In the small courtyard.
"Baby, Mommy can't play the piano for you, I can only sing for you." Shen Ning sat in the pavilion, gently stroking her belly with both hands, and sang softly and happily.
The singing is melodious, clear, gentle and cheerful. The birds are chirping in the yard. The sky above is clear and bright with white clouds. The earth is soft and the breeze is blowing gently. How refreshing and comfortable it is.
Shen Ning sang the song seriously, her voice full of affection and motherly tenderness, and she sang it softly to the fetuses in her belly.
The babies in the belly seemed to feel the mother's happiness and patted her belly gently.
Shen Ning looked at the small bulge that suddenly appeared on her bulging belly, stroking it gently with her fingers, with a kind and loving smile on her face.
She stared at her belly, and suddenly, a white, slender, warm hand gently stroked her belly, interacting intimately with the children.
She was stunned, a cold and ruthless face flashed through her mind, and she ran madly towards Xiaofeng's back. Her heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, the singing stopped, and her heart suddenly felt suffocated.
At this time, the little guy in the belly started punching and kicking in sync.
She woke up with a start, realizing she was hallucinating. She hurriedly stroked her belly with both hands and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, baby, Mommy was distracted. Mommy is wrong. Mommy will go pick mulberries for you to eat."
She stood up and walked towards the mulberry tree beside the yard.
Damn it!
Such images always flashed in her mind involuntarily.
He has long become a thing of the past and will no longer have any contact with her, so why would she still think of him?
Maybe it was because the past was too painful that her brain couldn't completely shut down, or maybe subconsciously, she always felt that her children lacked fatherly love, so she fantasized about having a father come to accompany them.
The last time she was pregnant, she was alone and helpless, and this time, she was alone again.
Her children never received fatherly love in the womb, and as a woman, she never received any care from her husband when she was most tired and painful during pregnancy and needed him the most. This may be the reason why she had hallucinations.
With her big belly, she picked up a small basket from the pavilion and came to the mulberry tree.
The mulberry tree was full of mulberries, which were black, big, long, and sweet. Shen Ning liked to eat them very much.
She picked some from the branches, but the ones above were too high to reach. She was pregnant and couldn't stretch her arms far enough, so she was thinking about how to pick them.
"Sister." Zhang Xiaoxian's clear voice came from outside the yard.
"Xiao Xian, come in and help me pick mulberries." Shen Ning called happily, put down the basket and went to open the door.
Zhang Xiaoxian walked in carrying a large bag of dried flowers and Chinese medicinal herbs.
"Sister, look, these are all the freshest cassia flowers, apricot flowers, peach flowers, dandelions, some wild dried flowers and various Chinese herbs this year." She said happily.
These were some fresh flower petals she had collected this year and dried, because Shen Ning had said that these could be made into spice bags and sold for money.
She was so short of money that she just wanted to earn some money by doing some handicrafts while taking care of her parents. It was really difficult to make money in this remote area.
"Okay, let's go pick some mulberries first. If we don't pick them soon, they'll fall off. What a pity." Shen Ning pulled her in and took her to the mulberry tree. He pointed to the big black ones and said, "You can pick those by standing on the chair."
Zhang Xiaoxian looked at it and smiled: "This is what I am best at, look."
As she spoke, she grabbed the railing of the courtyard wall with one hand and climbed up in a few steps. In just a few steps, she filled a large basket with mulberries.
She jumped down and took it to wash.
The two sat in the yard and enjoyed the food.
"Sister Ning, can these dried flowers really be made into spice bags and sold for money?"
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