"Premature birth?" Shen Mo was shocked. "Aunt Liu, a premature baby, will it...will it be bad? Will it be weak? Will it be hard to raise?"
She thought of the little kitten that almost froze to death in the snow, so fragile.
What if her baby was born prematurely and had congenital defects? This thought made her nervous.
Aunt Liu saw that she was frightened and quickly tried to make amends:
"Oh, look at my mouth! It's not absolute! They are full-term twins, healthy! I'm just reminding you to pay more attention and be prepared..."
"Besides, you are a doctor, and your teacher is also a doctor. This kind of thing will not happen."
Just at this moment, Lu Qingyang came back from outside and noticed the unusual low pressure in the room as soon as he entered the door.
Shen Mo sat on the edge of the kang, stroking the kitten's back.
"What's wrong?" Lu Qingyang took off his cold coat, walked to Shen Mo, and naturally stretched out his hand to cover her bulging belly, feeling the strong fetal movement under his palm, "Who made our minister unhappy?"
Shen Mo raised her head and saw Lu Qingyang's calm and concerned eyes. The worry in her heart suddenly surged up: "Qingyang, Aunt Liu said that twins are most likely to be born prematurely... Premature babies... Will their health be much worse? I'm so scared..."
Since she became pregnant, her personality has become softer and more sentimental.
Aunt Liu quickly said, "I just mentioned it a little too much. I asked Xiaomo to be more careful."
Lu Qingyang did not blame Aunt Liu, because he knew that she was also concerned.
"Xiao Mo, what Aunt Liu said is a possibility, but not a certainty. This does not mean that premature babies are necessarily unhealthy. There are many factors that determine the baby's health: nutrition during pregnancy, the mother's physical condition, the baby's own vitality, and... care after birth!"
He held Shen Mo's hand tightly, "Look at our kitten. When we first picked it up, it was almost frozen to death, but now it's alive and kicking. What did it rely on? It was the timely rescue and careful feeding!"
놛 pointed at Shen Mo's belly: "Our two babies, have been well-nourished since they were conceived, right? Whatever you eat and drink, I carefully selected it for you? You have made up for all kinds of nutrients, right? You have a good physical foundation, and you have been doing proper exercise, right?"
Shen Mo listened to the clear and logical analysis, her panicked heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she nodded subconsciously.
놛 paused and said: "땤Besides, 놋I'm here, don't be afraid."
These words calmed Shen Mo down.
"You're right, I think too much."
Lu Qingyang calculated the time and felt that it was about time to go back after the New Year.
…
Beijing, Fang family.
Ever since Mr. Fang came back from the production team, he has liked to talk about those days and has never forgotten them.
"...You don't know," the old man took a sip of tea and couldn't help but start talking again, with an endless aftertaste on his face, "Qingyang is a really capable kid! The canned food, biscuits, malted milk I brought... Hey, when they got there, they just became decorations! Guess what? What good stuff is there in his body?"
Fang Zhongwen, who was sitting nearby reading a newspaper, raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and showed a hint of disapproval:
"Dad, you're here again. What good things can be found in the deep forests of the Northeast, with all the ice and snow? There are only some hard-frozen wild vegetables and fruits, and at most some game, but they are also very fishy and difficult to swallow if not properly prepared. You brought all the fine things, why would you waste them?"
"Hey! Zhongwen, you are just ignorant!" When Grandpa Fang heard what his son said, he immediately sat up straight, his eyes wide open, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Do you think it's still the same miserable production team as before? We in Qingyang have taken care of everything! You haven't seen the scene!"
The old man became interested, put down his teacup, and counted on his fingers:
“That vegetable greenhouse! In the middle of winter, the spinach and Chinese cabbage are so green and juicy, even more vibrant than those grown in our greenhouse!
That was built brick by brick by Qingyang and his members! And the pigsty! There are hundreds of fat pigs, fat and strong! When I left, one had just been killed, and the meat, when stewed, filled the yard with fragrance!
And the water that bloomed in the back is so black that it drips oil! Whatever you plant grows! Qingyang also used that... biogas slurry composting method to turn the wasteland into fertile land! Not to mention those iron oxen that turned the water and broke the soil faster than dozens of strong laborers! "
The old man concluded his speech: "My grandson is amazing! No matter where he is, he can always live a prosperous life! This is real ability!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his face flushed. "The little things I brought back would not even get a place at other people's places! The deer soup that Qingyang stewed for me was so delicious! The fried diced wild rabbit was spicy and satisfying! And the pheasant stewed with mushroom vermicelli... Tsk tsk, that taste is beyond compare! The little things I brought back were a waste, what else would it be? The good things in the house were all found by 놋 and arranged clearly!"
Fang Zhongwen looked at his father's "my grandson is the best in the world" look, shook his head helplessly, but couldn't help but curled up a smile at the corner of his mouth.
I know that my mother really likes and appreciates Qingyang, and I am sincerely happy for Qingyang's success in such a difficult environment.
But as a parent, deep down, I still hope that my child can be with me.
Besides, this is a child who has been lost for many years.
After the old man sighed, he seemed to remember something, picked up the calendar on the small table next to him, squinted his eyes and carefully calculated the days.
"Counting it up... Xiaomo's twins are now... more than six months old, right?" The old man muttered to himself, frowning slightly, "In the Northeast, it's the coldest time of the year. Water freezes into ice..."
놛's eyes turned to the window.
The sky in the capital was also gray, with tiny snowflakes floating in the air.
"It's so cold, and Xiaomo has such a big belly, it's inconvenient for her to move." The old man said worriedly: "No matter how capable Qingyang is, it's hard for him to take care of a pregnant woman, let alone twins. Don't let her get cold or tired..."
Fang Zhongwen comforted him in a gentle voice: "Dad, don't worry too much. Qingyang is a very good child. Since he can run the production team so well, he can definitely take good care of his wife. Look, doesn't he write to you regularly to report that he is safe? Didn't he say in the last letter that everything is fine and asked you not to worry?"
I was just worried that the orderly Xiao Zong had delivered another package.
“A package from the Northeast!”
"It's from the Northeast, so it must be sent by Qingyang! Open it and see what it is?" Old Master Fang was excited.
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