Bai Fumei in the 70’s - Chapter 133

Zhao Lanxiang was really scared by He Songbai. In the middle of the night, a man sneaked into her room. She thought a lot in a flash, and Wu Yong many years ago. When she held her breath, one hand even slowly moved to the small table cabinet beside the bed, groping for the fruit knife she used to peel.

Suddenly the light came on, and she saw He Songbai. At this moment she didn’t speak, but the tears blew more fiercely.

The clenched fruit knife slipped from his hand.

He Songbai saw a flash of cold light, hugged her quickly, patted her on the back, and reviewed: “I’m sorry, sorry, I scared you.”

“I should write back early and give you a breath.”

“Don’t cry, my heart hurts because of crying.” He wiped her tears and said guiltily: “Grandma said in the letter that you are strong, eating a lot every day and rarely causing trouble.”

“I know you are definitely not willing to trouble them, and I look at my discomfort in confidence. However, you can rest assured that Lanxiang can accompany you at home to give birth, because I finished my studies in advance.”

He said that he put a big palm on his wife’s stomach, where it bulged round and round, very huge. The slender and slim waist was gone, and the pregnant woman’s bloated belly was replaced.

But He Songbai felt that no moment could be more beautiful than it is now, making him so hot that he couldn’t help kissing her belly.

“You have worked hard. When Tang Tang comes out, I will never let you suffer anymore.”

“Really finished school?” Zhao Lanxiang asked uncertainly.

He Songbai definitely nodded.

She kicked him under the bed with one foot, and she said, “I have a cramp in my foot.”

He Songbai “hey”, quickly put down his luggage and crouched down to rub his feet for his wife. His craftsmanship is not bad, because in the early years, he often rubbed his old grandmother’s legs and stiffened muscles, so that Zhao Lanxiang gradually recovered his consciousness, and his feet rubbed his muscles and veins to clear up, and gradually became hot.

Unconsciously, Zhao Lanxiang gradually fell asleep after the sleepiness.

He Songbai changed his sweaty and smelly clothes, went out to take a bath, and got into the bed cleanly and refreshingly.

The summer was hot and the temperature of the pregnant woman was very high, not long after he noticed that his wife had been awakened by the heat.

He probed her wet clothes, wiped off her sweat, and patted her back by the way, coaxing, “Sleep, sleep.”

“I will shake your fan for you.”

He pulled out the fan of Kukui from the corner, shaking one after another, refreshing in an instant…Zhao Lanxiang sniffed the refreshing smell of the man, and comfortably sank to sleep.

This kind of feeling is like in a dream.

The next morning, early in the morning.

Zhao Lanxiang woke up and opened her eyes to see He Songbai’s enlarged face.

She squeezed the man’s face uncertainly with her thumb. He Songbai also woke up the next moment and asked her vaguely: “Hungry, what do you want to eat this morning? I will make it for you.”

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the sun and said, “It’s too late to get up. Sister has already prepared breakfast soon.”

He Songbai grabbed her hand and kissed her finger.

“Has the obstetric inspection been done on time?”

“Show me Tang Tang’s ultrasound?”

The photos of b-chao Zhao Lanxiang are specially printed, and I hope to leave it to commemorate. She was already prepared for the worst mentality. He Songbai remained in City B, and she gave birth to the baby herself. She knew that he liked Tang Tang very much, thinking of Tang Tang in the far north, she had to send some pictures to him to think about.

He Songbai looked at the dark pictures, but he didn’t really see what it was, only a thick shadow. I am afraid that it can be shot at random somewhere at night.

But he couldn’t see enough of it, it was rare. He gave full play to his imagination, pointing at the blurred place of the photo while looking at it, and said excitedly to Zhao Lanxiang: “This must be Tang Tang’s head, round and round.”

“This is a hand or a foot.”

“She’s a little fat? Or is this photo too dark…” He Songbai murmured dissatisfiedly, which seriously affected his judgment.

…

“She might be laughing.”

“Our Tang Tang is really handsome!”

After He Songbai read them one by one, he was sure.

This sentence made Zhao Lanxiang laugh out of nowhere. She put her hand on her stomach and touched it gently, and said warmly: “The facial features are not all neat, do you know she looks handsome?”

He Songbai’s face was filled with the pride of his father: “She is a beautiful girl, there is no doubt about it.”

Zhao Lanxiang did not refute him, his cheeks also showed a pink color, and the dimples were deep and very happy.

Granny was also very happy to know that her grandson had returned home. She said: “I don’t know if it’s good or bad to let you get married so early. It delays Lan Xiang’s studies and makes you both run.”

But she obviously misunderstood, He Songbai said: “I finished my homework in advance, just two months later to take a test and get a graduation certificate…”

The old grandmother was a little surprised after hearing it, but after seeing the figure of the two sitting side by side, they understood it. The hard times have come over, and I can walk now to have a deep feeling.

She said: “Since you are back, stay with Lanxiang at home, it is not easy for a woman to get pregnant.”

He Songbai thought it would not be easy, could he compare to the suffering he had suffered in those years? He feels happy with his wife, no matter how hard he is.

But soon he tasted the difficulty of serving pregnant women.

Zhao Lanxiang’s morning sickness was very strong in her early pregnancy, and she could not eat a little smell of fat. She used to love fish and became discolored. Five months later, her morning sickness swept again.

Sometimes the spit is so spitting, it is talking, and suddenly finds the spittoon in a hurry.

He Songbai looked at his wife’s tortured appearance, and all his hearts were snarled.

Rubbing around repeatedly, he asked guiltily: “When I was not at home, did you do the same?”

Zhao Lanxiang changed her clothes disgustedly, and she gagged her mouth in awkward manner, “No, she was very good before, maybe she became arrogant when she saw you.”

As everyone knows, this is just the beginning. Zhao Lanxiang gradually became susceptible to morning sickness and could not eat. Her appetite was extremely light, no acid and no spicy, no spicy and unhappy. The pregnant woman eats her alone. Otherwise, she would eat with everyone, and she must be vomiting again.

Zhao Lanxiang said distressedly: “I don’t know what’s going on, but I always feel my stomach moving very much recently.”

Even the soft and tangy Tang Tang was so annoyed that He Songbai was annoyed.

He squatted down to discuss his stomach fiercely: “Don’t toss your mother anymore, okay, be a little better, dad will give you candy after coming out?”

Zhao Lanxiang laughed dumbly when he heard the boyish words.

She said: “Wait for a while and check it out, it’s so uncomfortable.”

She said that she suddenly supported her waist, “Hey”, and her belly was kicked hard by Tang Tang again, and the thin skirt was faintly supported by her noisy hands and feet.

He Songbai’s big palm lightly lay on top, staring at his wife’s stomach for a long time, Ku Daqiu said in a deep way: “This must be a naughty baby.”

…

Time is tough, but it also slowly advances to the end of summer. The fire broke out in July and the weather became colder. One night, when he was about to fall asleep, Zhao Lanxiang turned over and over and could not sleep.

He Songbai asked her: “What’s wrong?”

Zhao Lanxiang was a little embarrassed, but eager to say: “I want to eat perilla plum…”

He Songbai turned on the light to see that Zhao Lanxiang’s face was already reddened. Only her eyes were bright and watery, so it was hard to ignore.

He sighed and asked her with confidence, “What is perilla?”

Zhao Lanxiang shook her head blankly. She said, “I haven’t eaten it.”

She accidentally heard a pregnant woman say this, what is the taste of perilla? It is a kind of sweet and sour plum. After eating, it can make a lot of meals.

However, Meizi also had this description in her impressions. She faced He Songbai’s sincere face, which was difficult to tell, and her face was reddened. I wonder if she thought of Meizi or was ridiculous because of unreasonable trouble.

The daughter-in-law’s answer made He Songbai suddenly distressed, but he couldn’t see the desperately suppressed desire in her eyes. He gently stroked her soft hair and said: “Wait, I’ll ask Granny.”

In order to conceive this baby, she vomited very badly during this time, and became so thin that she worked hard. She finally had something she wanted to eat, how could He Songbai ignore it.

Fortunately, the old grandmother did not fall asleep. She was listening to the radio~www.mtlnovel.com~He Songbai asked her directly: “Lan Xiang wants to eat perilla, I want to get her a little to eat. Granny knows what purple Samui?”

Grandma took off the reading glasses and thought about it for a long time.

She said: “This may be a kind of plum made of green plums, wrapped in perilla, sweet and sour, fresh at the entrance, and the smell is very unique. Pregnant women really help a little after eating.”

“Let me think about it…”

Grandma Li thought about it for a long time, and mentioned a pen and wrote a rough way. A long time ago, she was also a girl who was not touched by Yang Chunshui, and she was far away from the kitchen, but she really played with this thing before she did it, because it is a kind of snack that is not difficult to do.

He Songbai looked at the old grandmother’s writing method word by word. He was very enthusiastic and immediately remembered it after reading it.

He could not wait to pick up the green plums and make perilla plums for his wife. He said goodbye to his grandmother and sensible to let him go to sleep, but he still let his head get hot, ran black and ran outside to the plum tree planted outside the house, risking being chased by the domestic dog, and picked up a bag of green plums.

He Songbai washed the green plums one by one with a brush and coarse salt, and rubbed, smashed, squeezed, and squeezed the perillas step by step according to the recipe, waiting to be taken out tomorrow to dry for another day.

After finishing all this, he put away the plums with satisfaction, took out a few cleaned ones and took them back to coax his wife.

Zhao Lanxiang waited on the left and waited until he came back in the middle of the night. She was lying on her side almost falling asleep, and the footsteps outside the door gradually sounded.

The man kindly handed a few clean green plums to her, “eat it, there is no perilla plum, only green plum.”

Zhao Lanxiang sat up, and although she was craving like ten million claws, she still twisted the green plum and ate it.

At the entrance, she didn’t feel sore at all and ate five.

The next morning, when He Songbai got up, Granny came to him again. The old man said angrily: “Bo Geer, you can’t make this perilla. You have to pickle it for at least four months before eating it.”

He Songbai, who had just put the plums out to dry, listened, and the expression on his face was wrong.

He was silent for a while and said, “It’s okay, I can’t do it. I can buy someone else to do it.”

After breakfast, he went out without a word. He asked people for shiso plums from house to house, and for a few days, a pair of shoes ran out of him. One day he brought back a tank of black plums from an unknown village in the distance.

He lifted the lid and handed it to his wife. He smiled and said, “You try it, is it the taste you want to eat?”

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Lifetime Jun: Overlords, wait a long time~

My five-body cast a land and evenly beat Ren Ren…

Brother Ge: I don’t care if I beat you

You remember to get Tang Tang out early

But her father and mother are going to die!

Wipe the tears of the loving father sadly.

Brother Ge: In the future, I will be able to show off with my little fart. I thought I would run a dozen miles to buy plums for your mother.

He Gouji: “…”

Lifetime Jun: “…”

Can you get it, do you want to go to heaven?

Note: July fire: refers to the westward travel of the Great Mars, summer to autumn, the weather turns cool.