Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Before daybreak, Xiaolu returned to the side hall with two bowls of fish porridge, one large and one small. Madam Ji hadn't slept well that night. She had been watching over the baby since he was born. Now she was left alone in the main room for the whole night. She felt empty and unaccustomed. She looked at the sky outside the door and said, "Oh, it's time for the baby to wake up."

As he spoke, the lights in the main room dimly lit, and a beautiful general came out to take the porridge, "Mother-in-law. I'll take this."

"Shushu is awake, are Dabao and Erbao awake?"

"Nothing." The man took the porridge and went into the room. He held his sleepy son in his arms, changed his diaper, wiped his butt, put on his clothes, and touched his head with his son in the inner room. "Dabao, mommy is still sleeping. Let's be gentle. Hush! Okay? Gently."

His younger sister was still sleeping beside him. Qin Lao Da hadn't been making any noise during the day. He leaned on his father's arms, wearing a bib, holding a small spoon, and eating one bite after another. The food tasted delicious and he had a great appetite.

Qin Xiuyuan tasted it briefly. The boneless fish meat mixed with rice noodles was fragrant and sticky, without oil or salt. The boy ate it as if it were delicacies from land and sea.

Then the same routine continued: Daddy held him, his brother watched, and Qin Laoer leisurely ate his breakfast. After dinner, the siblings tiptoed over to pull back the curtains to see their sleeping mother. The eldest climbed up with a grunt, pulling up his sister, who was still kicking her legs behind him. The siblings understood their father's signal and calmed down, finding a place in his arms to lie down, listening to their mother's gentle snores, and continued to sleep on each side.

Over time, Wangshu gradually got used to being watched by the two little ones when he woke up or had his sleeves pressed down when he slept. Occasionally, when Qin Xiuyuan went out early, Xiaoqing would come in to watch over him.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wangshu woke up in the morning feeling a little chest tightness and fatigue. His bra binder had been stolen at night. He rested on the bed with his arms open for a while but still couldn't recover. He felt a slight sore throat and dry heaved a few times.

He felt something was wrong, and a possible thought broke him in a cold sweat. Without even bothering to get out of bed and wash up, he immediately sent for Zhuzhu to feel his pulse.

The beauty was wearing a thin robe, which could not cover up the beautiful scenery of the country, nor could it cover up the deep and shallow traces left by people who climbed up to explore. Her black hair was loose, and her skin was bright and shiny, but a little pale at the moment.

"Don't be angry, I can't feel the pulse." Zhuzhu patted the little woman who was about to chop her. "Is your chest still swollen?" She lifted her collar and sighed. The general's beloved place was covered with dense marks...

Those who are bride and groom every night!

Wangshu blushed, mostly out of anger. He could easily imagine what his subordinates were thinking of him in private! Men enjoy themselves, while women bear the consequences. It was an injustice! As for showing her bosom to others, even those who had witnessed her childbirth and delivered her were still slightly shy.

Wenliang's small hands rubbed her twice. Seeing that her mood was becoming increasingly restless, Zhuzhu quickly came to a conclusion: "Madam, you are not pregnant. Your milk is drying up."

Boom! After the great joy, Wangshu was shocked. She looked up and said, "What!" She had been weaned for almost a year! "How could it be!"

"The milk should come out in the next few days. Madam, don't panic. Zhuzhu has seen women who have continued to produce milk for more than ten years after giving birth." The young female doctor tried to comfort her with an expression that said, "I've seen the world, this is just a piece of cake."

The problem is, she doesn’t want to! These two enlarged areas make it impossible for her to wear her favorite clothes without worry. Now that the child is gone, telling her that her milk will dry up??!!

"Is there any medicine?" This time, no matter what the medicine is, she will swallow it!

"Let it be, ma'am."

The autumn weather was clear and crisp, and Wangshu was in a very bad mood.

A man in a round-necked robe with an upright posture came in with food and wanted to help someone up. "Shushu, eat something." But he was pushed away.

"Your favorite dishes are shrimp and egg custard, hand-made fish balls, and cold lotus root salad. Try them." The man pulled up the woman who had refused to eat for several days, twisted a handkerchief in his hand, and gently wiped the light yellow liquid that was slightly overflowing from her chest.

"Woo woo!" Wangshu couldn't help crying again when he saw this.

The man half-hugged her as if coaxing his daughter, "Shushu, don't cry. Crying too much will hurt your body. It will get better slowly."

What if Wangshu becomes desperate, and her mother blames her for weaning too early and not letting the babies finish drinking all the milk!

"Woo woo!" In the past, she would have retorted with endless streams of nonsense, but now she just wanted to cry loudly by herself.

But when she cried, it was always silent tears or soft sobs, the most harmful way to her health. In just a few days, the little woman, who ate little, drank little, and sobbed constantly, had become much weaker. People with poor health usually eat and drink well but it is not obvious now.

The old man came over to check on her a few times, then turned to the equally embarrassed Qin Xiuyuan and said, "The little girl is confused and depressed. Oh, it's actually not a big deal. She's always been a strong and capable person!" Just squeeze her out. Her husband who loves her like the apple of his eye will be very happy!

"Old doctor, do you have any medicine? When will the symptoms improve?" He asked this question countless times in the past few days.

"The main thing is to counsel her. It's better for her not to take any medicine. If you repair the east wall, the west wall will be unstable. It's just like the beams of a house. It's not suitable to replace one of the beams. It's not easy to do it." The old man stroked his beard that was messed up by the baby's scratching, and made an implicit analogy with the house. Smart people, there is no need to explain too clearly.

Although it is a dilapidated building, it is still habitable. If it is to be repaired, it is difficult to start.

After a few days, Qin Xiuyuan couldn't help but tear up when he hugged the little woman who was in great pain.

"Shushu, Shushu." It had been many years since I had rolled on the ground in pain, and everything had been turning for the better...

"Shushu, I'll clean you up from now on. I'll be here whenever you feel uncomfortable. I'll do it, okay? Just let it go, Shushu. I know you've suffered a lot during childbirth, and I've been away for another year... From now on, I'll stay with you, give you massages to heal your wounds, and wear those beautiful fairy clothes, okay, little girl..."

Wangshu doesn't want anyone to hold him, he just lies on his side, curled up quietly and without making a sound.

"Mother!"

"Mother~"

Two completely different calls in different tones, footsteps "dong dong" and "da da", and the baby's hand grabbed her arm, "Mom!"

A burst of heat washed over Wangshu. He opened his eyes to see someone wearing the same oversized, flowery dress and pants as his sister. He reached behind her neck, clutching his stomach, and felt a sticky, sweaty hand. He wiped it on the child and pulled his daughter, who had finally reached the summit, over to touch her skin. Her skin was a little cold, so he asked the man, who was standing there, panting and giggling, "Who's watching the child?"

Xiaolu came in trembling and shrinking. Wangshu sat up and let her touch the back of the doll's collar, questioning her: "Do you have two holes for your eyes? You can only blink but not see!"

"Madam, it was...it was...that I asked you to wear it..." Xiaolu was embarrassed and missed the title. She grabbed her right hand with her left hand and twisted her left hand with her right hand. Her eyebrows were tightly tangled.

Xiaoqing found a sleeveless jumpsuit for the fat boy, and the younger sister changed into a slightly thicker long floral jacket. The two little guys kept rubbing their heads against Wangshu, and they became addicted to calling her "mother" more and more softly. Wangshu was overwhelmed for a moment.

"You!" Wangshu emphasized the words, and Xiaolu trembled as she listened. "Watch the doll get dressed. Don't say more than three words."

This is the second time.