Giving birth is a painful process, and after Lin Zhuoyun was pushed into the delivery room, Song Weiyang called both parents to inform them. However, when the elders all flew over from Xikang, Editor-in-Chief Lin was still struggling to produce inside.

Song Weiyang wanted the doctor to have a direct caesarean section several times, but the doctor recommended a smooth delivery.

This smoothed for more than 10 hours, starting from Lin Zhuoyun's abdominal pain, adding up to nearly 30 hours.

In the corridor outside the delivery room, Guo Xiaolan and Mother Lin were doing homework, turning their heads to peek inside from time to time. Song Shumin smoked in the toilet with Father Lin, and the man was always nervous, and he was even in the mood to discuss current affairs and politics.

Doudou came over after school for three hours, and did two practice papers in the aisle by the way. At almost 10 o'clock in the evening, Song Weiyang asked the driver to send Doudou back, after all, he had to get up early tomorrow to go to school.

Xiao Ruoxi also had to go to class, and did not come to Shenghai. She is more than 4 years old and is currently in kindergarten, temporarily being taken care of by her sister-in-law.

"Lin Zhuoyun's family!" the nurse suddenly pushed open the door.

"I am!"

Not only did Song Weiyang immediately come over, but the parents of both sides also instantly surrounded the nurses.

"Mother and child are safe, and the child weighs six pounds and six taels," the nurse instructed, "and two relatives may come in, preferably the husband and the female family." ”

Song Weiyang hurriedly changed into sanitary clothes with his mother-in-law and went in, the former helped push the mobile hospital bed, and the latter was responsible for cleaning up the mother's belongings.

The child was held by a nurse, and when she heard the sound, she immediately rolled her eyes, obviously it was impossible to see things clearly, but it was still as if she was making eye contact with Song Weiyang.

Lin Zhuoyun's whole body was drenched with sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and he asked with a pale face: "Is the child beautiful?"

"It's beautiful," Song Weiyang turned around and held Lin Zhuoyun's hand, and comforted with a smile, "The eyes are open, they are particularly aura, and the skin is also smooth." ”

Lin Zhuoyun squeezed out a smile quite tiredly: "My cousin-in-law lied to me, she said that the child was very ugly when she was born, and her skin was wrinkled like a little mouse." ”

The nurse suddenly smiled and interjected: "Your child was born a week beyond the due date, and it has developed very well in the mother's womb, so it is very beautiful to be born." ”

Mother Lin held her daughter's water cup and changed clothes in her hand, and cooperated with the nurse to carry the baby to the mobile hospital bed, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyun, you see how similar the child looks like you, both eyes will shine." ”

Lin Zhuoyun turned his head to look at the baby next to the pillow, but unfortunately the child suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was too tired and wanted to sleep. She smiled wryly and said, "Don't give my mother face, I fell asleep when I saw him." ”

Song Weiyang and the nurse teamed up to push the hospital bed out of the delivery room, and Song Shumin and Lin's father immediately surrounded them, but their attention was all focused on the child.

The child was washed by the nurse and changed into nice little clothes. Lin Zhuoyun was also pushed back to the high-end single room, and her mother-in-law and mother helped wipe her body and changed into a clean hospital gown.

While the women were busy, the men were not idle.

Song Shumin and Lin's father, the two in-laws, are engaged in a heated dispute and discussion around naming their children.

Song Shumin's education is not high, he only graduated from junior high school, and he became an educated youth before he finished high school. But he insisted on self-study for many years, and when he first resumed the college entrance examination, his score even reached the admission line of key universities, but he was brushed down because he failed the political examination. Song Shumin likes to read all kinds of miscellaneous books, not to mention how deep he has studied the subset of classics and histories, but at least he has read the "Twenty-four History", and he has also dabbled in the Four Books and Five Classics.

Lin's father belonged to the older generation of intellectuals, a retired professor, knew English and Russian, and switched from engineering to Marxist-Leninist philosophy. But he also read "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Text" when he was a child, and then received a pure Western-style education, and he really didn't know much about traditional Chinese culture. In that special era, he was not allowed to delve into ancient classics, and "Capital" was enough to study for a lifetime.

"I think it should be called Song Zhengyang," Father Lin said, "Be an upright person and do things fairly!"

Song Shumin was speechless and said, "This name is too ordinary." Moreover, we have an old leader named Fan Zhengyang, and my grandson is named Song Zhengyang, which feels awkward no matter how it sounds. ”

Father Lin said: "Then call Song Zhenhua and revitalize China!"

"It's too old," Song Shumin complained, "In-laws, back then, you named your two daughters Wanzi and Zhuo Yun, which sounds better than Zhenhua, and your ability to name them has obviously degenerated." ”

Father Lin was speechless for an instant, because the names of his two daughters were given by his wife back then, and he had no right to speak at all as a wife who was strict and raked his ears.

Father Lin thought for a moment and said again: "Then Song Yuanbo has a great future, a broad mind, and a lot of knowledge!"

Song Shumin could only secretly rejoice, fortunately, this father-in-law was quite reliable, and he didn't have any passer-by names such as "victory" and "Zhiqiang". He said quite tiredly: "I think it's good, it's good to be called Song Jingyuan." Tranquility is far away, I hope the child is quiet, not like his father. ”

Father Lin sneered: "I thought that your level was so high that you were no better than me for a long time." The boy's name should be more atmospheric, Song Jingyuan thought it was a little girl when she heard it. You can choose a name, but I have requirements, it must be masculine, atmospheric, and positive!"

Song Shumin searched his intestines and scraped his stomach and thought for a long time: "How is Song Jingxing? From "The Book of Poetry: Xiaoya": The mountains look up, and the scenery stops. Sima Qian also said: 'The mountains look up, and the scenery stops. Although I can't get there, I yearn for it. ’”

"I don't understand the ancient text, please say the vernacular!" Father Lin said depressedly.

Father Lin naturally knows and understands the idiom "high mountains look up", but he really doesn't know what "Jingxing Xingzhi" means.

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

Father Lin tasted it repeatedly, and finally nodded: "Well, this name is barely okay, and the ancient literary skills of the in-laws are indeed level." ”

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

When everything was done, Song Weiyang came back from the toilet to rinse his mouth, took the breast pump and said: "The market prospect of this thing is very broad, but unfortunately most of them will 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 silicone consumed in China every year is imported from abroad, and this situation will continue for about 10 years. The breast pump was invented more than 100 years ago, and was first used for milk collection, and until 1991 it was a medical device used to help mothers and babies with physical defects.

Mother Lin quickly brought mullet soup from the hospital cafeteria, except for sprinkling some salt, there were no condiments in it, and Lin Zhuoyun drank so much that she wanted to vomit.

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

Lin Zhuoyun hurriedly pushed away the mullet soup and said, "No." Dad, we have prepared our own names, and there are more than 30 boys and girls' names combined, so you can choose from these names. ”

Father Lin smiled kindly: "I don't need it, the name of the in-laws is quite meaningful, and the big name is Song Jingxing." If you two also think of a name, then give your child a nickname, so that it is democratic enough. ”

Lin Zhuoyun looked at Song Weiyang, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally buried his head in drinking mullet soup.

Song Weiyang could only shrug helplessly, the two elders had already made up their minds, there was no need for him to be unhappy because of this kind of thing.