Rebirth of the Wild Age

Having a baby is a painful process. After Lin Zhuoyun was pushed into the delivery room, Song Weiyang called to inform both parents. However, when the elders all flew over from Xikang, Editor-in-Chief Lin was still waiting to give birth.

　　 Song Weiyang wanted the doctor to have a direct cesarean, but the doctor recommended that the delivery be successful.

　　 This order lasted more than 10 hours. Starting from Lin Zhuoyun's abdominal pain, it was nearly 30 hours before and after.

　　 On the aisle outside the delivery room, Guo Xiaolan and Lin Mu were pulling homework, turning their heads to spy on the situation from time to time. Song Shumin smoked in the toilet with Father Lin. The men were always more nervous, and they were even in the mood to discuss current affairs and politics.

　　 Doudou came over and stayed for three hours after school, and by the way made two practice papers in the aisle. At about 10 o'clock in the evening, Song Weiyang asked the driver to send Doudou back. After all, he had to get up early to go to school tomorrow.

　　 Xiao Ruoxi was also going to class, but did not come to Shenghai. She is more than 4 years old and is currently in kindergarten, temporarily taken care of by her sister-in-law at home.

　　 "Lin Zhuoyun's family!" The nurse suddenly opened the door.

"I'm!"

　　 Not only Song Weiyang leaned over immediately, but both parents immediately surrounded the nurse.

　　 "Mother and child are safe, and the child weighs six catties and six taels," the nurse said, "You can come in with two relatives, preferably the husband and female family members."

　　 Song Weiyang quickly changed into sanitary clothes with his mother-in-law. The former helped push the mobile bed, and the latter was responsible for packing the mother’s belongings.

　　 The child was held by a nurse, and when he heard the sound, he rolled his eyes. It was obviously impossible to see things clearly, but he still seemed to be making eye contact with Song Weiyang.

　　 Lin Zhuoyun's whole body was wet with sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, her face pale and asked, "Is the child beautiful?"

　　 "Very beautiful," Song Weiyang turned to hold Lin Zhuoyun's hand, smiled and comforted, "The eyes are open, they are very spiritual, and the skin is smooth."

　　 Lin Zhuoyun squeezed out a tired smile: "Cousin lied to me, she said that the baby was ugly when she was born, and her skin was wrinkled like a mouse."

　　 The nurse suddenly smiled and interjected: "Your child was born just a week beyond the expected date of delivery, and he developed very well in the womb, so he was born beautifully."

Mother Lin was holding her daughter's water glass and her changed clothes, and she cooperated with the nurse to carry the baby onto the mobile bed, smiling and saying, "Xiao Yun, you see how much the child looks like you, and her eyes are so beautiful. Will shine."

　　 Lin Zhuoyun turned her head to look at the baby beside her pillow, but the baby suddenly closed his eyes and seemed to be too tired to sleep. She smiled wryly and said: "Don't give me face, I fell asleep when I saw him."

　　 Song Weiyang and the nurse jointly pushed the bed out of the delivery room. Song Shumin and Lin's father immediately surrounded them, but they were all focused on the child.

　　 The child was washed by the nurse and put on nice little clothes. Lin Zhuoyun was also pushed back to the superior single room, where her mother-in-law and mother helped to wipe her body and put on a clean hospital gown.

　　 When the women are busy, the men are not idle either.

　　 Song Shumin and Lin's father, the two relatives, are having a heated discussion about naming their children.

　　 Song Shumin's academic qualifications are not high. He just graduated from junior high school, and became an educated youth before finishing high school. However, he insisted on self-study for many years. When he first resumed the college entrance examination, his score even reached the admission line of a key university, but he was brushed down because of his failure in the political review. Song Shumin likes to read all kinds of miscellaneous books, not to mention how in-depth research on the Jingshi sub-collection, but at least "Twenty-Four History" has been read, and the four books and five classics are also slightly covered.

　　 Father Lin belongs to the older generation of intellectuals. He is a retired professor. He understands English and Russian, and he has transferred from engineering to Marxist-Leninist philosophy. But he also read "San Zi Jing" and "Thousand Characters Wen" when he was a child, and later received a pure Western education, and he really didn't know much about Chinese traditional culture. In that special age, he was not allowed to delve into ancient books and classics, and "Das Kapital" was enough to study for a lifetime.

　　 "I think it should be called Song Zhengyang," said Father Lin, "being upright and upright!"

　　 Song Shumin said speechlessly: "This name is too common. Moreover, we have an old leader named Fan Zhengyang, and my grandson named Song Zhengyang again. It feels awkward no matter how you listen."

　　Father Lin said: "That's Song Zhenhua, revitalize China!"

　　 "Too old and antique," Song Shumin vomited, "My family, you named your two daughters Wanzi and Zhuoyun back then. This sounds better than Zhenhua. Your ability to name names is obviously degraded."

　　Father Lin was speechless for an instant, because the two daughters were named by their wives back then. As a wife, he was strict and had no right to speak.

　　Father Lin thought for a moment, and said again: "Then you want Song Yuanbo, who has a great future, a broad mind, and a profound knowledge!"

　　 Song Shumin can only secretly rejoice, but fortunately, the father-in-law is still reliable, and he doesn't have any passers-by names like "victory" or "zhiqiang". He was rather tired and said: "I think it's good to be called Song Jingyuan. To be quiet and far away, I hope the child will be quieter and don't jump off like his dad."

Father Lin sneered and said: "I thought you were no better than me for a long time. The boy's name should be more magnificent. Song Jingyuan thought it was a little girl when I heard it. You can name it, but I have requirements, I must be masculine, generous, and positive!"

　　 Song Shumin searched his bowels and thought about it for a long time: "How about Song Jingxing? From "The Book of Songs Xiaoya": The mountain rises up and the Jingxingxing stops. Sima Qian also said: "The mountain rises up and the Jingxingxing stops. Although it can't be there, I yearn for it.""

　　 "I don't understand the ancient Chinese, please speak the vernacular!" Father Lin said depressed.

　　 The idiom "Mountain Yang Zhi" is naturally known and understood by Father Lin, but it is really unclear what "Jing Xing Xing Zhi" means.

Song Shumin patiently explained: "'Jing' can be understood as being upright, broad, flat, and bright.'Xing' means a road. Together,'Jing Xing' means a broad and flat road. It is a metaphor for being upright and bright. The extended meaning is A gentleman has a lofty character, and it is the kind of lofty character that Sima Qian said, "Although I can't come, I want it." At the same time, I also hope that the children will be able to go smoothly in the future and not go astray, and they will be able to walk in the right way for the rest of their lives. On the smooth road."

　　Father Lin tasted it over and over again, and finally nodded and said, "Well, this name is barely enough. My family's ancient prose is really good."

　　 Song Weiyang was also busy in the ward at this time. The imported vacuum breast pump was useless for birds. He had to help his wife **** colostrum with his mouth. After working for a full 20 minutes, the cheeks were sore, Song Weiyang finally felt something sucked into his mouth, and then he almost vomited it out with nausea.

　　 When everything is done, Song Weiyang came back from the toilet to rinse his mouth and took the breast pump and said, "The market prospects for this thing are very broad, but unfortunately it will probably lose money at this stage."

　　 "We haven't used it before, and now we haven't seen anyone use it." Guo Xiaolan said.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Because it is too expensive."

　　 Don’t look at a small breast pump, but the main raw materials need to be imported. At this time, more than 75% of China's annual consumption of organic silicon is imported from abroad, and this situation will probably continue for about 10 years. The breast pump was invented more than 100 years ago ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and it was first used for milk collection. Before 1991, it was also a medical device used to help women and babies with physical defects.

　　Mr Lin quickly brought the mullet soup from the hospital cafeteria. Except for some salt, she didn't put any condiments in it. Lin Zhuoyun drank so much that she wanted to vomit.

　　 Song Shumin and Lin's father were also allowed in. The latter said straightforwardly: "Xiao Song, the child's name, I have already discussed with your dad."

　　 Lin Zhuoyun quickly pushed away the mullet soup and said, "No. Dad, we have prepared names ourselves. We have prepared more than 30 boy and girl names. You can pick from these names."

　　 Father Lin kindly smiled and said, "I don't think it's necessary. My family's name is quite meaningful, and the big name is Song Jingxing. If you two also want to have a name, then give your child a nickname, so that's democratic enough."

　　 Lin Zhuoyun looked at Song Weiyang, he stopped talking, and finally immersed himself in drinking mullet soup.

　　 Song Weiyang can only shrug his shoulders helplessly. The two elders have already made up their minds. He doesn't need to be unhappy because of this kind of thing.