Chrysanthemum looked at the yellow puddle of paste on the diaper, and her nose smelled like a stench, but she certainly couldn't say the smell of incense, so she wrapped the cloth with a smile and sent it to the door. Yuan Yuan

Yang hurriedly said: "Don't move, just leave it there, and wait for me to clean it up - I'm afraid you can't smell it, if you regurgitate, it's not good."

Chrysanthemum smiled as she walked: "It doesn't matter, I'll take it out."

He said with a smile: "Chrysanthemums are real, if the girl next to me has not experienced it, I am afraid that I will have to hide from the old distance when I see this thing."

Yang proudly looked at the chrysanthemum who came in after closing the door and said, "My chrysanthemum is never squeamish." Liu Yunlan also looked at the chrysanthemum gratefully.

The bubble of gold poop of the small gourd did not affect everyone's enthusiasm at all, and after half the afternoon, and after dinner in the evening, the Zheng family stepped on the snow and went home.

Pregnant, Chrysanthemum's mind seems to have become more sensitive.

In the early morning, she walked out of the door with hot air and rubbing her hands, looking at the two plum blossoms in the courtyard, a little stunned.

The courtyard was silvery white, quiet and cold; The snow reflects Danxia, quiet and serene

She stared intently at the plum blossom, and felt that she wanted to cry: she had come here for many years, and the past and present lives had passed by in front of her eyes, precipitating like this snowy world.

Slowly walking down the steps, approaching the plum blossom, touching it lightly with his hand, the petals like clotted cream bloomed to the fullest, as if smiling, telling; Looking at them again, I feel that they are silent and subtle, restrained, like ice and snow condensed.

She just stood quietly under the tree, her hand caressing the flower branches, and inexplicably burst into tears.

Huaizi came out of the thatched house, saw Chrysanthemum standing under the plum tree looking at the flowers, and hurriedly shouted, "Chrysanthemum, come up quickly." The snow hasn't been swept yet, and my feet are cold when I step on it. "Come and pull her.

Chrysanthemum turned around, Huaizi saw her tears in her eyes, was shocked, hurriedly pulled her by the arm and pulled her back to the house, and asked, "What's wrong?" Chrysanthemum, why aren't you comfortable?"

He wrapped her cold hands with his big hands, and asked nervously, "Chrysanthemum, what do you have on your mind, can you tell me?" He felt that Chrysanthemum was not unwell—if she was, she would definitely come back and lie down—but that she thought of something unpleasant, and she seemed to be very sad

While calming her mind, Chrysanthemum smiled at him and said, "I don't have anything to do, I just don't know why, just see that flower...... It's a little sad."

She really can't say, seeing the flowers and remembering the memories of the long ago are not enough to make her cry, the only explanation is the impact of this pregnancy, pregnant women are prone to emotional instability, which she knows.

But why is she so easy to lose control?

Huaizi was frightened just now, but when she heard Chrysanthemum's words, she was surprised: sad to see the flowers? This is really not the performance that chrysanthemums should have, she has never been happy to see flowers. Take that Qiu Ju as an example, when she carries a basket and a pair of scissors every morning, carefully and reluctantly cuts them, she always has a smile in her eyes.

Seeing that he was puzzled and didn't want him to worry about himself, Chrysanthemum said to him: "I heard that people who are pregnant with babies are easily moody. Some people are angry, some people are sad, and this is common, and it's not quite the same as usual. When you see me like this, persuade me. I don't want to feel bad myself. ”

She didn't want that to happen too often.

When Huaizi heard this, her heart sank, she raised her hand to help her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said to her with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you more." Let's go wash our faces. My mother is cooking. After eating, let's not look at the flowers, let's go to see the vegetables, don't you like to pick up the vegetables in the snow?"

Chrysanthemum nodded, and the two went to the kitchen to wash.

He Shi was really already cooking porridge, she smiled at Chrysanthemum and said, "It's cold this winter, you sleep more in the morning, don't get up too early." Anyway, I'll cook a meal, feed the pigs and feed the chickens, and have your father. We are too old to wake up too late. ”

Chrysanthemum nodded and said, "I also woke up when I woke up." She turned to Huaizi and said, "Brother Huaizi, you go to my mother's to bring the milk back, so that my mother can run to deliver it - there is a milk baby at home, and she is very busy in the morning."

Huaizi hurriedly said: "You wash it first, I'll serve it." One side went out.

Here, He nagged and told Chrysanthemum about eating and drinking, and Chrysanthemum kept responding in her mouth, but her eyes glanced at the lazy cat in the cave of the stove - she was sleeping with her cotton insole.

She rushed over angrily, bent down to pick up the fur from the cat's neck, dragged it out and threw it away, and muttered, "The lazy cat knows how to sleep all day long, and it doesn't catch mice, and it raises food for nothing." Look, my insoles are dirty. ”

The stove cave is a small space of one foot square left on the wall directly in front of the stove, so that the heat from the bottom of the pot can be used to bake an insole or something, and this cat likes to sleep in it in winter - warm.

Seeing Chrysanthemum rubbing the dust on the insoles with his hands hatefully, He couldn't help but laugh: "It's okay, some cats drill into the bed in winter, which is even more annoying." When I was a child, there was a cat in the family who liked to go to bed in the winter. Sleep until midnight, your hand touches the side of the pillow and the fluffy ball, if you don't know, you can be scared crazy by it. I'm used to it, always grabbing it with my eyes closed and throwing it away. After a while you fall asleep, it climbs up again. ”

Chrysanthemum thought about the feeling of touching a fluffy cloud of unknown objects in the middle of the night, shivered, and said with a smile: "Then let it sleep in the stove kiln, if you let it climb into bed, it will be uncomfortable." This cat is covered in hair, why is he so afraid of the cold?"

He smiled: "I am afraid of the cold even if I have a long body of hair." Do cats love to drill hot kangs? ”

When Huaizi brought back the milk, he had to help cook the chrysanthemums himself. Chrysanthemum laughed with He's family, her mood had recovered, she was busy beside him, and whispered: "I'll come, you go brush your teeth and wash your face, and I'll help my father shovel snow later."

After feeding the cattle, Zhang Dazhuan was shoveling snow in the yard.

Seeing that she was much better, Huaizi nodded and went to wash herself.

Since then, Huaizi has deliberately accompanied Chrysanthemum, sometimes going back to her parents' house to laugh with her brother and sister-in-law, and tease the little gourd; When the sun is good, go to the field to dig carrots and cut the snow mushrooms; Or read to her at home.

Chrysanthemum herself also tried her best to control and stabilize her emotions, trying her best to think about her happy life, and not to think about miscellaneous things, so as not to stir her nerves. But even so, she often burst into tears, was very easy to be sad, and became a crying mother-to-be.

Some time later, one morning, she developed morning sickness. Now it's out of control, it's really what to eat and vomit, so anxious that He's heart is on fire, and the corners of his mouth are foaming; Zhang Huai cared for her more gently, straight like a pool of spring water.

Chrysanthemum calmed down, and there was rarely emotional instability, she suddenly had a fighting spirit, vomited and ate, kept eating every day, and cooked by herself, so that He didn't have to worry about her, she wanted to move more, and specially called Zhao Qing to play with her - this time she really invited her to accompany herself.

"Sister Chrysanthemum, bear with me, it'll be fine in a few days. My mother said that the first baby will be like this. Zhao Qing saw that after the chrysanthemum had vomited countless times, he comforted her very distressedly. She saw that Chrysanthemum kept throwing up, so she went back to tell her mother, and her mother told her those words.

Chrysanthemum finished spitting on the clay pot by the fire bucket, took the water cup on the stool and rinsed her mouth, took a breath, looked at Zhao Qinghong's fluttering little face—it was whiter in winter—and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I'll just eat some more." Qing'er, your mother is about to give birth, will your grandmother come to serve her?"

Zhao Qing nodded and said, "Hey, my grandmother will come over during the Chinese New Year, and I will go back when my younger brother is born." Sister Chrysanthemum, when will you give birth to a baby?"

Chrysanthemum stroked her stomach and smiled: "I won't be born until September next year."

At the door opened, He came in with a casserole, smelled the smell in the room, and asked worriedly, "Spit again?" How good is this, always spitting. Come, this dumpling is fried and fragrant. Qing'er, you accompany Sister Chrysanthemum to eat together, she sees that you eat well, and her appetite is good. As he spoke, he placed the casserole on the stool next to the two of them and handed over two pairs of chopsticks. He took the basin and went out to wash it.

Chrysanthemum smiled apologetically at He, and when she went out, she lifted the lid of the casserole and smelled the fragrance of coriander.

This is the stuffing she personally mixed with coriander and bacon, and after wrapping the dumplings, he fried them fragrant and used as a snack.

She said to Zhao Qing: "Come, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." Well, there are eight, four of us. ”

Zhao Qing accompanies chrysanthemums these days, and eats with a round belly every day, and chrysanthemums always do all kinds of tricks, she eats happily, and can't help but regretfully think, why is it such a delicious thing, Sister Chrysanthemum will spit it out after eating?

The two of them held the casserole and ate it happily.

The coriander is fragrant, the bacon is salty, the dough outside the dumplings is burnt and fragrant, and there is not much oil, the taste is not greasy at all, the chrysanthemum feels very comfortable in the stomach after eating it, and after eating four in one go, he spit out a long breath, and said secretly, I won't vomit now, right?

She turned her head to look at Zhao Qing, only to see that the little girl's cheeks were puffing out, and her big eyes were bent into crescents, so she asked with a smile: "What's the matter, is it delicious?"

Zhao Qing swallowed the dumplings in his mouth vigorously, and nodded his little head like a chicken pecking rice: "It's delicious, it's so fragrant." Sister Chrysanthemum, didn't you vomit after eating this? Then you can eat again, and eat the rest. I've eaten a lot of stuff before, and I'm not hungry at all; You've vomited all the food you've eaten, so you should eat more. ”

Seeing that she was so sensible, Chrysanthemum couldn't help but touch her head lovingly and said, "You can eat." My sister still eats less at first, and then warms it up when she wants to eat it - I have a lot of miles, and I still have it in the kitchen. ”

Zhao Qing's eyes flashed wide, nodded, but still picked up a small dumpling and handed it to Chrysanthemum and said, "Then sister take another bite."

Seeing her expectant, Chrysanthemum hoped that she would eat more than He, and hurriedly lowered her head and took a big bite, and Zhao Qing happily stuffed the rest into her mouth.

Outside the door, Zhang Huai came back with a large load of water-drenched carrots—freshly washed by the river. He rested his burden under the eaves of the porch, picked some good-looking turnips, broke off the seedlings on them, washed them by the well, and sent them to the kitchen.

After a while, he carried a bamboo tube filled with radish juice, took a bowl, walked into the hall, and asked Chrysanthemum with a smile: "I heard my mother, you just ate dumplings and didn't vomit?"