Chapter 710 Xiao Zheng
The more sensible San Ya was, the more bitter and distressed Xiao Yan felt.
Even for an ordinary wealthy family, if someone is pregnant, they will have everything they need, and many people will be busy serving them.
Seeing San Ya like this, he always felt that she was wronged.
San Ya herself didn't take it to heart.
She just has a little baby in her belly, she's not injured or sick, so she doesn't need any extra care.
But there is a kind of grievance called "Dad feels she is wronged."
That is happiness.
One afternoon, San Ya was basking in the sun on a lounge chair outside.
Xiao Yan sat aside, holding a sliced melon in his hand.
San Ya said she didn't want to eat anymore after eating two pieces. He thought she might want to eat it again later, so he didn't put it back.
Xiao Yan looked at his daughter's profile as she dozed in the sun and asked softly, "Jiaojiao, what are your plans for the future?"
San Ya opened her eyes and looked at the blue sky in the distance.
She had thought about this problem a long time ago.
"Dad, I will definitely keep this child by my side and raise him myself. Even though he... doesn't have a father, it doesn't matter. There are so many uncles and aunts in the army who love him and won't let him lack love. My child will grow up freely in this northwest world. He will like it here."
This is her first time being a mother.
But she can learn.
She will give her children the nourishment she receives from her mother.
Xiao Yan felt mixed emotions when he heard this.
But he didn't show it on his face, he just nodded heavily: "Okay, Dad will help you."
"Big sister, your idea is great." San Ya smiled contentedly, "Big sister has really thought of everything for me."
With family like this, I always feel at ease whenever I think of them.
Days passed, and more than a month later, late one night, San Ya finally went into labor.
Xiao Yan paced back and forth in the flower hall like a trapped beast.
San Ya didn't make any sound of pain.
Not a single sound.
The entire delivery room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, except when the midwife was speaking.
This silence made Xiao Yan even more uneasy.
He hoped San Ya could scream out in pain.
But no.
His Jiaojiao is the most strong-willed.
At this time, Xiao Yan hated Liu Jian and the world's injustice to women even more.
——The pain of childbirth is borne by women alone, but the child must be given the father's surname and recognize the paternal inheritance.
It was not until noon the next day that the loud cry of a baby finally broke the tense silence.
After a long while, the door opened and Sui An came out holding a tiny baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, with a tired yet joyful smile on his face: "My Lord, please look, the third young lady has given birth to a little girl, and both mother and daughter are safe!"
Xiao Yan excitedly took the small swaddling clothes.
Looking down, the rosy, wrinkled face of the swaddled baby came into view.
At this moment, time seems to flow backwards.
Xiao Yan suddenly remembered the frail little girl who cried out, "Am I a bastard?" in the crude courtyard many years ago...
Now, his Jiaojiao has also become a mother.
Hot tears burst out without warning.
The inheritance of life touched the softest part of Xiao Yan's heart at this moment.
At this moment, the little baby in his arms actually trembled and opened a tiny slit of his eyes. Those ignorant and confused eyes seemed to really look at him.
Xiao Yan was so excited that he could hardly breathe, even his voice was trembling: "She...she looked at me, she looked at me!"
He subconsciously wanted to ask Sui'an to bring the child in to show San Ya, but before he could turn around, the little baby seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his eyelids slowly closed, and he fell into a deep sleep again.
The glance just now seemed to be just Xiao Yan's illusion.
Xiao Yan regarded this look as his granddaughter looking at him differently.
He likes this child.
Love the house and love the dog.
He named the child Xiao Zheng.
I wish her to be strong and vigorous in the future, and to be as brave, fearless, passionate and brilliant as her grandmother and mother.
After the name was decided, Xiao Yan really took over the task of taking care of Zheng Jie'er.
"It's most important that you take good care of yourself after the confinement period. Sister Zheng has me."
He did what he said. Except for feeding, when Sui An had to carry San Ya to her side, Xiao Yan did almost everything himself at other times, whether it was changing diapers, coaxing her to sleep, or holding her in the sun.
His movements were a little clumsy at first, but he soon became proficient. The hands that were used to holding swords were now able to serve the baby properly, and his care was full of infinite love.
For San Ya, the pain of childbirth was not as unbearable as the confinement period.
She was in good health, and within a few days she felt she had recovered. She had so much strength that she just wanted to rush out of the house, mount her horse, and go for a good run outside the city.
"Dad, I'm really fine. Please let me go out and get some fresh air, just for a while!" She begged more than once.
Xiao Yan, however, always had a stern face and refused to budge: "No. Have you forgotten what Divine Doctor Hu told you? The illness you suffer during the confinement period is a lifelong problem. Stay here honestly. When you recover, there will be a time for you to run away."
San Ya even started to urge him to return to Beijing: "Dad, you are the Minister of War, how can you leave Beijing for so long? There are so many important things waiting for you in Beijing! I can really take care of myself, and I have Sui'an to help me!"
Xiao Yan just glanced at her and said in an unquestionable tone: "No matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as you and your daughter. I will go back after you have finished your confinement peacefully."
A month passed, which was neither long nor short. Finally, on the morning of Xiao Zheng's full moon, San Ya felt like she had been "released from prison".
She woke up early, planning to go out for a ride today.
But I heard the very light footsteps of my father going to the next room.
She knew that he was going to see Sister Zheng.
After a while, the footsteps gently returned to her door and paused for a moment.
San Ya held her breath, thinking that her father would say something to her.
However, there was only a long silence outside the door.
Then, the footsteps finally sounded slowly, gradually moving farther and farther away, and stopped in the corridor.
"Sui'an, tell the third lady that I'm leaving."
Sui'an nodded.
"Take good care of her and the young lady."
Sui An quickly agreed.
Then he left.
He didn't disturb San Ya, and didn't even go in to say goodbye.
San Ya lay on the bed, listening to the footsteps disappearing in the morning light. Tears rolled down her face without warning, and she raised her hand to wipe them away.
She suddenly felt that she seemed to be slower than others.
When I was young, parting seemed normal to me; now that I am at this age, I truly tasted the bitterness of parting in this silent farewell.
It turns out that the heart can feel sour and the eyes can feel wet.
Dad protected her during her most vulnerable time in the most clumsy yet considerate way. Now that he has retired, he has returned the vast land of the Northwest to her.
It was silent when it came and it was still silent when it left.
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