After two days of rest, my mother, Shiraishi Zhiye, left the maternity hospital with my father, with no intention of taking me away immediately.

So eight days have passed since I was born, but I am still in the nursery of the maternity hospital. People in this place do not seem to have the habit of taking the child immediately after giving birth, but leave the child in the maternity hospital for various examinations.

In the past eight days, I have been a little exhausted from coping with the examinations. I tried my best to imitate the crying habits of the babies around me, and I went to sleep after crying, but I didn't let the staff find any flaws.

Life as a baby is not easy, and the nursery has many beds. Made of light brown unknown wood, these cribs sit side by side, forming eight parallel lines from top to bottom.

Actually, it's fine, but the point is that I have newborn babies on my left and right sides, and the crib's too low and wide playpen won't stop the newborns from harassing me.

The child on my right was fine, but the baby in the bed on my left seemed to be energetic by nature, always preferring to reach through the gap in the fence to pull my clothes and occasionally slap my hands. These actions seemed to make her feel happy, and the giggles revealed innocent pleasure.

This behavior annoyed me, and every time I reached out to stop the "bear" baby from harassing me, slapping, shoving, staring...... I've used almost everything I can do, but I still can't stop the baby from walking in the bear.

He...... No, maybe I should call her, I changed it when I saw the mark on her foot one day.

Markings are what maternity hospitals use to distinguish between babies and every baby has them. And the baby girl's mark is a rather beautiful ribbon with her name on it - Watanabe Early Season.

I also have such a mark on my right foot, but it is just a plain blue string with my name and production number on it.

Returning to the point, my blocking didn't stop the "bear" behavior called the early season, but instead made her think it was a way to play. So one day, she used her hands and feet to brazenly climb over the Berlin Wall...... Fencing.

The early season of climbing over the fence weighed heavily on my body, and a pair of hands scratched at my face and head.

It is important to know that a baby's skull is very soft at first, especially before the posterior fontanelle is closed.

Although I didn't have much strength as a baby in the early season, she managed to hit me hard, making me breathless and dizzy.

As a baby, I couldn't push her off the early season and couldn't send her back to my bed. I then had to cry to get the staff to return her to her bed and reinforce the fence between me and her.

At this point, the curtain came down, and I was finally able to calm down.

Two days later, Watanabe's parents came to pick her up. During this time, the staff of the maternity hospital described to them as an anecdote about what happened two days ago, perhaps because the work was too boring.

Early Ji's mother, a rather beautiful woman, apologized to me when she heard this, smiling and saying something funny while touching my head with her hand. It looks quite childlike.

Should I say that it is worthy of being a mother and daughter, Watanabe seems to have inherited her lively and active personality in the early season. Out of disgust with the house, I opened my eyes and glanced at her, then tilted my head to show diswelcome.

It's not that I really hate Watanabe and her mother, it's just that I don't want to be harassed by them as funny playthings.

Originally, I thought that expressing displeasure would avoid a storm, but who knew that she hugged Watanabe Hayaki to my side instead, saying that she wanted Watanabe Hayaki to say goodbye to me.

Watanabe, who was beside me, gave me a few solid punches in the morning, and stomped on me several times with a giggle.

After tossing and turning for a while, Watanabe's mother finally picked her up, and I thought I wouldn't ever meet this "bear" baby again.

Five days later, my new parents came to the maternity hospital to take me home, with a little girl of three or four years old still in my father's arms. She is my older sister named Shiraishi Shiru.

There were no cars on the way home, and even the roads were simple gravel roads, with many empty paddy fields on the side of the road, and it was clear that the harvest was over early.

It is surrounded by an idyllic landscape, and there is a river not far from the right-hand side, and the width of the river is about ten meters. Even from a distance, you can see the layers of phosphorescent light rippling on the surface of the water, which shows the clarity of the water in the river.

There are many waterwheels on the river, and there are various styles. The tall body turned under the action of the current, and there was a heavy grinding sound in the mill on the shore.

There is a stone arch bridge connecting the two sides of the river dozens of meters apart, and while some people are walking on the bridge, there are also many small boats and bamboo rafts floating under the bridge, like many carefree swimming fish.

Where is this country?

Although it is a natural rural scenery, I noticed that the village seems to have no shadow of modern technology at all. There are no cars, no roads, not even people using communication tools, and passers-by are dressed in retro clothes.

If I hadn't just come out of a maternity hospital with a lot of modern vibes, I might have thought I was back in the Middle Ages.

Along the way, I watched my surroundings with my eyes half-open, and from time to time I made eye contact with my sister, who was staggering and walking by my mother's trousers. She did have a quiet personality as her name suggests, and she barely spoke after that, except for a timid touch of her hand at first. Should I say that she is timid and timid, or should I say that she is introverted and not good at words?

The new home is a house with a sloping attic, just about 200 steps away from the river, so you can hear the murmuring of the river at all times.

The scenery is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, this is a good environment for raising people.

After being fed, I was placed in a crib in my parents' room, not without empty rooms, but parents may have felt that their children needed more intimate care.

The crib is made of well-grained oak wood, 80 centimeters above the ground, and has an oval shape, surrounded by rails facing inward, looking like an unbloomed flower bud.

The bed looked a little old, but there were no burrs or sharp bumps, and many places were wrapped in soft silk cloth so that it wouldn't hurt even if it was touched. Thanks to this, I can stretch once in a while.

After lying in bed for a while, my sister, a little girl who looked like she was three or four years old, opened the door of the Japanese room and slipped in, while my father was already out and my mother was resting on the bed.

She walked over to my bedside and stood on tiptoe to look at me through the fence, and I opened my eyes to look at her. A little girl of three or four years old, her face still has the roundness and flesh of a baby, and her light green eyes reveal curiosity and joy. She hesitated and couldn't decide, and finally slowly reached out and stroked my cheek.

So I reached out and touched her hand as a sign of welcome.

She became happy, no longer afraid, and leaned close to me and kissed me on the face.

"Xiaozhi, I'm Shiraishi Jing. It's your sister! ”

In a somewhat muffled voice, she introduced herself, her eyes smiling like a pair of crescents.

"Babble."

I tried to make such a sound in response, and she became happier when she heard it.

……

I'm sorry, I've been busy with work lately, and I've been working overtime a lot, so I've been delaying until now.

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