why are you crying?" He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I heard from the older generation that you shouldn't cry during confinement, as it will hurt your body. ”
She then realized that she was crying and blushing slightly.
She was moved. She started following him when she was 12 years old, and walked through the turbulent waves step by step until today, and finally achieved enlightenment... Even if she gave birth to a child, he still dotes on her so much. There are no regrets in this life.
While I was thinking this, I saw the door of the ward opened.
A young nurse wearing a pink nurse uniform came in, holding a small baby in her arms. She walked up to them with a smile and said, "You two, the baby is here." Xia Ling looked sideways at the little guy. , I saw that he was wrinkled, his small eyes were still tightly closed, and there were shallow fleshy dimples on his small fists. He was so cute. He slept peacefully in his swaddling clothes, neither crying nor fussing.
The nurse said: "The baby is so well-behaved. He is a blessing at first sight."
Xia Ling was very happy after hearing this and smiled sweetly. "I want to hug him," she said.
The nurse carefully bent down, put the child into her arms, and showed her how to hold it.
Xia Ling was a little timid at first. The little one was so delicate. For fear of breaking it, the tenderness in her heart flowed naturally as she held her. It seemed that women all have the talent to be mothers, and they could adjust it in detail without the guidance of a nurse. The holding position makes the child more comfortable. The little guy felt his mother's heartbeat, and he didn't know what she was singing.
The nurse joked: "He likes his mother very much."
Xia Ling smiled even sweeter and turned to look at Pei Ziheng who was standing aside: "Tell me, is he like me or you?"
Pei Ziheng also looked over, his expression a little serious, and it took him a long time to say: "Of course boys are like me."
The nurse was smiling with her lips pursed. In fact, what can a child who is less than a few hours old see? They all look the same, like ugly monkeys. However, Mr. Pei really loves children and watches them with all his attention.
Xia Ling's eyes flashed. After becoming a mother, she seemed to be much more mellow. She was no longer the arrogant and arrogant person she once was, but was gentle, calm and relaxing. She asked Pei Ziheng: "Do you want to hug him?"
Pei Ziheng still had a sullen face: "No need."
The nurse was laughing again. Even though Mr. Pei looked so serious, he actually looked like he was holding a child, right? From an angle that Mrs. Pei couldn't see, his hands were so nervous that they were shaking slightly.
Xia Ling didn't notice anything was wrong with him. She couldn't put it down while holding the child, coaxing her again and again. Then she raised her head and said to Pei Ziheng, "Then why don't you just touch him?"
Pei Ziheng hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out his hand. The usually so powerful man was as at a loss as a fledgling young man. His somewhat rough fingers touched the baby's soft skin. He was startled and reflexively retracted. He paused for several seconds before tentatively touching it again.
The baby's skin is as delicate as a flower, which makes people linger as much as his little silk.
He felt the delicate touch, how magical life was, and how wonderful it felt to be a father.
The little nurse in pink nurse uniform smiled and left at some point.
Xia Ling turned sideways, leaned into his arms, and teased the baby with him for a while, then she seemed to remember something: "By the way, what name did you give the child in the genealogy?"
“Pei Shaoye.” Pei Ziheng said without thinking.
"What?" Xia Ling glared at him unhappily, "You actually gave our baby such an unpleasant name?"
“What’s wrong with that?” Pei Ziheng wasn’t happy either.
"I don't care, it just doesn't sound right!" Her arrogant temper came back again, and she pestered him to make trouble unreasonably.
Pei Ziheng smiled and said calmly: "You insisted on making the family tree, how can you change it now? I told you to go up later, but you didn't listen."
"You actually blame me?!" Xia Ling felt extremely aggrieved and wanted to bite him in anger.
He smiled and kissed her.
She was still angry, holding the child and turning sideways: "Huh, I won't kiss you."
Pei Ziheng hugged her from behind, smelled the faint fragrance of milk on her body, and coaxed nicely: "What's the trouble? Why is it so unpleasant? Shaoye, inheriting the family business, always spurs him to work hard and make progress, and is always vigilant. Regarding his identity, others asked them to respect him and obey him, work hard for him, and not dare to make mistakes. "
(End of this chapter)