The woman is pregnant for nine months and is finally about to give birth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I've had three previous adventures, but this time it feels different.

First of all, in the past, there was a joy and the joy of being a parent.

Secondly, the couple seems to be in love, and they seem to be very coordinated, graceful, and happy with the small family life, full of joyful atmosphere.

Thirdly, a son and two daughters and babies all looked so beautiful, so elf, so intelligent, and they all had big eyes, double eyelids, white skin, and strong bones like women, not as handsome and upright as military men.

This time, from the moment I first learned that I was pregnant, it was upsetting, and I also caught up with the fact that the couple always had to give up because of the time to take care of the child, the number of times the military husband came home, and the wife's job had to be abandoned, resulting in a lot of stumbling, noisy and even running away from home.

In late autumn, on September 28, whether it was early in the morning or nightfall, a baby girl who would not cry came to this disturbing world.

The biological mother of the newly-born baby has no memory of her exact birth time.

Because in her memory, it was only when the palace mouth was opened.

At that time, a female obstetrician actually brought a large group of young intern girls and boys, and a large group of male and female doctors to observe the maternal delivery process.

The woman is not feudal, but she is so embarrassed that she can't help crying and making a fuss, and finally at the cost of fainting, forcing the obstetrician to give up the hospital teaching task.

So the woman doesn't know how long it took for her to wake up.

When she woke up, the baby girl she saw was so dark and small, like a malnourished African baby girl.

At that moment, she cried loudly and insisted that Aunt Guo's family take her away.

However, Aunt Guo has just given birth to a white and fat baby boy, although this eighth baby is still a handle, but this eighth baby actually made her wish come true, because he is too beautiful, too much like a female doll, so where can Aunt Guo take care of others?

Because the soldier's husband came, he saw this baby girl at a glance, not the appearance of other children, but the first person with thin eyebrows and small mouth who looked like him in the real sense, and the skeleton frame was also like him, so he resolutely disagreed to give it away.

Aunt Guo said that she had never seen such a talker.

Twenty years later, I asked my eight sons to come to greet her, and whichever one she fancies, she will marry with our family!

Seeing that Aunt Guo was so bold and loved this black girl, the soldier's husband said, okay, okay, I agree with this.

You see, this girl is so cute! Her dark eyes are already smiling at me.

Look at her, her face is flushed, like a red apple.

Our surname is Ping, and now it's autumn again, she looks like Pingguo hanging on the branches, let's call Pingguo!

Since then, Pingguo has been born and raised, rooted and young, and resolutely stayed in the Ping family, until now he has sent away his biological father Ping Tonghai and biological mother Xiao Shuping, only she is the only one who waits by their side for most of the three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

When he was one year old and eight months old, in front of a wild pond at the gate of the military academy, in order to follow a group of golden fluffy ducklings, Pingguo also jumped into the water like a duckling, poofing, and after a while, he was rescued by a handsome twelve-year-old boy in the compound.

Life hangs by a thread.

Twenty years later, she and her life-saver met at the police training school, where the man was already a shooting instructor and the woman was a member of the armed reserve. Laughing about the story of that season, there are endless baskets of baskets.

Pingguo remembers that when he grew up, he hated ducks very much, but he firmly loved to eat duck meat, especially duck palms, and never got tired of gnawing on them, no matter how they were made.

And especially fell in love with raising chickens.

The chickens raised by Pingguo can do whatever they want.

Every day when I came home, far away, the chickens flew to meet her, followed behind her, all the way, you and I clucked, whined, told the feelings of longing, or complained to Pingguo about his seven aunts and eight aunts.

Every day, Pingguo's busiest job is to dig wild vegetables for them, buy green vegetables, and go to the military food store to grab corn stubble and millet grains.

In the evening, they always taste all kinds of meat, from all kinds of small insects and grasshoppers that she found in the fields, vegetable fields, and groves, and did her best to replenish their nutrition.

His biological father belonged to the southbound soldiers who fought in the Southern Expedition and the Northern War, and later married his biological mother, who worked in the General Staff in Beijing.

The biological mother walked alone for nine days and nine nights, and when she arrived at the Chongqing Artillery School, she had 4 Pingguo brothers and sisters.

For the first time in the army, the rank of captain was awarded to his biological father.

All memories before the age of 6 are related to chickens.

One year, during the Spring Festival, the eldest sister's family traveled to the southwest border by car, and when they passed through Chongqing, they made a special trip to the ruins of the Chongqing Artillery Yard to take photos and send them back to the brothers and sisters to taste.

You must know that Pingguo also went to look for it during the Spring Festival, but unfortunately she was too young at that time, especially when she left home, she was too young to know the specific location, and she only found it vaguely at the Liberation Monument, and she couldn't find the way home.

At that time, there were no mobile phones, no computers, and telephones were rarely useful.

On the afternoon of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Pingguo looked for a phone on the cross street of Shapingba, and he still remembers it vividly, but he could not connect the long distance when he arrived.

In the end, Pingguo had no choice but to regret taking a boat and returning to Tonghai City.

In Chongqing Artillery Yard, Pingguo has three unforgettable things, which she recorded in her diary like this:

"One is that when I was two or three years old, I drowned in a pristine pond and was rescued by a big boy who later came to Tonghai with his father. One day I met at the Tonghai Police Training School when I was taking tactical shooting training subjects. He remembers me very well, and I basically don't remember what he looks like. But he's my instructor, and I can't tell the truth. I don't even remember what he looked like, but he recognized me at a glance!

One is that when I was two or three years old, I chased my eldest sister and her children and asked to play together, and I was going to chase after them walking, and after being thrown off again, I still did not follow him, and when I ran madly down the next garbage slope, I fell a big and pressed the base of my right thumb into a broken bottle. Frightened, the eldest sister ran home and took out a large roll of toilet paper to bandage, but unexpectedly, the blood was still soaked in the thick toilet paper quickly, and my mother also ran over and ran to the health center on my back. The little nurse had just opened the crack for me to clean and disinfect, and my mother saw my white bones at a glance, which frightened my mother and fell to the ground on the spot. Hehe, that night, there was a little nurse on duty, and the little nurse was immediately stunned and didn't know who to save. Later, I had three stitches, and I still have scars.

One is that I love to raise chickens, ducks and geese, in my huge vegetable garden. It's really strange to say, I've always loved raising chickens, and finally I really married a man who belongs to chickens.

Hey. If you want to say that the chickens I raise, they listen to me the most, and I will do whatever I want.

One day my brother was going to fight cocks with that big white rooster, but he couldn't catch it.

He came to beg me, and as soon as I cried, my big lay on the ground waiting for me to hold it.

What I remember very clearly is my brother's surprised and admiring eyes, hehe, I'm really happy.

Later, when the big rooster returned victoriously covered in blood, my brother was very happy, but I cried so much that I was distressed.

After that, I never wanted to fight for my brother again.

Hehe, back then, it was really carefree and happy.

Now that the years are like poetry, I have been stumbling, so I am determined to follow my own path.

I am happy to regain the past. ”