An Hua returned home from the hospital on the afternoon of the next day.

It's early spring now, and Xiao Chen is afraid that she will catch a cold, so he wraps her up from head to toe like a mummy.

“It’s hard for me to walk.”

"You don't have to go. I'll carry you to the car."

"Being seen as a joke."

"Go ahead and laugh! I'm not afraid!"

You may not be afraid, but I am... When An Huan was thinking this, Xiao Qi was picked up by her and walked all the way to the hospital gate.

She buried her head in Xiao Xiao's chest, pretending not to be aware of the gazes of others.

When I got home, neighbors from upstairs and downstairs came to visit me. Some brought eggs, some brought canned food, or malted milk.

But everyone was considerate enough, knowing that An Hua needed to rest, and left without staying long.

Only Lin Lu was not very tactful. She looked at the child excitedly and refused to leave.

"He's so small! He's all red like a little monkey! How much does he weigh?"

"Five pounds and five ounces." An Hua replied.

"Have you chosen a name yet?"

"not yet."

Xiao Chen came over with a bowl of ginseng and red dates chicken soup, and immediately said to Lin Lu: "Wang Zhihui is back, and he's looking for you."

"Really? Then I'm going home!" Lin Lu stood up, but turned back halfway and looked at the baby in the cradle greedily.

Xiao Yu muttered, "What kind of look is that...it's as if you want to snatch my child away!"

An Hua: "She really likes children. She must be thinking of the one she miscarried."

"Old Wang is really useless."

As Xiao Qi said this, he scooped up some chicken soup with a spoon, blew on it, and fed it to An Hua's mouth.

An Hua drank a mouthful of the chicken soup Xiao Yu fed her. When she heard this, she raised her eyes and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Xiao Xiao: "After being married for so many years, he can't even have a child. If not, what is he useless?"

An Hua remained silent and did not agree with Xiao Yu, saying that you guessed right.

"I want to eat a piece of chicken." An Hua requested.

"Try to see if you can bite it. If not, I will chop it into pieces for you."

"I just gave birth to a child. I'm not old. What is there that I can't bite?" An Hua looked at him with amusement.

Xiao Qi smiled and asked, "Wife, what should we name our eldest child?"

An Hua thought about it and shook her head, "I don't have any ideas for now."

When Xiao Chen heard his wife say that she had no ideas, he started to get restless.

Seeing this, An Hua hurriedly said, "Don't give him a name like Jianjun. The soil is secondary. The main thing is that there are too many people with this name, and it's easy to get confused."

"I didn't want him to be called Jianjun. It's still a long way from Army Day now!"

An Hua thought about it and said, "What festivals are there recently? Labor Day? It's still early."

"Do I have to name myself after a festival? Are you underestimating my literary ability?"

An Hua smiled and said, "Then why don't you give me a literary name and slap me in the face."

Xiao Yu thought hard and said, "To be honest, I don't have any ideas."

An Hua said, "Then take your time to think about it. The right to name our youngest child will be yours."

None of the names of the first three children were given by Xiao Qi, so let’s give the last one to him!

Xiao Yu couldn't stay at home with An Hua all the time, so he returned to the army on the third day, but he would come back every two or three days.

The news of An Hua's childbirth was notified to relatives and friends, and many people came to visit with gifts, including Zhou Meiying, who also came from Yun County.

This time Zhou Meiying came alone.

She held the old and the young for a while, and after putting them down, she sighed, "I feel relieved to see that you gave birth safely and that you and the baby are both so healthy."

"It's this confinement period that annoys me. I didn't feel that uncomfortable during the ten months of pregnancy before, but this time, after only half a month, I feel like I'm about to collapse." An Hua scratched her hair, "I really want to wash my hair and take a shower, but my mother won't let me."

When she gave birth to twins, An Hua secretly washed her hair and didn't feel any sequelae. But this time, Qiu Shushen watched her very closely and she couldn't find a chance at all.

Zhou Meiqi smiled and said, "I know you like to be clean, but please bear with it, otherwise your headache will be bad."

"My mother also said that my recovery would be slow as I got older, so she asked me to stay in bed for the full two months." An Huasheng felt hopeless.

Zhou Meizhen: "In my opinion, two months is too short. It would be best if you can sit for three months."

An Hua: “…” She shouldn’t have complained about this to Zhou Meiying. Zhou Meiying’s ideas are even more old-fashioned than Qiu Shushen’s.

"How have you been lately? Is everything okay at home?" An Hua changed the subject.

Zhou Meizhen suddenly paused, his mood becoming depressed. "There's nothing wrong at home, except that Xiaojun...Xiaojun has gone to the battlefield."

An Hua thought about it and said, "Yes, Xiaojun was a soldier in the south..."

There will definitely be casualties in war. Once you go to the battlefield, there is the possibility of sacrifice. Shi Xiaojun is a platoon leader, a grassroots officer. He has to lead soldiers into battle, which is even more dangerous.

An Hua was also worried for Zhou Meiying, but she still had to find a way to comfort her, "Sister-in-law Meiying, don't worry too much. Xiaojun will definitely return safely."

Zhou Meiqi forced a smile and said, "Thank you for your good words."

Although he was worried, Zhou Meiying never thought of transferring Shi Xiaojun away from the front line.

She is a military dependent, and her husband has survived through gunfire and hail of bullets.

As a wife, she had been prepared to be a widow.

As a parent, she doesn't want her children to become deserters.