She didn't know how long it was in her dream, and her pillow was dark. Ye Zhenzhen woke up from the pain in her body. As a result, she met her son's big dark eyes.
Ye Zhenzhen: "...Son, why don't you go to school?"
She was caught off guard and frightened so much that her heart pounded.
Cui Zhiduan blinked innocently: "Mom, you have been sleeping all day. I just came back from school not long ago."
It turned out to be the evening of the next day, no wonder my whole body was hurting.
"Have you seen your sister?"
"I see it, I see it." Cui Zhiduan said excitedly: "My sister and I look exactly the same, so cute!"
When he said this, it was unclear whether he was praising his sister or himself.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she was very happy that her son could accept the appearance of her sister when she was just born. After all, that wrinkled little appearance could only be found cute through the filter of her own mother.
"Why don't you go and accompany your sister? What are you doing to protect your mother?" Zhizi Mo Ruomu said, her son's face was full of worries.
"Mom, let me discuss something with you."
Cui Zhiduan rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly: "My sister washes the lanugo hair she shaved off for three days. Can you let me make a writing brush?"
It turned out to be for this purpose.
Ye Zhenzhen originally planned to do this, so she agreed: "Okay, when you make the fetal hair brush, you can send it to your father. If he can't see your sister, he can have the fetal hair brush to comfort him."
Cui Zhiduan nodded excitedly: "Yeah, why didn't I think of it? Yesterday I even printed a small footprint for my sister, so I can send it to my father together."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and suggested: "You can send my sister's diary and portrait together."
"But...but I'm not good at painting." Cui Zhiduan was a little embarrassed and blamed himself.
"Who said you are not good at painting?" Ye Zhenzhen said with a serious face: "Your Xumi painting master is inherited from me and your father. Famous teachers give birth to great apprentices. How could your painting not be good? You are just used to working with your father.
Only when you compare it with my mother's paintings will you feel it's not enough, but it's just a portrait, which is enough for you."
After being encouraged by his mother, Cui Zhiduan immediately regained his confidence, and even couldn't wait to quit and started painting. Not long after, he heard the sound of maids moving the easel back and forth. Cui Zhidean even ordered in a serious manner: "Keep your voice down, don't talk too much."
My sister woke me up."
Aunt Cui then came in from Nuang Pavilion.
Yuxiu was serving Ye Zhenzhen to drink water. She felt blessed when she saw the old lady. Aunt Cui waved her hand, sat down next to her daughter-in-law, and shook her head helplessly: "The kid in charge is too careless.
You've been talking for so long and you still don't know how to serve mother for a drink of water."
"It's normal for boys to be careless and unexpected."
Ye Zhenzhen defended her son, but thinking that she had given birth to another daughter, she felt extremely satisfied and said quickly: "Mom, I want to see the baby."
Now she also has a caring little cotton-padded jacket.
"Are you still feeling pain? Don't move. I'll hold you over and show you."
"It's okay with me."
Her son also wanted to paint the baby. Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to disturb him, so she said, "It doesn't matter to me. I've been lying down all day and my bones are about to fall apart. It's time to get up and relax."
Aunt Cui had no choice but to let Yuxiu and Qiu Wu support her carefully. Ye Zhenzhen stood up carefully. The wound was painful and her face turned pale.
"Does it hurt too much? Forget it, don't be brave. I'll bring the baby over to you."
The difficulty of giving birth to a fetus has also caused huge damage to the body. Yesterday, Dr. Yu shook his head after checking his pulse, prescribed a prescription for warming and tonic, and specifically told him to take good care of her, so as not to leave the root of the disease in the future.
Aunt Cui is a woman, and she knows the seriousness of Yuezi's illness, so she doesn't dare to take it lightly. Her son is not in the capital, and she has to take good care of her daughter-in-law for her son.
Ye Zhenzhen was really in severe pain, so she stopped trying to be brave and leaned half on the pillow in front of the bed. Then she saw Aunt Cui coming over with a big red envelope in her arms, followed by a bunch of little tails.
Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming were expected, but they didn't expect Ye Dailin to come as well.
"Yesterday I just went home to rest, and someone from the uncle's house came to congratulate me. I asked for leave today to see you." Ye Dailin explained: "My parents and fourth sister are here. It's just that Xiaopang can't live without fourth sister. Fourth sister
You went back early, dad and mom stayed with you all day and just went to sleep in the wing."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded: "Let your parents sleep a little longer and don't wake them up."
Then, her eyes were glued to the child.
After a day, the child's skin was no longer so red or wrinkled. She was held by her grandmother and still slept soundly. Her thick eyelashes were raised like two small fans, her eyebrows were very light, and her small mouth was small.
Yan Hong, I don’t know what she was dreaming about, she smacked her little mouth, revealing her bare gums, she was so cute.
She couldn't help but stretched out her hands: "Mom, let me hug you."
"no."
Aunt Cui refused very decisively: "I'll hold it and you can watch it. You are weak now, so you can't hold the child."
How much can the child weigh?
Ye Zhenzhen felt itchy and unbearable, and just wanted to get close to her daughter. However, Aunt Cui insisted on her principle and would not waver no matter how she looked at her helplessly, so Ye Zhenzhen had no choice but to compromise.
"Has the baby drank milk? How many times has it been done? Does the baby have a good appetite?"
"I've had a good appetite after drinking it three times. Hu and Qian are enough this time. Their milk is sufficient. You should take good care of yourself this time and don't feed yourself anymore."
There is no rule for wives from wealthy families to feed the baby herself. Last time Zhen'er fed Zhi Duan herself, but Aunt Cui couldn't resist and just let her go. This time she won't go with her little temper no matter what she says.
Ye Zhenzhen: "...You can't favor one over the other."
Breastfeeding is best for children.
Aunt Cui refused.
They discussed feeding. Ye Dailin and Cui Zhiming, two half-year-old teenagers, blushed with shame. They neither listened nor retreated. Only Cui Zhiduan looked confused and just stared at his sister.
Then, he saw his sister's eyes turning, her eyelashes moving, and then her eyes opened.
"Sister, wake up!"
Cui Zhiduan's tone was extremely surprised. His sister was sleeping when he saw it. This was the first time he saw his sister open her eyes.
"Sister, look at me again! Sister has seen me! Sister, I am the elder brother. You must remember that when you see me in the future, you must call me elder brother."
Not to mention how beautiful his tone was.
Ye Zhenzhen burst out laughing.
"Silly boy, your sister can't see clearly yet, let alone speak. You still have time to wait."
In order to teach him how to speak, his father called him daddy for several months. Cui Zhiduan had to call his sister brother for several months no matter what, right?
