MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 92 send a letter

Jiang Shuangling opened her eyes, her body was still exhausted, she found that she had returned home at this time, Qi Heng should have carried her back, after giving birth, she fell asleep in a daze .

It was snowing outside the window at this time, and there were ice flowers on the window, but the house was warm and firewood was burning.

Similarly, Jiang Shuangling also felt a little stinky on her body. She couldn't move her body, and it hurt when she moved.

The child slept tightly beside her, revealing only a small red and wrinkled face, the child's father sat on the small stool and fell asleep on the mattress.

Jiang Shuangling couldn't help but seriously stared at the swirl of hair on the top of the child's father's head, thinking that this guy's hair is still very thick.

The proportion of the head is also perfect, if the child really resembles his father, he can also have a perfect head shape.

He looked away from the child's father and fell on the sleeping little red face. The little guy's face was still red and wrinkled, like a little old man with a bitter face, eyebrows, um , almost no eyebrows, fetal hair only a few meanings.

The little one is also very suitable.

A few glass bottles containing hot water were wrapped under the thick quilt, making the surroundings warm. Jiang Shuangling smiled involuntarily, reached into the quilt, and touched the little guy Young paws.

It's soft and fluffy, like a toy, it's really hard to imagine having such small fingers.

When she touched the little brat's hand, Jiang Shuangling only felt incredible for a while. She used to think that Jiang Che's little fist was small enough, but now she touched this little finger The head is very fragile, tender, and weak, as if it will break when it is broken.

He was still in his belly yesterday.

Weighing only more than five pounds but less than six pounds, Jiang Shuangling tried hard to recall the definition of this weight in her mind, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened after thinking about it.

She finally unloaded successfully!

Perhaps the child was not raised very well and the fetus was in the right position. She didn't suffer much during the whole process, so she gave birth to the little guy so smoothly.

Jiang Shuangling was worried for a long time before, some people said that it would take a long time to give birth to a child, and she was afraid that she would not have the strength later, so she forced herself to eat more food so that she had the strength to support the matter of having a child In the past, who would have known, just so inexplicably, the child came out healthy.

It's just a few days before he's not a pig... The little guy is in a hurry, and he is still like his father, stepping on the tail of the Year of the Pig.

Maybe it was the blessing brought by the egg dumplings she ate before.

Perhaps the child rushed out because of the little golden pig who was behind?

There is indeed another little golden pig in their house now.

"Little pig..." Jiang Shuangling murmured.

The little pig she called didn't give her any response, and her mother held her little paw, pursed her little mouth, and closed her eyes tightly.

But another big pig gave her a reaction.

Qi Heng's arm moved, the whole person sat up, and he had woken up from his sleep. He saw Jiang Shuangling lying on the bed with his eyes open, and he was stunned for a moment. His face was instantly filled with tension, "Miss Jiang? Are you uncomfortable? Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Shuangling held her son's paw with her left hand and stretched out her right hand to touch Qi Heng's face. The other's beautiful peach blossom eyes were covered with blue shadows, and there was stubble on her chin. It's really rude.

But still beautiful.

It is estimated that they will keep their mother and son overnight.

She still remembered some pictures from yesterday, Jiang Shuangling herself was in pain, she couldn't see how ugly her face was, but she saw what the man in front of her showed her about being pale .

Jiang Shuangling smiled: "Brother, you look more painful than me."

Qi Heng: "…"

At this time, Qi Heng didn't have the energy to fight for these things, and everything was based on the other side.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Shuangling didn't have the heart to say this, "Qi Heng, I want to make a small paw print for the child, a small footprint or something to keep as a souvenir."

Jiang Shuangling secretly prepared tools before, and asked Qi Heng to help cover the paw prints and small footprints for the new cub.

She looked at those cute little pokes and giggled.

Qi Heng held him in his arms and coaxed him to sleep.

Jiang Shuangling was lying on the bed watching Qi Heng hold the child. If it wasn't for her discomfort, she really wanted to laugh by hammering the bed.

At the same time, I was filled with emotion.

Think back then, oh no, this year, when they met for the first time, this man didn't even dare to hug little Jiang Che, his whole body was stiff to death, and now he is holding a newborn baby , it was very easy, it must have been practiced at night, and it is estimated that she was scolded by her mother-in-law.

"Put the baby with me."

Qi Heng nodded and put the little guy in his arms beside his mother, the child slept soundly, and there was a smell of milky milk on his body.

Jiang Shuangling smelled this smell, thinking that this is probably the legendary milk smell.

She couldn't help but sniffed her sleeves, and couldn't help but rejoice in her heart that it was winter when she gave birth. If it was summer now, it would be torture.

The winter is pretty decent now, and it is comfortable to pack tightly in the house. For people like them who are afraid of cold, the tighter the packing, the better.

"Qi Heng, Qi Heng, come to see him, do you think his eyebrows and hair look like you?"

Jiang Shuangling stared hard at the child's little red face. After studying for a long time, she felt that the child was very similar to his father.

Qi Heng: "...like me?"

Brows...hair?

But their son doesn't seem to have any eyebrows or hair at the moment...

"Yeah, it came out of the same mold as your hair and eyebrows, you can tell that you are his father at a glance."

Qi Heng: "…"

Although he couldn't see it at all, Qi Heng nodded and followed his wife's words.

Jiang Mei said it was like, it is like it.

Qi Heng stared at the child for a while, then said suddenly, "The child's eyes and nose are like yours."

Jiang Shuangling's eyes narrowed, "You talk nonsense, look, the child hasn't opened his eyes, how do you know what our son's eyes look like."

"And the nose, the new born child has no facial features."

Qi Heng: "…"

Jiang Shuangling nodded, "I studied art, and I understand people's facial features better than you."

Qi Heng: "…"

"I'm more observant!"

Jiang Shuangling kept adding her own arguments, holding her son's small claws and giving her own judgment, "I think our children look like you."

"Look at the eyebrows, the hair, the curvature of the corners of the eyes, and the nose bone, they are exactly the same as you!

Qi Heng closed his eyes and said helplessly, "Okay, like me."

"Although it looks ugly, it's also pretty cute."

Qi Heng: "Jiang sister is saying that brother is ugly?"

It's not that Qi Heng is narcissistic, but that he has never been called ugly over the years since he was a child.

Jiang Shuangling squinted her eyes, "Am I still ugly?"

Qi Heng smiled, sat beside the bed and hugged her waist, kissed her on the forehead, and honestly admitted, "I'm ugly."

"The child is like me."

Jiang Shuangling suddenly remembered the dream she had before, a miniature version of Qi Heng, with a cold bun face, an invincible stomach king, carrying sandbags, small benches and buckets in the yard Circling in circles…

The little pig who ran towards her.

The tail of the Year of the Pig is rushing towards her, isn't that telling in advance?

"Mom, I'm hungry."

"Mom, I want to eat..."

"Mom, another bucket of rice..."

"Mom, I'm going to the roof with my brother!

…

Jiang Shuangling swallowed deeply, turned her head to look at Qi Heng, pretended to look at his face, and muttered to herself: "I suddenly feel that the child is quite like me..."

"Baby, you look like mother."

Qi Heng: "...?"

Jiang Shuangling lowered her head and continued to observe the new cub at home. Although the cub had sparse hair and sparse eyebrows, he felt quite soft to the touch.

"Qi Heng, how old is our child?"

"Five pounds and six taels."

"He's head has seven pounds."

Qi Heng: "Yeah."

Jiang Shuangling has also seen the newly born children of the old Wang next door, and can only say that they are from the old Wang family and our little Jiang family, all of them are ugly and have their own characteristics.

Qi Heng nodded, he was not interested in chatting with Head He.

At this time, Zhao Yinghua pushed in the door with a bowl of red bean porridge, "What are you talking about?"

"Speaking of the child, it's more than five pounds, which is lighter than Sister Xueshu's."

Zhao Yinghua smiled, "It's not too small, five catties of meat weighs a lot, children are smaller, mothers suffer less, let's feed them a little better, and they can be healthy."

"When Xiao Wu was born, he was like a little milk cat."

"Really?" Jiang Shuangling asked curiously, "What was Qi Heng like when he was born?"

"That's it." Zhao Yinghua pointed to her little grandson with her chin, "It's almost exactly the same."

"Look how similar the eyes and nose are!"

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

Qi Heng: "…"

Jiang Shuangling glanced at Qi Heng and said with her eyes: You were so ugly when you were born, you really look like a father.

Look at those thin eyebrows and hair.

Qi Heng: "...Does your eyebrows and hair look like me?"

Zhao Yinghua nodded, "Like! It's very like!

Jiang Shuangling nodded in approval, "It's still my mother's experience!"

Qi Yue and Jiang Che, two half-sized cubs, ran into the room to watch the younger brother and nephew, the two of them surrounded Xiaohonglian, stretched out their claws of An Lushan, and touched them for a while I touched my brother's little red face, touched his little nose for a while, and touched his little paws for a while.

"Brother, he is so small."

"My nephew's hands are so small."

"His fists are smaller than the little egg dumplings that mom made."

"Teach him to write when he grows up."

…

"Do you want to cuddle the baby?"

"Sister, I want to hug, I want to hug!"

"I want to hug too!"

Under the care of Qi Heng, these two little guys fulfilled their ambition to hold a cub, and the little guy was spitting milk bubbles in his brother's arms.

Qi Yue stared at him with wide eyes, recalling that he once touched his mother's bulging belly, and now this little guy has come out of his mother's belly and turned into such a small ball .

"Why doesn't he call me brother?"

The little guy Qi Yue is very concerned about when the new cub can call him brother.

"My brother can't speak yet."

"Sister, when will Qi San be able to speak?"

Jiang Shuangling: "...Qi San?"

Qi Yue: "The boss of Qi Yiqi is me."

Jiang Che: "Qi Er is also you."

Jiang Shuangling laughed and thought, "Okay, let's call these little guys whatever you want. This little guy Jiang Che is still a little one himself, so he's an uncle. Calling his nephew every day also feels distant.

"Wait until he is about one year old, which is when your cubs eat the little golden pig next year."

Qi Yue and Jiang Che nodded thoughtfully.

Eat little golden pig…

"I will protect my brother when he grows up."

Qi Yue was very fortunate in his heart, fortunately it wasn't his sister, his younger brother would follow him and call him Boss Qi, and he would be with him during snowball fights, and beat the surnamed Song to the bottom of it.

A few days after the child was born, it was the New Year's Eve, the New Year's Eve was lively and lively, and now there is a little boy in the family, and it is really lively, cleaning the old and welcoming the new, Jiang Shuangling originally thought she was I can help, but now I can only watch them busy with the new cubs.

Qi Heng took the children to clean the house up and down, inside and out. In fact, the hygiene conditions in their home are excellent, and they don’t need to be cleaned much, but in order to welcome the new year, they always need to So a little sense of ceremony.

The two children were also interested in wiping things with a rag.

Jiang Shuangling told them to use hot water, but don't freeze their hands. Although it is cold this year, but under her strict guard, no one in their family has frostbite yet.

Zhao Yinghua spread a table outside to write the Spring Festival couplets, Qi Heng pasted the Spring Festival couplets on the door, the little guys looked up at the Spring Festival couplets, and recognized the words on the Spring Festival couplets.

"Dad, what is this?"

"Grandma, you took the blessing down."

"Daddy kills the chicken!

…

Jiang Shuangling was breastfeeding the baby in the room. The cub ate, slept, slept, and ate. Isn't he just a piglet. When he was hungry, he hummed a few times, and continued to sleep when he was full. Jiang Shuangling They all feel that they are holding a milk-feeding robot.

However, this child also has an advantage. He probably really looks like Qi Heng. , Hungry humming to eat.

He didn't even bother to waste his energy crying.

Eating is all you need.

I eat a lot, but it is easy to satisfy.

Baby pigs are so easy to feed.

After feeding Xiaozhubao, Jiang Shuangling had nothing to do on the bed, she took out small scissors to cut the window grilles, which was considered to be a New Year's fun. Be a ruthless outsider.

Jiang Shuangling asked Qi Heng to bring the two cubs to paste the window grilles she had cut.

Listen to the New Year's greetings on the radio together.

"Does Mommy sing?"

"Mom stopped singing, let's listen to my sister on the radio today."

"Happy New Years everyone."

The sound of gun battles sounded one after another outside, as well as the cheers and screams of children from various households, sparks flew into the sky, or bright or bright lights flashed from the windows, bright yellow Under the bright light, everyone's face seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.

Qi Yue lowered her head and counted the melon seeds, Jiang Che hummed along with the singing on the radio, Zhao Yinghua was still beating her tattered sweater, Qi Heng sat beside Jiang Shuangling and pulled him under the quilt In her hand, the baby boy pursed his mouth with milk foam and was still sleeping.

The shadows of the family are next to each other under the light, and the program on the radio continues.

Jiang Shuangling leaned on the arm of the man beside her, thinking that this was the most special New Year for her.

She had her first New Years in the seventies.

In the future, she will spend countless New Years with the people around her.

Close your eyes, the sound of firecrackers outside the window seems to be louder.

On the first day of the new year, the children in the family ran out of the house, visiting each other in groups, going to this house for a while, and going to that house for a while, the yard was full of children playing Laughing slapstick.

Every house has sugar and cakes and eats it from house to house.

Jiang Che and Qi Yue went out to join the group of children for a walk, and then came back with the children.

After eating and drinking, she swished out.

Zhu Mingming and Niu Jiadong just regret not being able to eat the delicious food made by Auntie Jiang.

"Boss Qi, you have a younger brother."

"What? Are you envious?"

"No envy, I not only have a younger brother, but also a younger sister."

…

Jiang Shuangling listened to the movements of the little guys outside, she could only regret that she couldn't go out and talk about it, and she couldn't go out to see the lively scene outside.

After the cub was full, he slept beside his mother.

"Little pig, mother is with you."

"Your brother and your uncle are outside."

"When will you be able to play with them?"

…

Jiang Shuangling prepared a lot of gifts, and asked them to send them to Mr. He, Teacher He, Xue Li and other families, and also told them that she had given birth to a child.

After hearing that she gave birth, Mr. He was overjoyed, saying that she had not passed for a long time and owed several paintings.

In fact, Jiang Shuangling always asks someone to help bring her paintings over. She should just owe Mr. He a few delicious meals.

Mr. He asked someone to send her a pigeon, so that she could take good care of her body, and later bring Qi Yue, Jiang Che and the little guy to see him.

Xue Li wrote a letter to her, and she wrote about ten pages of a long story. Jiang Shuangling had a headache when she saw it, and she thought that she was indeed writing a novel. The letter is also very interesting.

In addition to the letter brought by Xue Li, she also sent her a first draft of the story, and wanted to ask her how the story was.

Jiang Shuangling wanted to take a closer look at the first draft, but this draft was confiscated by the dog man. He didn't want Jiang Shuangling to be too upset at this moment.

Alright, alright, Jiang Shuangling also feels physically tired. If she reads the manuscript, it is impossible to guarantee that she will not conceive a picture in her mind, or is eager to draw it immediately.

"I know, I know, Comrade Qi Heng, leader Xiao Jiang will rest well."

Speaking of which, she is also suffering from the same illness as the old king next door. Both of them are confinement at home. They used to be pregnant with a child, and they would get together to talk a few words every day. I can't go out while squatting, and I can't talk to Pharaoh next door. I really miss him a little bit.

They are only separated by a few walls, and the walls do not see each other.

Jiang Shuangling misses Comrade Pharaoh next door.

If you want, you can also give some to the next door, after all, one person may not eat it all.

The two of them got bored and even started writing letters.

Yes, you don't need to stick a gas ticket, they are only ten meters away, and they have turned themselves into pen pals.

Wang Xueshu's sister Wang Xueying, and Jiang Shuangling's brother Qi Heng, became the postman brothers who delivered letters to each other.

In the beginning, when Jiang Shuangling received the first letter from Pharaoh next door, she was a little bit dumbfounded. It seemed that Pharaoh next door was really bored, and she even used her hand to pick up a pen. Dancing broken characters to write to her.

Wang Xueying: "She just has nothing to do. I'm such a living person here, can't I send a message? Let me bring a small note."

"Do you recognize her broken hand?"

"What, can't she tell my sister? I'll say it directly, it's much easier to recognize than her."

"Is your mother-in-law teaching the children to practice calligraphy?"

"I think my sister needs to practice calligraphy the most."

"Look, little Jiang, do you recognize me?"

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

The words on the letter are really ugly

Have been together for a long time, even Guess Daemon can recognize seven seven eight eight.

"Recognize it. After all, I have been with Sister Xueshu for a long time. In fact, her word has grown a bit."

"There is a ghost who grows up, her words were like this ten years ago, and they are still like this now."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

After Wang Xueshu's sister left, Jiang Shuangling took a pen and paper and thought about writing a reply. In fact, the two women who had just given birth, what else could they say after chatting, nothing more than Just kids and men.

 

, A pair of eyes can make people look at it, and the whole body is fragrant and fragrant.

Occasionally hum a song by herself.

Jiang Shuangling wrote a few pages on the paper, stuffed it into a small envelope, and affixed a "stamp", which was drawn by Jiang Shuangling herself. It is the gate of their family home.

Therefore, it looks extra ceremonial.

It's not the same as that simple letter from Lao Wang!

"Brother, Qi Heng?! Help me deliver the letter."

Qi Heng: "…"

Qi Heng nodded and took the letter from the partition wall to go out. Just after he left the yard, he met Xiao Zhang, an orderly, who had a letter in his hand, "battalion commander, you stay at home with your sister-in-law, I Help send it out."

He just came out to pour water with a water scoop at this time, "Go out to send a letter?"

Qi Heng walked to the next yard and handed the letter to Head He.

He: "You can't let me send it for you, can you?"