Li Suhua stood anxiously at the door of the delivery room, leaning on a cane, with beads of sweat on her face, looking at the door of the delivery room from time to time.
Mother Zheng's expression was exactly the same as that of Li Suhua, but she was not standing. She was pulled into a chair by Wang Gang, with Zheng Guangming and Feng Yue next to her.
Feng Yue is three years old this year and has lived in Wang Gang's house for more than half a year. Her mother Zhou Rong has never come back once.
Wang Gang and Feng Yue were not very close. Although he was Feng Yue's uncle, Zheng Guangming took care of Feng Yue most of the time.
"Uncle Guangming, is Auntie giving birth to a baby?" Feng Yue held a lollipop, sat on the chair, and asked Zheng Guangming curiously.
"Yueyue, be good, eat sweets, and don't be naughty. Auntie will give you a little cousin soon."
"Cousin, is it delicious?" Feng Yue asked, tilting her head.
Zheng Guangming said speechlessly: "My cousin is not for food, he is your relative and your brother."
Feng Yue didn't quite understand what her cousin meant, but she could feel that her grandma and grandma Zheng were both nervous, but her uncle was calm.
Wang Gang was of course calm. Although this was his and Zheng Juan's first child, he had given birth to several children in several lifetimes, so it was impossible for him to have the feeling of being a father for the first time.
Moreover, during Zheng Juan's pregnancy, Wang Gang insisted on taking her for prenatal check-ups, and the doctors said the pregnancy was going well.
"Mom, your legs and feet are not good, you should sit down and rest!" Wang Gang helped Li Suhua and pressed her on the hospital chair.
"Bingkun, why did Juan'er go in for so long and still not come out?" Li Suhua said in a panic.
"Zheng Juan has only been in for half an hour, so it should be a while." Wang Gang explained patiently.
"When I gave birth to you, it didn't take that long. You came out in twenty minutes." Li Suhua wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Wang Gang rolled his eyes speechlessly. Can it be the same for a first-born child and a third-born child? Why don't you tell me how long it took to give birth to Zhou Bingyi.
Of course Wang Gang did not dare to say these words.
At this time, Li Suhua was just a powder keg, and he could catch fire at a moment's notice. There was no need for him to make himself uncomfortable.
"Bingkun, do you think Juan'er will be in danger? This woman will have to go through hell after giving birth!"
Li Suhua was so nervous that even Zheng's mother became incoherent.
"It will be fine. The doctor said Juan'er's condition is very good and there are no signs of dystocia. The baby should be born soon!" Wang Gang comforted Zheng's mother.
Compared with last year, Mother Zheng is aging at an obvious speed this year. There is not a single black hair on her head. Overall, she is not in good spirits.
If he couldn't stop her, Wang Gang wouldn't even want to take the old lady to the hospital.
Zheng's mother's physical condition was very bad. Wang Gang took her to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor had no good solution. He only said that she was old and her body organs were aging and that she had to be cured.
All I need to say is that I will eat well and drink well when I get home, so that I can live one day at a time.
Wang Gang also knew that it was not easy for Zheng's mother to survive until now. In the original work, Zheng's mother should have died three years ago.
The reason why I can survive until now is partly because I have lived a good life in the past two years, and partly because I want to see Zheng Juan's child born, and I feel relieved.
In the minds of the older generation, there are three types of unfilial piety, the worst being not having children.
It took Zheng Juan three years of marriage to finally get pregnant, and Zheng's mother was more anxious than anyone else.
In the past few months, Mother Zheng's eyes were filled with light as she watched Zheng Juan's belly slowly swell.
That is the hope of living.
After waiting anxiously for an hour, a baby's cry was heard in the delivery room, and everyone stood up.
"Giving birth! Juan'er is giving birth!" Li Suhua stood up and shouted happily.
Soon a nurse walked out of the delivery room holding a baby.
"Who are Zheng Juan's family members?"
Wang Gang rushed forward, raised his hand and said, "I am, I am Zheng Juan's lover."
"Congratulations, you are now a father. You have a son. He weighs seven pounds and two taels. Mother and son are safe." The nurse said with a smile.
Upon hearing that it was her son, Mother Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped down on the chair.
"Uncle, show me my cousin quickly." Feng Yue shouted happily.
Wang Gang took the child, held it in his hands skillfully, and showed it to others.
"Is this my cousin? How ugly is he?" Feng Yue muttered in a low voice.
Li Suhua laughed loudly and said: "Newborn children are like this, and they will become beautiful as they grow older."
Feng Yue didn't quite understand it, but seeing that the others were very happy, she also laughed.
Zheng Juan was quickly pushed out of the delivery room and into the ward. Wang Gang sat next to her holding the baby, while the others stood at the end of the bed.
"Bingkun, show me the child quickly." Zheng Juan said.
Wang Gang put the child next to Zheng Juan and said, "This is our son."
Zheng Juan tilted her head and looked at her son, not feeling ugly at all.
"Son, you have given your mother a lot of trouble." Wang Gang squatted beside the bed and tapped his son's little face with his little finger.
"Be gentle, don't hurt him." Zheng Juan rolled her eyes at Wang Gang and said angrily.
After becoming a mother, Zheng Juan gained a touch of motherly glory, and Wang Gang's family status was helplessly pushed back.
"Bingkun, has the child been named?" Zheng's mother asked with a smile.
Wang Gang replied: "My dad gave me two names. The boy is named Zhou Cong and the girl is named Zhou Hui."
Zhou Zhigang had long ago taken away the right to name Wang Gang's son, who was smart and smart. Judging from these two names, we know Zhou Zhigang's expectations for the third generation of the Zhou family.
"Zhou Cong, Congcong, this is a good name." Zheng's mother said happily: "In the future, this child will be like his father, smart, studious, educated, and go to college."
The words "going to college" seemed to have a kind of magic power, making the originally cheerful ward immediately quiet down.
Ever since Wang Gang gave up going to college and chose to stay at home to take care of Li Suhua, both the Zhou family and the Zheng family have deliberately avoided the word going to college.
But Wang Gang didn't care. The chaos was over and the college entrance examination would be resumed soon. Then he could go to any school he wanted.
"What's wrong, everyone? My son will definitely be able to go to university in the future." Wang Gang picked up Zhou Cong, raised him high, and said proudly: "My son will definitely be the most famous scholar in the country in the future."
Seeing Wang Gang's appearance, everyone laughed again.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Especially Li Suhua, she is actually the most guilty person. If it were not for taking care of her, Wang Gang would not give up the opportunity to go to college. Now he is trapped at home, even
There is no real job.
Because of this incident, Li Suhua often wakes up crying late at night, wishing she could slap herself in the mouth.
"Mom, look at your grandson, does he look like me?" Wang Gang realized that Li Suhua was getting into trouble again, so he quickly brought Zhou Cong over. His grandson might stop Li Suhua from thinking too much.
Of course Li Suhua likes her grandson very much, but she has just recovered and dare not hug her grandson for fear of throwing him.
Zheng's mother is actually the same. She knows her own business and doesn't dare to hold her child.
Zheng Guangming couldn't see, and he didn't dare to take action. On the contrary, Feng Yue was clamoring to hug his cousin, but Wang Gang didn't dare to give it to her.
After Zheng Juan gave birth, she was observed in the hospital for two days and was discharged home after she was fine. After that, many people came to Zhou's house to visit the child.
There were friends like Sun Qianchao, Xiao Guoqing, and Qiao Chunyan, as well as Li Suhua's old neighbors. Anyway, the Zhou family was busy for two days.
Shao Jingwen came to Zhou's house on the third day and brought two cans of milk powder to Wang Gang.
"Teacher Shao, come as soon as you come. Why are you bringing something with you?" Wang Gang's eyes lit up when he saw the milk powder. This thing is in short supply.
"Okay! Why are you pretending to be with me?" Shao Jingwen put the things on the table and cursed with a smile: "You don't want it if you have the ability!"
"Don't give it away." Wang Gang quickly put the milk powder into the cabinet.
When Shao Jingwen saw Wang Gang's actions, he didn't say anything and just smiled.
The relationship between the two has been unusual for a long time. They are not more like relatives than relatives.
Wang Gang collected the milk powder and poured Shao Jingwen a cup of tea.
"The best Tieguanyin, I got it from Mr. Ma. There are two cans in total. You can take one with you later." Wang Gang said with a smile.
Shao Jingwen loves to drink tea, but he is short of money and cannot afford good tea.
"Mr. Ma's tea must be good." Shao Jingwen picked up the tea cup and smelled it. He couldn't help but shake his head and said, "The tea is good, but it's a pity that your tea-making skills are useless."
Wang Gang smiled and said.
"Don't drink if you can."
"If you don't drink it, it's for nothing." Shao Jingwen said: "I don't think you know how to taste tea, so you might as well give me both cans."
Wang Gang said nonchalantly: "Okay! As long as you don't mind that the jar has been opened, feel free to take it away."
"I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it. Who would dislike such a good thing?" Shao Jingwen took a sip of tea with a look of enjoyment and then savored it in his mouth.
Wang Gang doesn't have much pursuit of tea. He can drink good tea and bad tea, but he can't taste the difference in his mouth.
He is better at drinking.
Shao Jingwen and Wang Gang chatted for a long time, and then took out a letter.
"My old classmate in Xiangjiang wrote back, saying that your Condor Shooting can be serialized in Xiangjiang Newspaper. He also sent the contract this time. If you see that you have no problem, sign it and I will send a copy to Xiangjiang.
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Wang Gang read the letter, then the contract, and signed without hesitation.