"Don't give up. Think about Changqing. He is watching you from heaven."
Xihe's breath caught in her throat. She looked at Zhou Qing in disbelief, staring at her intently: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Qing wore a mask, revealing a pair of clear and gentle eyes, her eyes red. "This is the only proof that Changqing is still alive. Xiaohe, promise me, be strong and give birth to the child."
She gently wiped the sweat from Xihe's face with her hand and tucked her wet hair behind her ears. However, Xihe shuddered, as if a poisonous snake was licking her skin.
Xihe closed his eyes and warned in a cold voice, "Keep a close eye on Zhou Qing!"
Gouzi nodded immediately: "Leave it to me!"
Xihe grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, bit the white cloth on his mouth, and exerted force as Old Lady Xia shouted.
"Almost there, almost there, try harder!"
I don’t know how long it took, but just when Xihe was about to be exhausted, suddenly, his stomach felt empty and something slipped out.
"It's born, it's born, it's a boy!"
Old Lady Xia laughed out loud.
Xihe loosened his grip and a smile appeared on his face.
Old Mrs. Xia quickly ran over and wiped her sweat happily, feeling distressed and relieved: "Our Xiaohe is really amazing. She gave birth to a big fat boy."
Xihe couldn't help teasing her: "If it's a girl, would grandma not like her?"
Old Lady Xia immediately glared at her and poked her forehead: "Bah, nonsense, aren't you just a girl? When have I ever been mean to you?"
Xihe's heart suddenly felt warm, and she smiled: "Grandma, you are so kind."
Old Mrs. Xia giggled like an old hen.
Mother Ji also wrapped the child and held him up to Xihe. "He's so pretty, just like Changqing when he was little. When he grows up, he'll definitely be as successful as his father."
Xihe took a look, sucked his little hands, and his face was wrinkled, like a little old man.
He was wrapped in a piece of colorful cloth, which Old Lady Xia had collected from every family. It was finely crafted and felt soft to the touch, perfect for a child's delicate skin.
She smiled and said, "When Changqing comes back, we'll give him a name. For now, let's call him Xiaobao."
Ji's mother nodded repeatedly and called "Xiaobao" over and over again.
Zhou Qing, who was at the foot of the bed, had a flash of light in his eyes and lowered his head.
Xihe glanced at her, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and he looked away, watching the two old people teasing the baby in various ways.
During the confinement period, Xihe stayed in bed all the time.
Old Mrs. Xia kept staring at her, not allowing her to take a shower or wash her hair. Xihe felt like she was stinking to death.
The little guy changes every day. Except for the first few days when he looked like a little monkey, he became more and more beautiful. His black little eyes were clearly black and white, and he would scream "Ahhh" when he saw anyone.
Ji's mother loves him so much that she is extremely happy to wipe his poop and change his pee every day.
Xihe was amused. He looked away and out the window. The leaves were already lush. Suddenly, a tall figure flashed past the window...
Her heart was pounding and she sat up subconsciously.
Old Lady Xia quickly held her down: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You can't get out of bed now!"
Boom boom boom.
There was a knock on the door.
Old Lady Xia glanced back and warned Xihe, "Don't come down." She turned to open the door, muttering, "Your Fatty Aunt said last night that she would make dumplings today. I guess she's here to deliver the dumplings..."
He opened the door and stared at the person outside, and the sound stopped abruptly.
The man was wearing casual clothes and had a scar on his brow bone. He was darker and thinner, and his temperament became more fierce, making it almost unrecognizable.
He called out, "Milk."
His eyes fell directly on the person on the bed.
Xihe's eyes suddenly turned red and she opened her hands.
Ji Changqing dropped the luggage in his hand. He strode towards the bed and, ignoring the smell on her body, hugged her tightly, wishing he could hold her in his arms.
Xihe hugged the person tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Mother Ji and Old Lady Xia looked at each other, carried the child out of the door, and gently closed the door.
Ji's mother was very excited. Her son was fine! How great!
Old Mrs. Xia also wiped her eyes. Oh, she can finally sleep well from now on!
In the room, Ji Changqing finally let go of Xihe. He greedily scanned her little face with his eyes, then leaned over and kissed her.
Xihe put her arms around his neck and responded with her eyes closed.
They greedily absorbed each other's warmth, as if this was the only way to confirm that this person was by their side.
Feeling the wetness on his face, Xihe opened his eyes. Ji Changqing turned away, and when he turned back, only his eyes were red. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm back late."
Xihe was heartbroken: "It's not too late, not too late at all!"
Ji Changqing smiled and looked at her belly, almost not daring to reach out and touch it, feeling distressed: "Does it hurt?"
Xihe shook his head and stroked the scar on his brow: "How about you? Does it hurt?"
Ji Changqing also shook his head: "I'm afraid you'll feel pain."
They both smiled at the same time, but with tears in their eyes.
Xihe held the man's face and kissed him inch by inch, tears rolling down her cheeks: "You scared me to death."
What Zhou Qing said in the delivery room almost cost her life. If she hadn't been rational, she would have gone crazy. She really couldn't imagine what she would do if something happened to him.
Xihe felt sore and painful in her heart, and couldn't help crying out loud: "Don't do this again in the future."
She could see the look in Bai Lan's eyes and Ji's mother's worry, but she couldn't show anything.
She had to pretend to be very happy and have full confidence in him.
Only in the dead of night could she reveal her emotions.
Because Changqing died in the second century, she didn't know if the same mistake would happen again this time.
Ji Changqing hugged the person in his arms again and said sorry over and over again.
After the two of them calmed down, Ji's mother and Old Lady Xia finally came back with the child.
Ji Changqing had changed out of his coat and put on a white shirt. He had handsome features, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his forearms were muscular.
He looked at his newly born son and felt a little helpless.
Ji's mother held back her laughter and handed Xiaobao to him: "It's okay, Xiaobao is very good. Hold him like this, and I will teach you."
Ji Changqing took it stiffly. His hands had clearly held guns and resisted artillery fire, but now, holding his son, he was so scared that he broke into a sweat, fearing that he would accidentally crush the fragile baby to death.
The little guy just woke up and found that the person holding him was a stranger, but he didn't feel shy.
“Ahhhh!”
Waving little arms.
Ji Changqing subconsciously looked at his mother.
Mother Ji smiled and said, "She must be hungry. Take her to feed Xiao He."
Ji Changqing hurriedly carried his son over stiffly, taking each step carefully. Only after handing him over to his wife did he help but let out a sigh of relief.
Then I looked at my son and saw that the little guy was holding milk in both hands and drinking it with big gulps.
Under the soft light, the white is dazzling.
Xihe's face turned red when she was stared at, and she couldn't help but move her body to block his gaze.
Ji Changqing was stunned and his handsome face turned red. Fortunately, he was in a darker color now, so it was not obvious. It was just that his back looked a little embarrassed as he turned around in a hurry.
Xihe curled her red lips and leaned over to kiss her son's fair and tender face.
"The baby is so good."
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