"So, I am your spring. When I come, your good days will come," Mei Ya held his face, her eyes full of warm smiles. "Zhong Mingwei, you are also my spring. When I saw you, I, a thin and ugly withered sapling, finally took root and sprouted, and then became your Mei Ya girl. Hey, is this what you mean?"
"You are only half right," Zhong Mingwei's eyes were a little hot. But he couldn't help laughing. While rubbing Meiya's pigtails with his hands, he said softly, "Last spring, in Ningguta, there were two lonely trees. They met each other, and then they took root and sprouted together. Their roots intertwined in the soil, and their branches held each other in the clouds. They gradually grew into a husband and wife tree, and later, they bloomed and bore fruit, and many small buds emerged from the ground, which must be very beautiful..."
"Zhong Mingwei, you, you really want a baby, right?" Meiya's face turned red when she said this, but she looked at Zhong Mingwei bravely. It's not that Meiya has not thought about this question. Zhong Mingwei is already 33 years old and is no longer young and frivolous. Ordinary people of this age are grandfathers.
"Yes," Zhong Mingwei also looked at Mei Ya and nodded openly. He had wanted a child before. At that time, he urgently needed a grandson to add bricks and tiles to himself. As for who the mother of the child was, he didn't really care. But now, he also wanted a child, but he only wanted Mei Ya to be the mother of his child. He especially wanted to see what his and Mei Ya's child looked like, and especially wanted to live such an ordinary and sweet life with the mother and child. He looked at Mei Ya's shy and blushing face, and his old heart was sweetened. He leaned over and kissed Mei Ya's slightly dry lips. Somehow, he suddenly smiled again, and his eyes were covered with fine lines. "But, I don't want it. I'm especially afraid that after giving birth to a baby, you won't have room for me. You will definitely stare at the baby all day long. Even if you pinch a little rabbit, I'm afraid it will be for the baby, not for me."
"You're such a grown-up, why are you still jealous of... a little kid?" Meiya found his expression funny, but also very embarrassed. She covered her mouth with her hands and laughed, while nudging the man with her elbow, "He's not your own child, how can you be a father like this?"
"I don't care. I'm just jealous. Even my own kid won't do," Zhong Mingwei grumbled. He gritted his teeth as he spoke. "No, I'll have another kid in a few years. Otherwise, I won't be able to live like this anymore."
"This..." Meiya was a little embarrassed to speak. After a long while, she blushed and asked in a low voice, "Don't other people have babies as soon as they get married? Are you... planning to marry me in a few years?"
"No," Zhong Mingwei was startled. The thirty-something man felt a little embarrassed at this time. He leaned close to Mei Ya's ear and whispered, "When the time comes, I'll ask Mr. Gu to prescribe some medicine for me. After taking it, I can... I can not have a child for now, and it won't affect the harmony of our yin and yang..."
"You...you...shut up!" The next second, Mei Ya suddenly pushed Zhong Mingwei away, holding the dumplings on the tray, got off the bed in a hurry, pushed the door open and left.
"Girl, the stove is right in the house, where are you taking it?" Zhong Mingwei stared at the door, rubbing his nose and muttering softly. Then, through the crack of the window, he saw his little girl standing blankly in the yard with a tray of glutinous rice balls. Zhong Mingwei tapped the windowsill leisurely with his fingers, and said a little arrogantly, "Hmph, where are you going, little girl? You have to come back to me obediently soon, right?"
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The tenth day of the third month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
Since March, the weather in Ningguta has become warmer. Even though it is still covered with snow outside, the icicles on the eaves have begun to melt.
After breakfast, Gu Changlin was pounding plaster in the outer hall. Zhong Mingwei's knee had gotten much better, with skin and flesh growing back. Now he no longer needed to wrap it with gauze. He only needed to apply the plaster a few times a day. Mei Ya sat on the side and helped Gu Changlin.
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