905: Having a son in middle age
Zhou Ziheng remembered how he once envied his father-in-law for having a daughter like Xiaoye, so he replied:
"Hello, daughter. How about you?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet. Regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, they are all lives and deserve to be loved and respected. They will know that their parents love them and that they are welcome in this family. Because of them, our family is more complete, and our lives are more complete."
Zhou Ziheng was very moved after hearing this:
"Well said, my child is so lucky to have a mother like you."
Yu Xiaoye smiled again, snuggled into Zhou Ziheng's arms, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, Zhou Ziheng took Yu Xiaoye to the Yu family and told the good news to everyone in the Yu family.
When Xu Ying learned that her daughter was pregnant, she hugged her daughter and burst into tears:
"Our baby has grown up and is going to be a mother."
"Congratulations, you're going to be a grandmother."
Yu Jiahui also wiped away tears of excitement:
“I’m going to be a grandfather!”
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Thanks to the meticulous care of both families, Yu Xiaoye had a smooth pregnancy. At the turn of summer and autumn the following year, after graduating from university, she gave birth smoothly in a military hospital.
Gave birth to a boy.
Zhou Ziheng's dream of having a daughter was shattered, but the moment he saw his son in the delivery room, he couldn't help but shed tears.
This year, Zhou Ziheng was 37 years old and had a son in middle age.
Holding his son, he sat in front of the delivery bed, looking at his wife who was also in tears, and expressed his sincere gratitude:
"Thank you, Ono. You're amazing."
Yu Xiaoye looked at his tender son and murmured:
"I hope our son will be like his dad."
Zhou Ziheng first carried his newborn son out of the delivery room. As soon as he came out, the people waiting outside immediately surrounded the little guy.
"Let me take a look!"
"Let me see!"
"I want to see it too!"
"The little guy is really chubby, with a chubby face."
"Who does he look like, mom or dad?"
"I think she looks like her mother. Her mouth looks like her mother—"
At this point, the little one in the cradle actually grinned, as if laughing, and the crowd immediately burst into exclamations:
"Wow, look, he can actually laugh!"
"He actually laughed!"
"When I smile, I look more like my mother. My mother loves to smile. It's good to be like my mother. I look like my mother, smart and smiling. I am likable—"
Everyone was chattering about the newborn, but Xu Ying was the only one standing at the door of the delivery room, looking inside. She didn't see her daughter come out, and her heart was still hanging in the air. She had no intention of going to see her grandson.
When someone finally pushed Yu Xiaoye out in a wheelchair, Xu Ying smiled:
"Here it comes, it's out!"
When the people nearby heard that Yu Xiaoye had come out, they dispersed and gathered at the door of the delivery room to wait for Yu Xiaoye.
Yu Xiaoye was smiling, with none of the fatigue and weakness from postpartum motherhood. She looked more like a victorious warrior.
After the nurse pushed her out, she praised her admiringly:
"The mother was amazing. She gave birth to the baby without making a sound."
Xu Ying immediately stepped forward, held her daughter's face, and kissed her on the cheek:
"My Ono is awesome! Awesome!"
Zhuang Huaijian also touched his daughter-in-law's head and rubbed it gently:
"Xiao Ye, thank you for your hard work."
Back in the delivery room, in order not to disturb Yu Xiaoye's rest, Xu Ying drove everyone away, leaving only Zhuang Huaijian and Zhou Ziheng, mother and son.
Xu Ying visited her daughter and found that she was in good health, then went to see her newborn grandson.
He picked up his grandson, looked at his righteous face, and said:
"My dear in-laws, I think he looks more like dad. Look at his eyebrows, face shape and nose bridge. He looks just like dad. The only thing that looks like him is his mouth."
Zhuang Huaijian laughed and said:
"I think it's a combination of the best qualities of my parents."
"Oh my, that's incredible! If the advantages of both of them were combined, this child would definitely be a genius!"
"Hahahaha, we don't expect him to be a genius. We just want him to be an ordinary person and live a peaceful and healthy life. That would be enough for us."
"You are right, nothing is more important than safety and health."
Zhou Ziheng was making some brown sugar water on the side. When he heard the conversation between the two old ladies, he couldn't help but laugh.
He brought the brown sugar water to Yu Xiaoye and helped her sit up and drink the water.
Yu Xiaoye took a sip and asked:
"Are you disappointed that I didn't give you a daughter?"
"No, I'm not disappointed. As long as it's your child, everything is fine. The two old ladies are right. Health is the most important thing."
After Zhou Ziheng finished speaking, he stole a glance at the two old ladies. Seeing that they were not looking in his direction, he secretly kissed Yu Xiaoye hard on the lips. There was some brown sugar on Yu Xiaoye's lips, which tasted sweet.
Yu Xiaoye smiled secretly, then went to drink some brown sugar water.
After a short break, start breastfeeding your baby.
The moment her son opened his mouth wide and held her, Yu Xiaoye truly experienced for the first time how strong the "milk sucking" was.
So big that it makes me doubt my life.
The days of taking care of the mother and newborn are happy and busy. Zhou Ziheng took a month off to stay at home. When he is busy, he is even busier than at work.
They insisted on raising the child themselves and did not ask for help from anyone. They slept with the child by themselves at night. Zhou Ziheng was responsible for changing the child's diapers, and he also helped when Yu Xiaoye was feeding. He did everything by himself, including the confinement meals, which he also prepared personally.
He knew Yu Xiaoye's taste and appetite, and was afraid that if someone else cooked, the food would be too greasy and the portion would be too large, which would be a burden if the food could not be finished.
Because Zhou Ziheng was serious, responsible and well-organized, the family did not become busy because of the addition of a child. Instead, it brought infinite vitality and joy to the family.
The son's name was quickly decided and was given by his grandfather.
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On the day Yu Xiaoye became pregnant, Zhou Jingru started to name his grandson overnight. After thinking about it all night, he told his wife in the morning that if it was a boy, he would be named Ji Zheng and if it was a girl, he would be named Ji Hong, meaning to continue to carry forward the spirit of the Red Army's 25,000-mile Long March.
When Zhuang Huaijian heard his name, he shook his head:
"Young people will definitely have their own ideas about naming. As a grandfather, you'd better not worry about it. If they don't want to call you by that name, don't blame me for not reminding you if you get embarrassed later."
Zhou Jingru didn't listen to his wife. He still felt that his name was very good and meaningful. It could also represent their family's fine traditions and earnest expectations for their grandchildren. He couldn't wait to tell his son and daughter-in-law.
The two young men didn't say anything to his face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and seemed not to be very interested.
Zhou Jingru thought that it might be a failure.
Although his daughter-in-law didn't say anything, he knew that she was a very opinionated person. If she insisted on not calling the child by this name, he would have no choice because the child was born to her after all.
Zhou Jingru didn't have much hope.
However, things suddenly took a turn. After the child was born, when filling out the birth certificate, the name "Zhou Ji Zheng" was actually filled in. This made old man Zhou very happy. He praised his daughter-in-law for being filial and sensible, and told everyone that his grandson was named Ji Zheng. He gave the name to him to continue to carry forward the spirit of the Red Army's 25,000-mile Long March, and let his grandson remember that today's happy life is hard-won. It was paid for with blood by the older generation, and he should cherish everything created for him by his parents today.
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