Aha is like holding a black pearl that will melt if not careful, holding her child, her treasure. How beautiful the baby was, and how mysterious his dark eyes were! He seems to know everything, understand everything, understand time, understand dreams, understand his mother, understand nature and life, and fate has already obeyed him She touched his face lightly with her fingers, and it was as delicate as flower petals With such a small face, he smiled at her effortlessly!
"Baby, my little baby! Baby like a drop of water! Little cherry, little dragonfly, little magpie" She kissed him sweetly and excitedly, held him carefully, and finally said: "Little Baby, I'm your mom! Call me: Aha, mom!"
He seemed to understand what she said, and opened his small mouth. She saw that there was a small blister on his upper lip, and she was glad that she gave him water just now: "Baby, I will never make you thirsty again, baby"
After that, she hugged him, and the mother and son finally fell asleep peacefully together.
At this point, Ahha's heart gradually calmed down, and she gradually entered the role of mother.
Women's faces and expressions are always changing with their insides, this is the scenery in the world that often surprises men. At this moment, Ahha, the brilliance of motherhood made her girlish face seem divine, presenting a different kind of holiness and beauty.
She took good care of her child, and he was a very good child, who often smiled at her except for crying when he was hungry. Still later, when he was laughing, he made a "hehe" sound-as soon as she brushed his face with her hair, massaged his stomach with her forehead, and touched his face with her fingers, he began to laugh, like a dove Hehe, and cooing like a little frog.
She remembered the dream of the moon flower, he was the life in her life, he was the blue baby in the moon flower, her little star. So, she called him "Kewa".
Of course, his name is changing every day, and every day she will give him a lot of new names, and all the beautiful things in the world and in the soul, memories and dreams that she loves will become his names.
A week later, Ah Xin unexpectedly appeared.
He took a small classmate of his vocational school and brought her a bouquet of red carnations. Aha shed tears. Although she never loved him, he seemed to be her only relative at this time.
In Ah Xin's eyes, after a week of recuperation, she became even more beautiful. He was driven by the strong love and attachment to her in his heart. This Buyi girl has always fascinated him. He searched many places before finding her in this hospital. After she became a mother, she was extremely gentle. When she saw him, she immediately sat up from the bed, hugged his neck and kissed him.
He likes this kind of tenderness, and this kind of maternal nature in her makes him feel particularly warm and comfortable. He wanted to live with her again, hoping that time would change her attitude towards him, make her fully accept him, and let him really get her.
Women who had c-sections had not yet fully healed their wounds and had to stay in the hospital for another week. The family was also happy for her when they finally saw that someone came to pick Ahha up and out of the hospital.
"Is he the father of your child?" said the mother-in-law of the family, "You are too young, are you not married yet? It doesn't matter, you can do it after you go out. Everyone is not so conservative now."
Aha didn't say anything, just smiled. Although her own life experience is as transparent as water, how can she explain it clearly to the world? When she first entered the hospital, the doctors and nurses despised her very much for this. An unwed mother aged eighteen or nine would associate her with ignorance and willful debauchery, and regard her as a bad woman. How could she justify herself? She never tried to justify herself, she never tried to explain, that was just her character. Everyone called her an unwed mother, and she happily accepted it.
She doesn't hold a grudge.
Not only is she not resentful, she is full of gratitude at this moment. Grateful for her child, he seems to be a drop of pure water distilled after she drank the fine wine of fantasy, the green plants on the plateau she loves, the distinctive sound of water among the stones, the voice of her spirit. The voice in the rock formation, the melody that echoes forever in her heart, is the faint but tenacious little red star in the night
She is grateful to this grandma, to the morning after morning, to the footsteps of the nurses in the corridor, to the smell of disinfectant around her to Ah Xin for loving her and thinking about her as always. These days, all kinds of songs are playing in her head, and she can't help humming.
Everyone has to rest at noon and evening, her voice is as sweet as running water; during the day, the hospital is full of pain, her singing is melodious and transparent like the spring breeze on the plateau, driving away the huge hospital.She has not slept well for many days.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the windows were still so bright, and the thin sunlight glass was inlaid between the narrow buildings in the city. She felt a kind of love for the city's sunshine in her heart, although it is not as mellow and warm as the sunshine on the plateau, full of the fragrance of flowers and plants, but like a huge piece of metal that is always hot, baking the air dry , burning the wind between the branches into a heat wave, and boiling this heat wave onto people's increasingly rough skin. She loves the brightness of the sun, loves every moment she is in the sun¡ªher child, when he opens his eyes, he sees this sun, the sun like glass and hot metal. He will get used to it and grow within its dominion
In a corner of the room, there was still Ah Xin's single bed, covered by a mosquito net. The child must have slept soundly, and there was no movement at all. She thought, Kewa also made this place her home, and she slept so peacefully when she got home, without making any noise at all. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com