At nine o'clock in the evening, Teacher Chu came back from preaching and receiving his karma.
Yang Guizhi, who had just finished watching TV, had gone back to her room to lie down, while Xiao Ni was playing with her birds in the main room.
"Quack quack..."
The door was pushed open at this time, and the sound made by some rusty door shafts was a little penetrating and a little harsh, which scared the birds in the cage and started to flutter.
Even Chu Heng, who had just walked in, was startled.
"What's going on with this door? There was no movement when I left at night?" He clasped his ears in discomfort, grabbed the door and pushed and pulled it a few more times. The creaking sound was like a female ghost calling for spring.
"I don't know what's going on. I just went to the latrine after watching TV and there was this noise." Ni Yinghong put down the bird cage in her hand, turned to look at her husband who was still shaking the door, and said softly: "You
Hurry up and think of a way, the sky is creaking loudly now, don't scare these birds anymore."
"I guess it's rusty because of the rain. I'll try to put some oil on it."
Chu Heng shook the door a few more times, then went back to the sewing machine and took a small iron oil bottle filled with sewing machine oil and sprayed a little on the door shaft, then waited for more than half a minute for the oil to seep in.
After finding the gap in the door shaft, he shook the door a few more times. Not only was it smooth and moist, there was no sense of resistance, and the abnormal noise disappeared.
"Done!"
He closed the door and walked to the east room carrying the oil can.
"You are so awesome." Ni Yinghong looked at her with half-serious admiration, her eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled.
This is what she learned from Aunt Sun some time ago. Men are very vain and need to be praised from time to time so that they can work harder.
She has also tried it, and it really works, um... in every aspect.
"Damn, why is this so awesome? It's just a trivial matter." Chu Heng, who was praised, curled his lips nonchalantly, but his chin was raised a few degrees insignificantly.
A few moments.
After delivering the oil can, he came out, ran to his wife and sat down beside him, hugged her gently from behind, gently stroked her bulging belly with his broad palm, and said softly: "How are you feeling today?
Has the child moved?"
"On which day does he move?" Ni Yinghong lowered her head, put her hand on the back of her husband's hand, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her smile was full of motherly glory: "Every day, he starts moving at meal time, but he is on time."
"Haha, isn't it up to you? You two greedy cats." Chu Heng stood up with a smile, bowed down in front of his wife, put his face on her belly, listened attentively, and murmured: "Daughter, dad is here
It’s up to you, move it and show it to daddy.”
"bump!"
A small bump immediately formed on Xiao Ni's belly. Not only did she really understand, but she also thought he was noisy.
"Hey! It's really moving!"
Chu Heng looked at his wife's belly in surprise and smiled like an idiot.
"Bah, bah, crow's mouth!"
But Ni Yinghong quit, and angrily kicked her peach blossom eyes and said: "What daughter? Son, it must be my son, I am sour every day during this period!"
"Spit a few times, son, hurry up!"
Even though Chu Heng had said over and over again that both daughters and sons were fine, because of the thoughts instilled by her family since she was a child and what people around her often talked about, Xiao Ni's obsession with the gender abnormality of the child in her belly could even be said to be an obsession.
Now, I always talk about my son in my dreams.
This shows how much pressure there is.
Chu Heng looked up at his wife helplessly, and saw that her pretty face was tense, as if she was already a little angry. He quickly followed the instructions and said a few words about having a son, and then Xiao Ni's face turned from gloomy to clear.
, and smiled again.
This made him a little worried. If he really gave birth to a girl, his wife couldn't be depressed, right?
"Silly girl, I've told you so many times, as long as it's our son or my daughter's son, I'll be happy if you give birth to a baby." Chu Heng pinched his daughter-in-law's pink face with pity.
"You still have a baby, what am I pregnant with?" Xiao Ni also knew that her husband didn't want to put too much pressure on her, so in order to prevent him from worrying, she gave him a cute look and stopped mentioning the topic.
After chatting with him for a while, the two of them went back to the house to wash up.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Chu Heng helped his wife sit down beside the bed, then fetched a basin of warm water and started washing her feet.
"Hey, why is this foot more swollen than yesterday?"
Taking off Xiao Ni's shoes and socks, Chu Heng looked at the white feet with serious edema and held them in his hands distressedly: "Can't you take a long vacation tomorrow? Are you going to go back to work after confinement?"
"Oh, it's nothing. How can you be so delicate?" Xiao Ni took out his foot with a nonchalant expression, put it into the basin, and smiled: "When my mother was pregnant with Ni Yinghua, the swelling was much worse than mine.
Aren’t you going to work as usual?”
Chu Heng curled his lips and said: "That's because our mother doesn't have the conditions. She wants to stop working, but what about this family? You don't have to work, and it's not like you can't take leave. Listen to me, Ming
I'll go find Kant, if you dare to disagree, I'll just let him pack up and leave."
"Come on, come on, what are you really going to do like this?"
However, Xiao Ni said nothing. Chu Heng tried to persuade her for a while but to no avail. Finally, she had no choice but to give up and continued to wash her feet with a sigh.
Not long after, Ni Yinghong finished washing her feet. Chu Heng poured the foot washing water and came back with a basin of warm water. He used a towel to apply hot compress to his wife's feet and massaged her feet.
After squeezing and squeezing, Xiao Ni, whose need for study became more intense after becoming pregnant, began to pant, her face turned bright red, and she stared straight at her husband.
…
At one o'clock in the evening.
Chu Heng climbed up from the bed with difficulty, holding his waist. He carefully covered his wife, who was mumbling about having a son, with a quilt. After putting on his clothes, he quietly came out of the house.
At this time, it was still raining outside, and the rustling sound of falling raindrops seemed like countless people whispering in my ears. The branches of the trees in the distance swayed gently with the majestic wind, like an evil ghost baring its teeth and claws.
The deep midnight became even more terrifying.
But Chu Heng was not afraid.
Who is he?
If we really talk about it, he should be regarded as an old ghost who traveled through time with his soul and succeeded in seizing his body. Not to mention this little movement, even if a ghost really jumped out to scare him, he would have to go over and slap a few big guys in the pocket.
Go again!
soon.
Chu Heng came out of the house. Since he couldn't drive there, he put on a raincoat and went to the outside of the kitchen. He pushed out his wife's bicycle, quietly left Xiaolihua, and rushed towards the Qingyuan home.
In Volgari, Mavericks and several other young men who were sheltering from the rain in their car looked at the figure that flickered under the street lights and felt very puzzled.
It's still raining in the middle of the night, what is Mr. Chu going to do?