On the night of Little Chinese New Year's Eve, there was a moderate snowfall, and before dawn in the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Mo Xiaohe was woken up by the noise, she lay on the bed, turned over lazily, and touched Gu Zheng's hard chest muscles with her hand.

"Hey, husband, you haven't gotten up yet?"

She couldn't sleep last night, and she chatted with Gu Zheng with her, but Mo Xiaohe couldn't hear enough of the stories that had been told once, every time she listened to his deep voice, she gradually became fascinated, and finally she didn't know if she was obsessed with his voice or the story itself.

Gu Zheng doesn't like to talk much, and only talks a lot when telling stories, Mo Xiaohe leaned on his arms to listen, and suddenly, a sense of happiness arose, which made her very happy.

"With you."

Gu Zheng woke up for more than half an hour, he didn't go out to practice martial arts, but lay on the bed, quietly, occasionally turning his head sideways, observing his lady's sleeping face. Last night, she said that every morning, touching her side, the bedding was cold and empty, and there was always an inexplicable sense of loss, which he remembered in his heart.

"Yes."

Mo Xiaohe turned her head and took a deep breath, she suddenly wanted to cry. I heard that pregnant women are emotionally unstable and sentimental, and she doesn't know why, but the simple and simple words make her heart sour, and he always thinks about her, no matter how big or small.

The rooster at home crowed, and there was a rustling sound in the yard, and after a while, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang got up, and the two old people were in good spirits, and changed into new clothes, new shoes and socks. Last year, they were still in the small village of Dayue, spending the New Year alone, for decades, the old couple couldn't eat anything, only symbolically bought a strip of pork belly and stewed a bowl of cabbage.

"Old woman, you put on a dark red jacket and are more than ten years younger."

The snow on the ground is covered with a thick layer, Zhang Bo picked up the broom placed at the door of the stove to sweep the snow, Dawu is rainy in winter, but it rarely snows, like such a thick, it would be good to catch up once in more than ten years.

Many people's little babies have never seen it, running happily in the courtyard, turning the snow into a ball, aiming at the mottled earthen wall, and in an instant, the snow ball smashed on the wall, splitting apart, and the snowflakes splashed.

For the little babies, the Chinese New Year is undoubtedly the happiest day of the year. There is meat to eat, on weekdays, parents are reluctant to buy snacks, no longer pick and save during the New Year, they have peanuts and candy in their pockets, looking for good friends who usually play, running and jumping in the alley, laughing.

Aunt Zhang stood at the door, seeing this scene, her face was kind, and she thought to herself that in a short time, there would be joy in the family, and she would be able to live the addiction of changing the baby's diaper in person.

Last year, the two sat at the table and sighed, getting older, becoming more and more insecure, always worried that they were dead, and the other person could not live, and there was no one to take care of them when they got sick in the future.

was kicked out of the village by the father of Widow Fan, who was the village head, they were embarrassed and desperate, who expected that the willows would be bright, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and where could they say it so clearly.

In the alley, a few little babies ran by like crazy, holding snow balls in their hands, hitting people when they saw them, and when they saw them, they let out mischievous laughter and dispersed in a hurry. A few years old boy, it's really an age that even dogs hate, naughty and mischievous.

"Little bunny! Don't let Lao Tzu catch you! ”

Then, there were shouts and scolding in the alley, with helplessness and connivance in the voice. After Aunt Zhang opened the door, she was hit by two snow balls, she shook the snowflakes on her chest, shook her head, and went to the stove room to boil water with a smile.

"Husband, the snow is quite thick, isn't it?"

I couldn't sleep last night, Mo Xiaohe had to take her husband for a walk in the yard, it was snowing, she lit the red lantern hanging in the yard, stepped on a circle of small footprints on the falling snow, and together with Gu Zheng, printed a large and a small row of footprints, and had a lot of fun.

"Spent the night."

Gu Zheng got up first to change into new clothes, and added charcoal to the charcoal basin, the heat in the room rose a little, Mo Xiaohe got up to wash, waited for the water on her face to dry, applied a layer of balm to wipe her face, and she stood under the eaves to watch the snow.

The courtyard had been cleaned by Uncle Zhang, and the snow had piled up under the trees at the door, on the eaves in the distance, on the roof, and on the branches. The sun has just risen, refracted by the sun, and the snowflakes glow in a crystalline color and sparkle.

The old man and the little baby in the neighborhood were talking, and they didn't know what to say, followed by the old man's hearty laughter.

Taking a breath of fresh air after the snow, Mo Xiaohe closed his eyes, only to feel as if his lungs had been washed.

"Xiaohe, it's cold outside, but it's still warm inside."

Mo Xiaohe walked around outside, wanting to go to the stove to help, Aunt Zhang saw this, and was startled, this little work at home, her old arms and legs, can also be busy. used to live in the village, and I always heard that my mother-in-law was trying to teach her daughter-in-law, worked in the early stages of pregnancy, and finally had a miscarriage.

"Aunt Zhang, how can I be so expensive!"

went to the stove to help make a fire, Aunt Zhang was afraid that she would be smoked, cooking, and afraid that she would be hot, Mo Xiaohe was very helpless, she was just pregnant, and it was only preliminarily determined, and she felt that she was about to become a cripple who couldn't do anything.

The water tank at home, the water was filled yesterday, the firewood was piled up like a hill, half of the firewood house was full, the food at home was ready-made, the Chinese New Year's Eve meal made a few dishes, as well as cooked food, snacks, enough to fill a large table.

Just after breakfast, Mo Daya and Xu Tietou came to the door one after the other. According to Mo Xiaohe's guess, the two should have come together, and when they entered the alley, Mo Daya took the lead, and Xu Tietou followed.

When they came to the door for the New Year, no one was empty-handed, symbolically bringing something, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang were very enthusiastic, invited the two into the house to talk, and assigned a task to Mo Xiaohe, and accompanied his cousin to drink tea and chat.

"You, you, don't be in the midst of blessings and don't let you work, that's sorry for you, what are you not satisfied with?"

As soon as she entered the house, Mo Daya went straight to the charcoal basin, roasted it on the side for a while, dispelled the cold on her clothes, she sat on the chair, took the hot tea poured by Mo Xiaohe, blew it, and said slowly, "In short, it's always right to pay more attention." ”

"I understand this, I'm afraid that if it's an oolong, the husband will be happy."

Mo Xiaohe touched her flat lower abdomen, her small days were not very accurate, a few days before and after, Lao Langzhong asked the rest of the people to take a look after half a month, and at that time, it was basically certain.

"What pressure are you putting on yourself?"

Mo Daya rolled her eyes, when it comes to life, I can't find anyone more comfortable than my cousin, there is no powerful mother-in-law, and there is no worry-free sister-in-law, who is held in Gu Zheng's hand and loved by her, and there is no shortage of silver, where is there any trouble.

Look at the days of other people's families, firewood, rice, oil and salt, because of a copper plate to make chickens fly and dogs jump, a large family, several brothers, not separated from each other, each with their own thoughts, squeezing each other, unable to give birth to a son, being poked in the backbone, abounds.

"I can't say it either."

Mo Xiaohe originally wanted to give birth too early, but at the moment she learned that she was pregnant, she found that in her heart, she was very much looking forward to the birth of a small life.

"Also, your husband is over twenty years old, and he is not young, and a man of this age in the village will be able to play soy sauce."

After Mo Daya finished speaking, she took out a red cloth from her arms, put the red cloth on the table, and opened it carefully, revealing a booklet with a blue cover and yellowed paper.

"Xiaohe, I don't need this, you keep it."

After Mo Daya finished speaking, she handed it over calmly. Mo Xiaohe didn't know why, opened it and looked at it, and her face turned red when she brushed the ground, if she remembered correctly, this was the ancestral spring palace map of the Mo family, and she remembered that it was burned in the fire set by the village chief.

"My mother said that it was ancestral at the time, and I have always carried it with me, and now the things brought by the Mo family have been pawned clean by the old godmother, and only this booklet is left."

Mo Daya smiled ambiguously, they are all from the past, there is no need to hide it, the main reason why she sent the booklet is also to worry about Mo Xiaohe's body, Gu Zheng is strong, what if he can't control it and hurt the little baby in his cousin's womb, the last few pages of this booklet are to explain how couples have sex during pregnancy, and each position is introduced in detail.

Mo Xiaohe couldn't be shy, and after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was feasible, and she didn't want her husband to hold it all the time for her, the ancestral spring palace of the Mo family was really different and absolutely practical.

This book was first published by Lewen, please do not reprint!