Rebirth of the Wild Age

Giving birth is a tormenting process. After Lin Zhuoyun was pushed into the waiting room, Song Weiyang called to inform both parents. However, when the elders flew over from Xikang, Editor-in-Chief Lin was still waiting for labor.

Song Weiyang wanted the doctor to have an autotomy several times, but the doctor always suggested a natural delivery.

This process lasted for more than 10 hours. From the time Lin Zhuoyun felt abdominal pain, it took nearly 30 hours in total.

In the aisle outside the delivery room, Guo Xiaolan and Lin's mother were doing daily chores, turning their heads to peek inside from time to time. Song Shumin and Lin's father smoked in the toilet. Men are always more nervous, and even have the mood to discuss current affairs and politics.

Doudou came over for three hours after school, and also made two practice papers in the aisle. Around 10 o'clock in the evening, Song Weiyang asked the driver to take Doudou back. After all, he had to get up early to go to school tomorrow.

Xiao Ruoxi also had classes, so she didn't come to Shenghai. She is more than 4 years old and is currently in kindergarten, temporarily being looked after by her sister-in-law at home.

"Lin Zhuoyun's family!" The nurse suddenly opened the door.

"I am!"

Not only did Song Weiyang move over immediately, but the parents of both sides immediately surrounded the nurse.

"Mother and child are safe, the baby weighs six catties and six taels," the nurse ordered, "Two relatives can come in, preferably the husband and the female relatives."

Song Weiyang and his mother-in-law quickly changed into sanitary clothes and went in. The former helped push the movable bed, and the latter was responsible for packing up the belongings of the parturient.

The child was held by a nurse, and when he heard the noise, he immediately rolled his eyes. It was obviously impossible to see clearly, but it still seemed to be making eye contact with Song Weiyang.

Lin Zhuoyun's whole body was drenched with sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and she asked palely, "Is the child beautiful?"

"Very beautiful," Song Weiyang turned around and took Lin Zhuoyun's hand, smiling and consolingly, "The eyes are open, especially aura, and the skin is smooth."

Lin Zhuoyun squeezed out a tired smile: "My cousin lied to me, she said that the baby was ugly when she was born, and her skin was wrinkled like a mouse."

The nurse suddenly smiled and interjected: "Your child was born a week past the due date, and has developed very well in the mother's womb, so she was born very beautiful."

Lin's mother held her daughter's water glass and changed clothes in her hand, cooperated with the nurse to carry the baby to the mobile hospital bed, and said with a smile on her face: "Xiaoyun, look how much the baby looks like you, the eyes are watery will all shine."

Lin Zhuoyun turned her head to look at the baby beside the pillow, but the child suddenly closed her eyes, as if she was too tired and wanted to sleep. She said with a wry smile: "Don't give mother face, I fell asleep when I saw him."

Song Weiyang worked with the nurses to push the hospital bed out of the delivery room. Song Shumin and Lin's father immediately surrounded him, but all their attention was focused on the child.

The child was washed by the nurse and put on beautiful little clothes. Lin Zhuoyun was also pushed back to the private room, where her mother-in-law and mother helped to wipe her body and put on a clean hospital gown.

When women are busy, men are not idle.

The two in-laws, Song Shumin and Lin's father, are having a heated dispute over the name of the child.

Song Shumin's education is not high, just graduated from junior high school, and he became an educated youth before finishing high school. But he insisted on self-study for many years. When the college entrance examination was just resumed, his scores even reached the admission line of key universities, but he was rejected because he failed the political examination. Song Shumin likes to read all kinds of miscellaneous books, not to mention how in-depth research on the classics and history subsets, but at least he has read the "Twenty-Four Histories", and he has also dabbled in the Four Books and Five Classics.

Lin's father belongs to the older generation of intellectuals. He is a retired professor who knows English and Russian, and he transferred from engineering to Marxism-Leninism philosophy. But he also read "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic" when he was a child, and then he received a pure Western education, and he really didn't know much about traditional Chinese culture. In that special era, he was not allowed to delve into ancient books and classics, and "Das Kapital" was enough to study for a lifetime.

"I think it should be called Song Zhengyang," said Lin's father, "Be an upright person and do things aboveboard!"

Song Shumin said speechlessly: "This name is too common. Besides, we have an old leader named Fan Zhengyang, and my grandson is named Song Zhengyang. It sounds awkward no matter what."

Lin's father said: "Then call Song Zhenhua, revitalize China!"

"It's too old-fashioned," Song Shumin complained, "My in-laws, back then you named your two daughters Wanzi and Zhuo Yun, which sounds better than Zhenhua. Your ability to name names has obviously deteriorated."

Father Lin was speechless for a moment, because the names of the two daughters were all given by his wife back then. As a wife, he was strict and had no right to speak.

Father Lin thought for a moment, then said again: "Then Song Yuanbo is going to have a great future, a broad mind, and profound knowledge!"

Song Shumin could only secretly rejoice that this father-in-law was quite reliable, and he didn't use any passer-by names like "Shengli" and "Zhiqiang". He said rather tiredly: "I think it would be good to be called Song Jingyuan. Tranquility leads to far-reaching. I hope the child will be quieter and not jump out like his father."

Lin's father sneered and said, "I thought your level is so high, you can't be better than me after a long time. A boy's name should be more generous. Song Jingyuan thought it was a little girl when he heard it. You can choose your name, but I have a request, it must be masculine, majestic, and positive!"

Song Shumin thought about it for a long time: "How about Song Jingxing? It comes from "The Book of Songs Xiaoya": the high mountain stops when you look up, and the scenery stops. Sima Qian also said: "The high mountain stops when you look up, and the scenery stops. Although you can't reach it, you still yearn for it." "

"I don't understand the ancient Chinese, please speak the plain language!" Father Lin said depressedly.

Father Lin naturally knew and understood the idiom "High Mountain Yang Zhi", but "Jing Xing Xing Zhi" really didn't know what it meant.

Song Shumin patiently explained: "'Jing' can be understood as upright, broad, flat, and bright, and 'xing' means the road. 'Jing Xing' literally means a wide and flat road, which is a metaphor for being upright, and the extended meaning is A gentleman has a noble character, and it is the kind of noble character that Sima Qian said, "Although I can't reach it, I yearn for it". At the same time, I also hope that my child will be successful in the future, not to go astray, and to walk on the right path for the rest of his life. on the smooth road."

Father Lin savored it over and over again, finally nodded and said: "Well, this name is barely acceptable, and the in-laws' ancient prose skills are indeed quite good."

Song Weiyang was also busy in the ward at this time, the imported vacuum breast pump was useless at all, he had to use his mouth to help his wife suck the colostrum. After working hard for 20 minutes, his cheeks were sore, Song Weiyang finally felt that something was sucked into his mouth, and then he was so disgusted that he almost spat it out.

After everything was done, Song Weiyang came back from the toilet, took the breast pump and said, "The market prospect of this thing is very broad, but unfortunately it will probably lose money at this stage."

"We haven't used it before, and we haven't seen anyone else use it now." Guo Xiaolan said.

Song Weiyang said, "Because it's too expensive."

Don't look at a small breast pump, but the main raw materials need to be imported. At this time, more than 75% of the organic silicon consumed in China is imported from abroad, and this situation will continue for about 10 years. The breast pump was invented more than 100 years ago, and it was first used for milk collection. Before 1991, it was still a medical device to help those mothers and babies with physical defects.

Lin's mother quickly brought mullet fish soup from the hospital cafeteria. Except for some salt, there was no condiment in it, which made Lin Zhuoyun feel like vomiting.

Song Shumin and Lin's father were also allowed to come in, and the latter said straight to the point: "Xiao Song, I have already discussed with your father about the child's name."

Lin Zhuoyun hurriedly pushed away the mullet soup and said, "No. Dad, we have prepared names ourselves. We have prepared more than 30 names for boys and girls. You can just choose from these names."

Father Lin smiled kindly and said, "I don't think it's necessary. The in-laws' name is very meaningful. The first name is Song Jingxing. If the two of you want to be named, then give the child a nickname. That's enough democracy."

Lin Zhuoyun looked at Song Weiyang, hesitated to speak, and finally buried her head in drinking mullet soup.

Song Weiyang could only shrug his shoulders helplessly. The two elders had already made up their minds, and there was no need for him to make trouble because of this kind of incident.

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