Lin Yan felt like he hadn't slept for long when he was awakened by the intermittent crying of a baby. He struggled to open his sore eyes and didn't realize where he was for a moment.
When the continuous crying on the right side became louder, he realized that he had just given birth. He supported his body, which was still in pain, and moved to his feet. Just as he was about to reach out and hold the child, Zhou Chunlan pushed open the door and came in.
"Oh, my grandson is crying. Come, let grandma hold him." Zhou Chunlan handed the brown sugar egg in her hand to Lin Yan, reached out to hold the child and coax him.
"Brother Yan, eat something quickly. You must be hungry. Brother Yu didn't even remember to cook for you. He's feeling upset." Zhou Chunlan urged.
Lin Yan's face was still pale. He smiled weakly when he heard this. "Don't blame him. After so many things happened, he was also scared."
Zhou Chunlan wanted to ask something but didn't dare, fearing that Lin Yan would be upset. After hesitating for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan, what about the other child..."
Lin Yan lowered his head and ate eggs, tears unconsciously dripping into the bowl. He sniffed and said, "If he really can't be saved, then just assume he's dead."
Zhou Chunlan was heartbroken, but she didn't dare show it in front of Lin Yan, the father of the child. She had to be strong now and be the backbone of Yan Ge'er. The baby in her arms stopped crying and smiled at her. Zhou Chunlan sorted out her emotions and held the child in front of Lin Yan, "Look, the little guy is smiling."
Lin Yan raised the bowl and drank the last bit of brown sugar, then put the bowl on the bedside, took the child, stared at his little face intently, raised his hand and poked it gently, it was so soft.
"Oh, he might be hungry. Is there any goat milk in the kitchen?"
"Yes, I'll get it."
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Zhao Shiyun, like a lost soul, fell down and sat down at the door of the clinic holding the baby in his arms. The cleaning boy couldn't bear to look at him, so he turned his head away, not wanting to look at the little baby in his arms.
Li Yuemei felt even more unacceptable as she watched her son. She clenched her fists, her heart aching. She sat down on the steps, occasionally reaching out to hold the child's cold hand. Her tears never stopped. Passersby glanced at her with sympathy. Li Yuemei knew she was in a state of disarray, but she didn't care.
After sitting like this for half an hour, Li Yuemei said in a hoarse voice, "Son, let's go back. Brother Yan is still waiting at home."
No matter how much she didn't want to accept it, it was a fait accompli, and Li Yuemei had to remind Zhao Shiyun. Zhao Shiyun seemed to have just come to his senses. He looked down at his child, wanting to cry but finding his tears had dried up. He stammered for a long time, and finally said in a tearful voice, "Okay, let's go back."
Li Yuemei took the child. Zhao Shiyun stood up, but his vision went dark. He held onto the pillar to prevent himself from falling. Li Yuemei was anxious and asked, "Son, are you okay?"
Zhao Shiyun shook his head, thinking he had been sitting for too long, and stood up suddenly. "Ah, I'm fine. Go sit on the donkey cart first. I'll go ask the doctor something."
Zhao Shiyun returned to the clinic and consulted Dr. Bai about how to take care of his premature baby, what he should pay attention to in terms of eating and drinking, whether premature babies need to take medicine, etc.
Doctor Bai paused, then remembered that her husband was a twin. "Premature babies often have congenital deficiencies and will need careful care." She took out a pen and paper and wrote a prescription, the ink smearing across the paper. "Cook porridge with astragalus and codonopsis, half a cup daily..."
The cold wind was still howling. On the way back, Zhao Shiyun and Li Yuemei were silent. Their eyes were empty and desperate. Zhao Shiyun was even afraid. He was afraid of going home, afraid of seeing Yan Ge'er, and afraid of not knowing how to explain it to him.
No matter how scared he was, an hour later, the donkey cart finally arrived at the village, and the door of his home was right in front of him. The donkey cart stopped at the door, and Zhao Shiyun stared at the yard in a daze. It was Yu Ge'er who heard the sound and came out to greet him. He asked with a hint of anticipation: "Brother, Ah Mo, you are back? How are you? Where is the child?"
Before Zhao Shiyun could say anything, Zhou Chunlan followed him out. Seeing their distraught appearance, her heart tightened and she asked in a trembling voice, "How is the child...how is the child?"
Li Yuemei slowly got out of the car. Zhou Chunlan saw her red eyes from crying, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked towards her arms. Li Yuemei handed the already cold child to Zhou Chunlan, crying, "My dear, the child..."
Zhou Chunlan reached out to touch the child's face, her hands trembling, tears streaming down her face like a flood. She hugged the child tightly, sobbing, "My grandson, why is your life so miserable..." Yu Ge'er and Zhao Qiming also wiped tears from their eyes. In the end, Li Yuemei, worried about being seen by the villagers, pushed everyone into the yard and closed the door.
Inside the house, Lin Yan seemed to have foreseen it. He heard Amo's crying from afar. He bit his lip and wiped his tears with one hand to prevent them from dripping on the child. Soon, the door opened and Zhao Shiyun was standing at the door. Lin Yan looked up, but he couldn't see clearly against the light, but he knew that his eyes must be red.
"Brother Shiyun..." Lin Yan shouted in a trembling voice. Zhao Shiyun strode to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to wipe his tears, and looked down at the child. He was really small and wrinkled. Zhao Shiyun wanted to smile at him, but he couldn't.
"Brother Shiyun, I want to see the child..." Lin Yan requested. Zhao Shiyun couldn't bear to let him see his dead child, but he was afraid that Lin Yan would regret it for the rest of his life. Just when he didn't know what to do, Zhou Chunlan came in holding the child. Even though she knew it was against the rules, if she didn't let Lin Yan see the child, Lin Yan would remember it for the rest of his life.
Lin Yan put the sleeping child in his arms aside, and Zhou Chunlan put the other child in his hands. Looking at the child's closed eyes and purple skin, Lin Yan's tears flowed even harder, feeling that all the tears in his life would be shed today. Yes, who wouldn't be sad? Looking at Lin Yan holding the child and crying heart-wrenchingly, Zhou Chunlan turned her face away, her throat seemed to be blocked by a cotton ball. For a moment, the crying in the house and the cold wind intertwined, telling of this family's endless grief and despair.
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