"Oh, look, I even specially prepared a nest for it, are you leaving?"
Sheng Liancheng glanced at the large flower basket he had specially woven from willow branches in the corner of the yard.
That basket is much bigger than the one we used when Little Yellow Milk Flower was born. We're just waiting for Flower Flower to give birth so we can take the basket inside, put things on it, and let the mother and her babies use it.
Unexpectedly, Hua Hua didn't give birth at home and left, leaving Sheng Liancheng somewhat disappointed.
"It's alright, Hua Hua will come back," Sheng Xiping said with great certainty.
Hua Hua is practically a genius; she knows to go back to her parents' home to rest during her pregnancy, and she'll definitely come back to have her postpartum confinement after giving birth.
"I hope so. I hope Hua Hua can give birth to the baby smoothly and that nothing unexpected happens."
People can develop feelings for animals after spending a lot of time together, and Zhang Shuzhen is particularly worried about Huahua right now.
"Daddy, tiger, waaaah!"
As they were talking, Sheng Xinhua led Sheng Xinyu out of the house. Sheng Xinyu came up to Sheng Xiping and imitated what Hua Hua had done earlier.
"Xinyu, did the big tiger scare you just now?" Sheng Xiping squatted down, patted his son's head, and asked softly.
"No, my head hurts and my stomach hurts." Sheng Xinyu shook his head, his pure eyes clear and innocent, unaware of the ways of the world.
Children's hearts are pure and beautiful, and their feelings are more direct, which is why Sheng Xinyu said, "My head hurts and my stomach hurts."
"Xinhua, what about you? Were you scared?" Sheng Xiping turned his head to look at his eldest son.
Sheng Xinhua shook his head, "Dad, it's okay, Huahua didn't scare us on purpose."
These two brothers are both very close to Huahua and they're very protective of her.
"Alright, now that you two are back, you can look after the kids. I'll go cook some dishes."
Zhang Shuzhen was so worried about Huahua that she didn't feel like cooking.
It was almost time for school to let out, and Sheng Xitai, who was at a crucial stage of growth, kept saying he was hungry as soon as he walked in the door. If I didn't cook soon, he'd be running late.
So the three generations of the family rested in the shade of the yard, and Zhang Shuzhen quickly started cooking.
Before long, the food was ready, and then a series of hurried footsteps could be heard outside. Sheng Xitai rushed in from outside.
"Mom, is dinner ready yet? I'm starving."
The Sheng family lived well, and Sheng Xitai had a big appetite; at only fourteen years old, he was already 1.7 meters tall.
This guy could only sit in the last row of their class, and he was also quite strong. Nobody in the school dared to mess with him.
"Hungry, hungry, hungry, all I know is hunger. I don't say anything else all day long. I'm hungry when I wake up in the morning, I'm hungry when I come home from school at noon, and I'm hungry again when I come home from school in the afternoon."
"You have nothing else to do all day, right?" The Sheng Yunfang and Sheng Yunfei sisters also stepped into the room. Sheng Yunfang glared at her younger brother and scolded him.
"Why don't you help Mom out? If you can't cook, can't you at least serve the food?"
"She keeps complaining of being hungry; people who don't know better would think we're raising a pig." Sheng Yunfei chimed in.
Sheng Xitai, who is a domineering and authoritarian figure at school, has no temper at all with his two older sisters.
After being scolded by her two older sisters, she could only listen obediently, quickly wash her hands, and help her mother serve the meal.
The Sheng sisters washed their hands and helped set the table with the food. The family then sat down to eat.
"Brother Xiping, Brother Xiping, look! My article has been published in the magazine."
The Sheng family was having dinner when they heard someone shouting outside.
Sheng Xiping peeked out the window and saw Chen Weimin walk in excitedly, holding a book in his hand.
"Oh, Weimin's here. Have you eaten yet? Come sit down and eat." Sheng Liancheng saw that it was Chen Weimin and hurriedly invited him to sit down and eat.
"Grandpa, I'm not eating anymore. I came to see Brother Xiping."
At this point, Chen Weimin was too preoccupied to eat and quickly handed the magazine in his hand to Sheng Xiping.
"Brother, look! My article has been published here. This is a magazine from the capital, not one of those published by our bureau."
This is my article. Also, this is a letter from the magazine, and a money order too.
Sheng Xiping picked up the magazine and looked at it. Wow, it's the bimonthly magazine "October." It's a well-known large-scale magazine in China.
"Minko, it's amazing that you were able to publish an article in 'October'."
Following Chen Weimin's directions, Sheng Xiping found an article signed "Son of the Forest," the first issue of the novella "Snow Covers the Mountains and Rivers."
"I have to thank Brother Xiping for this. If it weren't for your constant encouragement and support, I wouldn't have been able to write these articles at all."
My sister-in-law, Xikang, and Xi'an also went to great lengths to help me find submission addresses for magazines from all over the country.
Without their help, even if I wanted to write and was able to, I don't know what the point of writing it would be.
Chen Weimin was very excited, and as he spoke, tears almost welled up in his eyes.
"Oh dear, look, you're the one saying this. You still have to be capable yourself. If you don't have that ability, it's useless for us to help you."
The fact that a magazine in the capital city can publish your article is an affirmation of your writing skills and talent.
"Minzi, congratulations! You've finally made it through this time." Sheng Xiping smiled and patted Chen Weimin on the shoulder, genuinely happy for him.
Last year, after Chen Weimin returned home with a prosthetic leg, the bureau specially approved a temporary worker position for him, arranging for him to teach music and art at the school. When the union needed help, they would also ask Chen Weimin to assist.
However, due to Chen Weimin's physical disability, no agricultural or forestry workers were recruited last year, and his temporary job is unlikely to be replaced by a permanent one in the foreseeable future.
Fortunately, Chen Weimin has become much more resilient after experiencing so much, and he devotes himself to writing every day in his spare time.
During the Spring Festival, Sheng Xikang and his team brought back submission methods for magazines from the provincial capital and the capital.
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