As the night grew deeper, the road outside the house became unclear. Zhu Cuilan walked hurriedly at noon. It was hot at that time, and she was wearing thin clothes. If the cold wind blew at night, she might get sick.
Yang Donghu couldn't sit still at home, so he simply took his clothes and went out with Zhao Luochuan.
Zhao Fangchu didn't want to be alone, so he followed.
The door of Yun Qiao's house was not closed. Women were coming in and out of the yard carrying water. There were two or three people standing in the yard, all of them were girls and boys who were anxiously waiting for news but could not go in. The one standing in the middle was a young girl who was pacing around in the yard anxiously.
Yun Miao is Yun Qiao's biological sister and an unmarried girl. She and Yun Qiao have always had a deep relationship, but at this critical moment she cannot enter the inner room and can only listen to Yun Qiao's shrill screams in the yard.
Yun Qiao had been giving birth for almost seven or eight hours and the baby was still not born. The longer it took, the more distressing it became. Yun Miao was so distressed that she was about to cry, but she didn't dare to cry out loud for fear of bringing bad luck.
Yunqiao's husband was waiting anxiously at the door. Every time Yunqiao called out, his face turned paler.
Yang Donghu couldn't help much, so he didn't go in to cause trouble. The three of them found an inconspicuous place and waited quietly. They were not far away and could still hear Yun Qiao's shouts clearly.
This was the first time that Yang Donghu experienced the pain of childbirth so vividly. As Yun Qiao's cries became weaker and weaker, he felt a wave of weakness in his heart.
Zhao Fangchu tightly grasped Yang Donghu's arm, his face showing panic: "Brother Dong."
Yang Donghu couldn't think of any words to comfort him, so he could only pat his hand, and then there was silence.
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