Zhao Guode heard that Lin Zeng's narration was like a fantasy and whimsical. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info If it weren't for the fact that he was in a bad mood now, according to his temperament, he would have followed Lin Zeng's words and made up a few nonsense. But at this time, he was not in this mood at all.

"Lao Lin, don't comfort me. Zhao Guode said weakly. He didn't listen carefully to what Lin Zeng said just now, only heard that fruit would grow on the crib, and there was milk in the fruit.

"When you go back, remember to put the crib next to your sister-in-law anyway, if there is fruit growing on the outer edge of the bed, don't pick it off, and when the shell of the fruit turns red, you can give your sister-in-law the milk inside." This milk can promote maternal lactation and improve the nutritional content of breast milk. Lin Zeng was not in a hurry to explain more, and only said important things. He thought that when Zhao Guode himself saw the fruit growing in the crib, he would believe his words.

Zhao Guode didn't listen carefully to the other words, but the last sentence touched his nerves.

The doctor told him that breast milk was the safest way for premature babies. The mucous membrane of the digestive tract of premature infants is not yet mature, and the consumption of milk powder is easy to cause allergies or digestive problems. The abundance of immunoactive substances in breast milk has great benefits for premature infants with slow immune system development and poor function.

And Lian Xiaohui's current state is not good, because of premature birth and Xiao Asheng's hospitalization, her mood is extremely depressed, milk secretion is very small, and there is only a thin layer of milk each milking, no matter how much milk she drinks, or increase the number of milk pumps, even Xiaohui's milk volume has not increased, but is constantly decreasing. It is simply not enough for Xiao Ah Sheng's milk supply, so he can only be forced to add milk powder.

"Okay, I've made it clear, now you can get busy first, and remember what I said when the time comes. Lin Zeng didn't say much, and went straight to the point, letting Zhao Guode return home with a hesitation.

Zhao Guode's family, living in the central urban area of Qinghe, still retains the style of ancient houses, and under the government's restoration, it shows a new style. Zhao Guode's old house is located in the alley of Mingjinfang, Qinghe City, with a front porch and a backyard, with an elegant style.

This house was once bought at a high price, but the Zhao family was not poor, so naturally they would not sell the ancestral house, but repaired it every year and maintained it very thoughtfully.

Zhao Guode was just standing at the gate of the old mansion with a heavy heart, and two swarthy men in gray T-shirts stepped forward and asked, "Hello, is it Mr. Zhao? Boss Lin asked us to deliver something." ”

Zhao Guode was stunned for a moment, remembered Lin Zeng's explanation, and hurriedly said: "It's me, it's me, thank you two masters." ”

The middle-aged man, who was a little older, said very politely: "Mr. Zhao, can you please open the door, and my nephew will go to the parking lot to move the crib." ”

The gate of Zhao Guode's old house is a red lacquered wooden door, and there is a high threshold, which can only allow one person to pass through on one side, which is relatively narrow, and the crib cannot enter, so it is necessary to open both wooden doors.

Zhao Guode opened the two doors and stood in front of the middle-aged man, waiting for another younger man to return.

After a while, the young man, carrying a crib on his back, walked with steady steps. The alley in front of Zhao Guode's door, although it is not lively, there are also pedestrians passing by, they stared curiously at the ivory white crib on the young man's back, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, what kind of material is this small bed made of, it is very beautiful." ”

"The workmanship is also very fine, is it imported from abroad?"

"The color is very moist, a bit like jade, but it's definitely not jade. ”

Passers-by talked to each other with appreciative glances.

Zhao Guode was also attracted by this small bed at the first glance when he saw the crib.

Because, it's so beautiful.

Zhao Guode originally prepared a crib for his baby, which he used when he was a child. The handmade beech wood made by a well-known old carpenter in the neighborhood looks more textured than the products produced in ordinary shops today.

However, when compared to this cot, it is really dwarfed.

The crib is very comfortable ivory. White and delicate, warm and smooth, not complicated patterns, dotted with the uniform fence of the crib, looks elegant and atmospheric.

The young man walked to the door with his arm firmly on the cot. Zhao Guode hurriedly got out of the way and let him in.

"Where?" asked the young man sullenly.

"Huh?" Zhao Guode woke up a little suddenly, came back to his senses, and led the young man into the room. "It's right here. ”

In his bedroom, Lian Xiaohui was in confinement, so it was naturally inconvenient for strange men to enter and exit, so Zhao Guode only asked him to put the small bed in the living room.

The young man didn't say much, and with the help of the middle-aged man, he unloaded the small bed. Then the two quickly left.

Zhao Guode lived with his parents and elders, and the two old men were stewing chicken soup for their daughter-in-law in the kitchen, when they heard the movement outside and came out to check the situation.

"Ah, where did you buy this little bed, why is it so beautiful. Zhao's mother has a straightforward personality, and when she sees the crib, she can't hide her favorite cry.

Lian Xiaohui, who was lying on the bed in the bedroom to recuperate, also opened the door and poked her head out.

"Huh, we don't have a bed, why do we buy a new one?" Lian Xiaohui was dressed in a loose confinement suit, her face was a little dark, she came out and saw this small bed, and smiled rarely, "It's so beautiful." ”

"It was given to Ah Sheng by Lin Zeng. Zhao Guode took matters into his own hands and moved the small bed into the bedroom. The cot is not too heavy, and it is not difficult for an adult man to carry it.

He took out the original wooden cot and placed the crib that Lin Zeng had given him next to their big bed.

"Alas, I don't know when Xiao Asheng will be discharged from the hospital. Lian Xiaohui looked at the small bed melancholy, her brows furrowed.

"It's okay, the doctor told me today that his condition is much better, his weight has also increased, and maybe he will be discharged in two days. Zhao Guode made himself look relieved and calmed his wife's emotions, "The most important thing for you is to cultivate your body." ”

"Hmm. Lian Xiaohui sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently caressing the crib, and she answered absentmindedly, her eyes drifting in some direction.

Zhao Guode straightened the small bed, saw Lian Xiaohui falling into a sad mood again, and secretly worried about how to comfort her.

Suddenly, he saw a fifteen-centimeter-long pouch at the head of the small bed, with a pink-green appearance, hanging on the edge of the fence, but he didn't feel abrupt.

Thinking of what Lin Zeng said, he immediately patted Lian Xiaohui on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Wife, this bed, but there is another mystery." ”

"Huh?" Lian Xiaohui was really attracted by Zhao Guode's words, and following the direction of his finger, he saw the pink and green bag hanging on the fence, and immediately asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"Wait, I'm going to get something. Zhao Guode ran to the kitchen, found half a watermelon, cut off the flesh of the watermelon scoop, cut the watermelon skin into small cubes, put it on a plate, and took it to the bedroom.

"What are you doing with a bunch of watermelon rinds?" Lian Xiaohui asked with some curiosity after putting aside her bad mood for a while.

"Huh. Zhao Guode didn't know what stupidity he was making, and he really did what Lin Zeng said. He tossed the diced watermelon rinds one by one into the small mouth of the pink and green sac.

The sac is not big, and it originally looked deflated, but as the watermelon pieces were put in, it gradually bulged.

"I didn't expect this little bag to look small, but it can hold things. Lian Xiaohui leaned on the pillow on the bed and tilted her head to watch Zhao Guode's actions.

Half of the watermelon skin was thrown into the pink and green sac bag, but I didn't expect it to be full, and it seemed that there was still some more weight.

However, Zhao Guode does not plan to release it again. He felt that his behavior was a little funny, could he really expect what Lin Zeng said, to increase lactation?

"I went to the fridge to get breast milk and took it to the hospital. As soon as Zhao Guode finished speaking, he found that his wife's eyelids were fighting and she was drowsy. He touched Lian Xiaohui's head distressedly and whispered.

In order to increase milk production, Lian Xiaohui gets up every two hours and uses a breast pump to pump for 20 minutes each time, and even at night, she has to wake up two or three times. She was physically and mentally exhausted.

"Hmm. Lian Xiaohui replied vaguely, turned over and fell asleep on the bed.

Zhao Guode covered his wife with a thin quilt, took only a dozen milliliters of breast milk in the refrigerator, as well as wet wipes for babies and other items, and went straight to Qinghe People's Hospital.

After delivering breast milk, I talked to the doctor about Ah Sheng's examination. Zhao Guode's worried mood did not ease.

Brain damage does exist.

Further observation is required to consider whether to proceed with surgery.

Zhao Guode held his head and sat in the corridor of the neonatal department for a full hour.

He didn't know if Xiao Asheng could survive this catastrophe.

When night came, he returned to the old mansion of Ming Jinfang and brought a relaxed smile again.

"Son, how is the baby?" Zhao's mother and Zhao's father served Zhao Guode a hot meal, and asked anxiously and with concern.

"It's okay, don't worry. Zhao Guode tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile. "You go to rest, I'll go to the room to accompany Xiaohui. ”

The old residents of Qinghe City have their own old customs in terms of confinement. For example, during the confinement period, Lian Xiaohui tried not to leave the room and went out to blow the wind. You have to eat roosters, not hens. You can't wash your hair, you can't take a bath, you can't eat vegetables......

Zhao Guode has always felt that some strange customs make mothers full of constraints and more depressed in the days of recovery. Even Xiaohui's recent bad mood has a lot to do with not being able to do this or that.

However, for the older generation, these customs are simply the golden rule, and if they are violated, the consequences can be serious.

Zhao Guode took dinner and walked into the bedroom, and saw Lian Xiaohui staring blankly at the small bed next to the big bed.

"Xiaohui. ”

"Ah, Ade, look," it was very rare, for half a month, Lian Xiaohui's first sentence when he saw him was not to ask how the baby was, but to point to the crib and say with a surprised face, "Why does this crib have a green fruit?"

"Huh?" Zhao Guode was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked at it, and sure enough, he saw that there was really a walnut-sized green-skinned fruit on the outside of the cylindrical fence of the crib.

"Do you smell a particularly light milky scent?" asked Lian Xiaohui, wrinkling the tip of her nose.

Zhao Guode took a deep breath. Lian Xiaohui sucks milk in the room every day, and the room has the fragrance of breast milk, but the milk fragrance that Lian Xiaohui said is completely different from the fragrance of breast milk. Although it is light, you can feel a very pleasant fragrance in it.

Zhao Guode thought of those special plants in Lin Zeng's nursery, could it be that this small bed is also a plant?