When the pears are green

Song Li was exhausted and lay weakly on the bed listening to the baby's loud cry and the conversation between Zhang and the midwife.

Zhang put the child wrapped in a thin blanket next to Song Li, and said with a smile that it was a fat boy.

Song Li turned her head and looked tenderly at the little person lying quietly in the thin quilt, and said in a hoarse voice that she wanted to drink water.

After hearing this, Zhang hurriedly shouted to Jiang Qingzhou who was guarding the door of the east room: "Qingzhou, Xiaoli wants to drink some water, go and get her some hot water."

The footsteps hurried away and quickly turned back.

Jiang Qingzhou wanted to come in with the bowl in his hand, but was stopped outside the door by Zhang: "Qingzhou, wait until Sister Liu and I have finished cleaning up before you come in. If there is not much hot water, go and boil some more. I will wipe Xiaoli for her later."

"Mom, there is still half a pot of hot water." Jiang Qingzhou said as he handed the bowl in his hand to Zhang. His eyes passed over Zhang and the midwife and stopped on Song Li who was lying motionless on the bed.

After Zhang took the bowl, she gently closed the door, blocking Jiang Qingzhou's sight.

Zhang first fed Song Li some water, and then she and the midwife cleaned up the filth from under Song Li's body.

Song Li regained some spirit and leaned over to take a closer look at the sleeping child. The child's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Song Yue's.

After sending midwife Liu away, Zhang brought hot water to clean Song Li's body.

Zhang threw the handkerchief into the basin of water that was emitting white smoke. While poking the handkerchief into the water with her fingers, she said to Song Li, who was too embarrassed to cover her face with the quilt, "Don't be embarrassed, Xiaoli. Even wives of officials and empresses in the palace are the same as long as they give birth to children. I'm afraid Qingzhou can't take good care of you and the child. I will go back when the child is one month old."

Song Li lifted the quilt and looked at Zhang, who was squatting on the ground blowing her fingers, with red eyes. The water was too hot, and Zhang's thumb and index finger were burned red when she fished the handkerchief out of the hot water.

"Mom, the water is too hot. Let Qingzhou add some cool water into it."

"You can't add more, or the water will get cold before you finish. You just gave birth, you can't let the cold get to you."

After Zhang finished speaking, she carefully wiped Song Li's body, and the clear water in the basin turned light red unknowingly.

After cleaning, Song Li felt that every pore in her body exuded coziness and was extremely comfortable.

"Mom, I feel like my hair is full of sweat. Can I wash it?" Song Li asked Zhang, who was changing the quilt, with a smiling face.

Zhang turned around and asked Song Li with a smile: "What do you think?"

Song Li laughed dryly twice and quickly explained that she was just asking casually and had no intention of washing her hair.

Zhang showed an expression that Song Li was quite sensible, leaned over to tuck the corner of the quilt for Song Li, and smiled as she let Jiang Qingzhou, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, in.

"Xiao Li, do you want to eat something?" Zhang asked as she helped Song Li tie her loose hair into a pigtail, for fear that the child would eat her hair while she was feeding.

Song Li couldn't make up her mind, so she pulled Zhang's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Mom, I don't know what to eat. Just cook whatever you want. I like everything you cook."

"Egg custard and millet porridge, I'll make more so everyone can have some." After saying this, Zhang took the basin of water and left the room, leaving Song Li, Jiang Qingzhou and the newborn baby in the room.

Jiang Qingzhou took Song Li's hand and placed it on his cheek, tears flowing out like pearls from a broken string.

"Qingzhou, what's wrong with you? The child and I are fine, why are you crying?" Song Li wanted to sit up and comfort Jiang Qingzhou, but Jiang Qingzhou, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, pushed her back into the quilt.

Jiang Qingzhou raised his sleeves and wiped his face roughly, sobbing and saying that he was blinded by the wind.

Song Li looked at the closed doors and windows, and cooperated with Jiang Qingzhou in acting: "Today's wind is really loud, it made Qingzhou cry."

The sound of their conversation disturbed the child, who started crying and reaching out his hands to scratch around.

When Jiang Qingzhou stretched out his hand and touched the thin blanket, he told Song Li awkwardly: "Xiao Li, I don't know how to do this. I'm afraid that if I use too much force, I might hurt the child."

Song Li instinctively patted the thin quilt a few times, but the child still kept crying.

Jiang Qingzhou saw the child sucking non-stop, and asked Song Li hurriedly: "Xiao Li, is the child hungry?"

Song Li didn't know how to feed the baby, so she quickly asked Jiang Qingzhou to go to the kitchen to call Zhang.

Zhang took out a quilt and placed it behind Song Li's waist. She taught Song Li how to feed the baby while half-lying down and how to burp the baby after feeding.

"Mom, raising a child is so troublesome." Song Li couldn't help but complain to Zhang.

Zhang asked Song Li to put the child directly on the inside of the bed, and then smiled and told Song Li: "It's not easy to be a parent. Every time he grows up, parents will have new worries. There is a saying: Raising a child for a hundred years, worrying for ninety-nine."

"Mom is right. Little Jiang Huan, you must be a good boy and don't let your parents worry too much." Song Li said as she tried to pick the vernix caseosa off Jiang Huan's face.

Zhang quickly grabbed Song Li's arm and told her not to touch Jiang Huan casually, especially the fontanelle and umbilical cord, which must not be touched.

After Zhang finished speaking, Song Li secretly put her hand on Jiang Huan's fontanelle and could really feel the fontanelle beating. Life is truly magical.

Zhang was worried about leaving Jiang Huan alone with Song Li, so she sat on a stool beside the bed and watched Song Li's every move.

Song Li was lying on the bed bored and chatting with Zhang about Jiang Huan's name.

Zhang suddenly slapped her thigh, stood up and ran to the kitchen. She always felt that she had missed something, and now she realized that she had forgotten to tell Jiang Qingzhou the gender of the child.

Song Li looked at the door from time to time, wanting to know why Zhang suddenly ran out.

Under Song Li's expectation, Jiang Qingzhou walked into the room with a smile.

"Qingzhou, have you seen mother?"

"Yes, my mother just told me that you gave birth to a boy. She also asked me to keep an eye on you and not let you touch little Jiang Huan."

"Humph, if you're not staring at me, I have to stare at you too."

"Xiao Li is right, let's keep an eye on each other."

Jiang Qingzhou lay on the bed, staring intently at Jiang Huan who had fallen asleep.

"Qingzhou, I think little Jiang Huan looks like Yueyue, what do you think?" Song Li asked in a low voice to Jiang Qingzhou who was looking at Jiang Huan carefully.

Jiang Qingzhou held Song Li's hand and answered softly: "Yes, he looks a bit like Xiaoyue, but I think Xiao Jiang Huan's eyebrows are very similar to yours."

Song Li looked down at Jiang Huan, who had almost no eyebrows, and asked Jiang Qingzhou with a smile how he could tell.

Jiang Qingzhou stretched out his hand and traced Song Li's eyebrows and said that he felt it.

Song Li was unable to refute, and couldn't help but guess in her heart that Jiang Qingzhou said this because Jiang Huan was really not like herself.

After nightfall, Jiang Qingzhou and Song Li huddled together. They were afraid that Jiang Huan would be crushed at night, so they left half of their seats for Jiang Huan.

Song Li hugged Jiang Qingzhou's waist somewhat uncomfortably and asked Jiang Qingzhou to find time to widen the bed.

"Okay, I'll stop by the carpenter's place when I come back from town tomorrow. Xiaoli, the corn has been harvested, let's bring Qingye and Xiaoxing back."

"Well, tomorrow afternoon you go to Ruyi's house to get Qingye and Xiaoxing's belongings, and then go to the library to wait for them to finish school."

Jiang Huan started crying. Song Li pushed Jiang Qingzhou awake and asked him to light the oil lamp quickly. She then groped her way to hug the crying Jiang Huan.

After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Huan soon fell asleep again.

Song Li asked Jiang Qingzhou to put the oil lamp on the wooden table by the window, so that if Jiang Huan cried again, she wouldn't have to wake Jiang Qingzhou up.

Jiang Qingzhou needs to get up early tomorrow to make tofu, and Song Li really doesn't want Jiang Qingzhou to stay up late with her.

Jiang Huan fed three or four times overnight. Tired Song Li put Jiang Huan down and fell asleep.

Song Li vaguely noticed that Jiang Qingzhou was reaching over her to touch Jiang Huan, and she quickly asked with half-opened eyes, "Qingzhou, what are you doing?"

Jiang Qingzhou withdrew his hand and replied in a low voice: "I didn't hear Xiao Jiang Huan's breathing, so I touched him."

Song Li turned sideways and placed her fingers on Jiang Huan's nostrils, and a stream of warm air blew on her fingers.

"Yes, go to sleep."

"Well, thank you, Xiaoli."

Song Li turned around and wanted to ask Jiang Qingzhou why he wanted to thank her, but Song Li was so sleepy that she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep before she could even ask.