On February 17, 1966, the twenty-eighth day of the first month of the first lunar month, a small border town in western China, the family courtyard of the Eighth Agricultural Normal People's Hospital in Shihezi City, Xinjiang, came from the cry of a baby.

"Dr. Zeng's wife has given birth" Some people began to walk out of the house and began to talk about it

"I don't know if it's a male doll or a female doll," someone asked

"Working in the hospital is the first month to get a baby after giving birth, and Chen Hongzhen, a gold medal doctor in obstetrics and gynecology, took the initiative to come to the door to deliver the baby," some people said with a hint of jealousy

"Zhang Yulan is a Chinese teacher in the city's No. 1 Middle School, or a class teacher?"

"It's not, Lao Zeng has high medical skills, treats people kindly, wants medical ethics and medical ethics, and has a good character, and the position of department director will definitely be him in the future."

"Who in our hospital doesn't praise them as good husband and wife?"

"Yes, yes!" Everyone agreed

"It's a male doll," someone shouted in the distance

"Male dolls are good, male dolls are good" everyone echoed again, in that era, the idea of patriarchy was still relatively serious

At this time, Zeng Zhiwen's house, Zeng Zhiwen made a basin of cold water, added some hot water in the water bottle, tested the water temperature, felt just right, took out a new towel from the cabinet, and at the same time took out a piece of Shanghai brand soap that had been reluctant to use, and whispered to Chen Hongzhen, a colleague from our hospital who was standing by the bed to take care of his wife and children: "Director Chen, thank you so much, you delivered the eldest and the second child, and this time you personally came to deliver the third child."

"What's polite, everyone is an old colleague, and besides, my second child doesn't let Yulan worry less"

"Come and wash your face, I've been busy for a few hours, I'm tired," Zeng Zhiwen handed Chen Hongzhen a brand-new towel

Chen Hongzhen took the towel, and she was not polite, put the towel into the basin, soaked it, and washed her face happily, busy from half past seven to almost 11 o'clock in the evening, Chen Hongzhen felt really tired

"Eat something, I've been hungry for so long"

Zeng Zhiwen invited Chen Hongzhen to sit at the dining table, there was a small pot of tendon pot on the dining table, it was the millet porridge boiled by the second Zeng Xianghong, there were two hot steamed buns on the plate next to it, and a plate of dried radish pickles pickled by Zhang Yulan, Zeng Zhiwen opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of porridge fragrance permeated the hut, Zeng Xiangjun, the boss of the Zeng family standing next to him, couldn't help but swallow a few times of water, he hadn't drunk millet porridge for a long time, and he could only drink cornmeal gruel, this kind of pure millet porridge can only be drunk during the New Year, so he complained about this little thing, Zeng Xiangjun stared fiercely at the younger brother who had just come to the world lying next to his mother, and muttered in his heart: With one more mouth, the days of starvation will definitely be indispensable in the future

Zeng Xianghong also stood at the dinner table at this time, staring at Chen Hongzhen eating with relish, and couldn't help swallowing a little saliva, she is 6 years old this year, it is the time to grow her body, but this period is also a difficult period for the country, every family is the same, starvation is a normal situation, the family is good, after all, every meal can still eat, next door Zhao Dahu brothers 4 people, all can eat, the whole family of 8 people, often cut off cooking, yesterday came to borrow oil and noodles, saw that the mother was about to give birth, so embarrassed to excuse and leave

"Have you figured out what to name the third child?" Chen Hongzhen, who swallowed the last porridge, asked

"If you think about it, it's called Xiangyang," Zeng Zhiwen replied

"Xiangyang, this name is good, like Li Xiangyang, I will also be a hero in the future!" Chen Hongzhen looked at the baby lying beside her mother lovingly and said

"I'll go back, let their mother and son have a good rest, call me if something happens" Chen Hongzhen took off her thick cotton clothes from the coat rack and put them on

"I'll send you off," Zeng Zhiwen hurriedly got up and said

"What to send, one step away, no need," Chen Hongzhen said, opened the thick curtain, pushed the door and walked out of the house

Snowflakes fell outside the house again, more than 30 degrees below zero, Chen Hongzhen couldn't help but shrink her neck, quickened her pace, and walked towards her own house in the back row

"Dr. Chen, thank you, go slowly!" Zeng Zhiwen stood in front of the door, watched Chen Hongzhen's back disappearing into the snowflakes, closed the door and entered the house.

Outside the house, the snow is getting heavier......