Chapter 82
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Fu Zhen's eyes stop at the top of the bell tower, and somehow his eyes are moist.
He remembered that it had been said that he would be given a castle when he was an adult, but that estate had finally come under the name of Don crook, and he was no longer his father's child.
Tears can't help but fall from the corner of his eyes, dripping on the lawn, into crystal dew, into the sky stars, into the firefly of memories.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to wipe the tears on Fu Zhen's cheek, and asked him in a low voice, "how did you cry? Don't you like it? If I don't like it, I have other manors. "
"Yes," Fu Zhen nodded with tears. He hugged Jiang Hengshu. "Jiang Hengshu, I like you so much."
Jiang Hengshu hugged Fu Zhen and touched his head. "I like you very much, so don't cry."
He bowed his head and dried the tears on Fu Zhen's face, leaving salty and bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He pressed Fu Zhen to his chest and said, "I love you."
It was as if the stars in the night sky fell into Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes, while Fu Zhen was immersed in the sapphire like eyes.
Jiang Hengshu suddenly released Fu Zhen and stepped back. He bent down with his left hand behind him, stretched out his right arm, palm up, and sent out an invitation to Fu Zhen: "Hello, handsome prince. Would you like to dance with me?"
Fu Zhen rubbed his face, arranged his expression, stood up straight, put his hand in Jiang Hengshu's palm, and said with a smile, "it's a great honor."
Jiang Hengshu pulled Fu Zhen into his arms.
The gentle music flowed from around the fountain. The white lawn lamp began to change color at the moment of the music. The castle in the distance was also lit with dreamlike color. Fu Zhen danced with Jiang Hengshu's steps, as if entering a fairy tale at a certain moment. The princess and his riders will always be together.
After the dance, Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen, "the castle has not been equipped with air conditioning, so please come home with me tonight."
“…… All right
……
Shortly after the Chinese Valentine's Eve, the script of "White Castle" has been completely revised. Fu Zhen and other children can start to choose roles, determine the venue and prepare to switch on. Fu Zhen, the leading actor, has several candidates in his mind. He has contacted the other party before, but he doesn't know if he has time and whether he will agree.
Fu Zhen once worked as a screenwriter for the chronicle of Shazhou. He thought that he had done a good job in this field. However, during this period of time, he learned a lot of things he didn't know much about before, and gained a lot. After the script of white castle was completed, Fu Zhen asked Luo Pingping, "Mr. Luo, have you been a screenwriter before?"
Luo Pingping did not hide from Fu Zhen and said with a smile, "yes, I have. I am the screenwriter of the TV series a Fang Gong Mi Shi and a widow and two Han."
These two TV dramas were very popular more than ten years ago, with very high ratings. Until today, people often mention that Fu Zhen only saw the secret history of the Afang palace when he was a child. The lines in it left a deep impression on him. It was clearly an ancient historical play, but the narration had a little flavor of Shakespeare's drama, and unexpectedly it was very well matched with the whole play.
The two plays are very different in style and subject matter. One is an ancient costume drama with historical themes, while the other is a rural love story. Fu Zhen quickly opened a website to check the name of the screenwriter. It is true that the two plays are the same screenwriter, but the name is not Luo Pingping.
Luo Pingping explained to Fu Zhen, "I changed my name later. My father thought that my previous name was too harsh and not suitable for me."
Fu Zhen didn't doubt Luo Pingping. During this period, he really got a lot of things from Luo Pingping: "Mr. Luo, I have something to do with this period of time. I can't go out. After a while, I will treat you to dinner."
"Well, I'm going to Lijiang next time. I'm expected to come back in October."
After finishing the script of the chronicle of Shazhou, Fu Zhen was completely free and could take care of the baby. Since he and Jiang Hengshu were secretly filmed on the microblog last time, they have never been followed.
Fu Zhen make complaints about the daily news in the community, and brush mobile phone to brush up the gossip in the entertainment circle.
Tang's gourd is almost finished. Fu Zhen pays attention to the latest development of "last night the west wind withers the blue tree". A year ago, he said that the movie would be launched. Now, the leading actor and heroine are given. The female leader is Lin Xiyao, who has the highest vote before, while the male host is not Huang Yi. The producer chooses Liu Meng, a popular young student.
After the cast members of a group of stars in the entertainment circle slipped around in a loud voice, the film's popularity reached the highest.
However, this is a plagiarism work. People's sense of the film is not very good, and there are some other views on the main character. However, the fans of the actors are excused for their love beans, saying that the play was received by the company. They can't help themselves. Moreover, the director has said that all the plagiarized contents will be eliminated. I hope passers-by will not be interested in this movie The shadow is biased.Fu Zhen ate melon at ease. He just laughed off these remarks. He put down his mobile phone and prepared to have a rest. His eyes suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.
"Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen raised his head and called in the direction of the kitchen, in a low voice, like a cat.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu came out of the kitchen.
"I have a pain in my stomach."
Jiang Hengshu came quickly, picked up Fu Zhen from the sofa, took him downstairs and drove him. Although Fu Zhen had just got on the car and said that his stomach was no longer painful, he still took Fu Zhen to Jiang's Hospital as quickly as possible.
The doctor checked it and said to Jiang Hengshu, "it's OK. It's normal contractions."
Jiang Hengshu was a little relieved. The doctor then said to him, "but his expected date of delivery is just a few days. Do you want to be hospitalized?"
"Processing."
After Fu Zhen was admitted to the hospital, Jiang Hengshu put all the affairs of the company on Mr. Jiang. At this time, Mr. Jiang couldn't get rid of it. He knew that he was going to have a grandson. He was very happy at work.
On September 12th, the sky was overcast and the air became humid. The ginkgo trees in the hospital yard shrunk their leaves in the wind, watching for rain.
Fu Zhen was having breakfast in the ward when he suddenly felt abdominal pain. Something was pouring out from below. He took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and calmly said to Jiang Hengshu, "Jiang Hengshu, I think I may be about to have a baby."
Jiang Hengshu was not as calm as Fu Zhen. He got up in a hurry and ran out of the ward. He called the doctor. The doctor took a look at it and immediately told the nurse, "it's about to be born on the 36th. Get ready."
The nurses came quickly to push the bed into the delivery room. Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand tightly and comforted him constantly: "don't be afraid. I'm waiting for you outside. It's OK. It's OK. I'll come out soon."
Fu Zhen sucked his nose. With a sigh, the hospital bed under his body was pushed away by the doctor and the nurse. The fingers of the two people intertwined were separated slowly. Jiang Hengshu watched Fu Zhen be sent into the delivery room, and the nurse closed the door of the delivery room.
Jiang Hengshu walked anxiously in the corridor outside the delivery room, probably because of the painless delivery he had chosen. There was no sound of Fu Zhen howling in the delivery room. The rest of the Jiang family heard that Fu Zhen was going to be born, so they put down their work and rushed to the hospital. Together with them were Fu Jianchen and Fu ting.
Several people were standing outside the delivery room. Their faces were more anxious. They were afraid that something might happen inside. Fortunately, the goddess of fortune had been looking after them. After more than an hour, a cry of a child came from the ward. The clouds in the sky were torn, and the golden sun went through the layers of dark clouds, shining into the prosperous world and the corridor window The green plants on the stage shake the green leaves and greet the bright sunshine happily.
The light outside the delivery room also went out at this moment. Soon after, the nurse came out of the delivery room with the baby in her arms and said with a smile, "I've been born, adults and children are safe, and it's a girl."
Jiang Hengshu gave a look at the child in the nurse: "I'll go in to see him", and then I went into the delivery room.
Mrs. Jiang took over the baby. The child inherited the gene of Jiang Hengshu. Like him, he had a pair of big blue eyes, blinking and blinking, as if he were looking at the world curiously.
In the ward, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed. He looked a little pale. Everything else was OK. Jiang Hengshu went to the bedside, squatted down, took Fu Zhen's hand and asked him softly, "how is it?"
"It's OK," Fu Zhen shook his head. There was almost no feeling in the back except when he began to use the anesthetic. He looked around and asked Jiang Hengshu, "where is the child?"
"Outside."
As soon as Jiang Hengshu's voice dropped, Mrs. Jiang walked in with her baby in her arms. She held the child in front of Fu Zhen and told him, "it's a girl."
When the child was just born, a little pink ball was still a little wrinkled, which was not good-looking, but it was probably because it was connected with his own blood. Fu Zhen loved it very much and thought it was the most lovely child in the world. He stretched out his hand and touched the child's face carefully. Mrs. Jiang put the child beside Fu Zhen.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to wipe the sweat on Fu Zhen's forehead and asked, "are you tired? I'm tired after a while
Having a baby didn't suffer too much, but it may be that the strength of the anesthetic has not passed before. Fu Zhen replied in a low voice and closed his eyes. Jiang Hengshu stayed by his bedside.
Fu Zhen didn't go to sleep immediately. There were some scenes in his mind. Just now, he seemed to see Fu Jianchen standing at the door of the ward and looking at him, just as he had been many years ago.
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Fu Zhen's eyes stop at the top of the bell tower, and somehow his eyes are moist.
He remembered that it had been said that he would be given a castle when he was an adult, but that estate had finally come under the name of Don crook, and he was no longer his father's child.
Tears can't help but fall from the corner of his eyes, dripping on the lawn, into crystal dew, into the sky stars, into the firefly of memories.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to wipe the tears on Fu Zhen's cheek, and asked him in a low voice, "how did you cry? Don't you like it? If I don't like it, I have other manors. "
"Yes," Fu Zhen nodded with tears. He hugged Jiang Hengshu. "Jiang Hengshu, I like you so much."
Jiang Hengshu hugged Fu Zhen and touched his head. "I like you very much, so don't cry."
He bowed his head and dried the tears on Fu Zhen's face, leaving salty and bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He pressed Fu Zhen to his chest and said, "I love you."
It was as if the stars in the night sky fell into Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes, while Fu Zhen was immersed in the sapphire like eyes.
Jiang Hengshu suddenly released Fu Zhen and stepped back. He bent down with his left hand behind him, stretched out his right arm, palm up, and sent out an invitation to Fu Zhen: "Hello, handsome prince. Would you like to dance with me?"
Fu Zhen rubbed his face, arranged his expression, stood up straight, put his hand in Jiang Hengshu's palm, and said with a smile, "it's a great honor."
Jiang Hengshu pulled Fu Zhen into his arms.
The gentle music flowed from around the fountain. The white lawn lamp began to change color at the moment of the music. The castle in the distance was also lit with dreamlike color. Fu Zhen danced with Jiang Hengshu's steps, as if entering a fairy tale at a certain moment. The princess and his riders will always be together.
After the dance, Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen, "the castle has not been equipped with air conditioning, so please come home with me tonight."
“…… All right
……
Shortly after the Chinese Valentine's Eve, the script of "White Castle" has been completely revised. Fu Zhen and other children can start to choose roles, determine the venue and prepare to switch on. Fu Zhen, the leading actor, has several candidates in his mind. He has contacted the other party before, but he doesn't know if he has time and whether he will agree.
Fu Zhen once worked as a screenwriter for the chronicle of Shazhou. He thought that he had done a good job in this field. However, during this period of time, he learned a lot of things he didn't know much about before, and gained a lot. After the script of white castle was completed, Fu Zhen asked Luo Pingping, "Mr. Luo, have you been a screenwriter before?"
Luo Pingping did not hide from Fu Zhen and said with a smile, "yes, I have. I am the screenwriter of the TV series a Fang Gong Mi Shi and a widow and two Han."
These two TV dramas were very popular more than ten years ago, with very high ratings. Until today, people often mention that Fu Zhen only saw the secret history of the Afang palace when he was a child. The lines in it left a deep impression on him. It was clearly an ancient historical play, but the narration had a little flavor of Shakespeare's drama, and unexpectedly it was very well matched with the whole play.
The two plays are very different in style and subject matter. One is an ancient costume drama with historical themes, while the other is a rural love story. Fu Zhen quickly opened a website to check the name of the screenwriter. It is true that the two plays are the same screenwriter, but the name is not Luo Pingping.
Luo Pingping explained to Fu Zhen, "I changed my name later. My father thought that my previous name was too harsh and not suitable for me."
Fu Zhen didn't doubt Luo Pingping. During this period, he really got a lot of things from Luo Pingping: "Mr. Luo, I have something to do with this period of time. I can't go out. After a while, I will treat you to dinner."
"Well, I'm going to Lijiang next time. I'm expected to come back in October."
After finishing the script of the chronicle of Shazhou, Fu Zhen was completely free and could take care of the baby. Since he and Jiang Hengshu were secretly filmed on the microblog last time, they have never been followed.
Fu Zhen make complaints about the daily news in the community, and brush mobile phone to brush up the gossip in the entertainment circle.
Tang's gourd is almost finished. Fu Zhen pays attention to the latest development of "last night the west wind withers the blue tree". A year ago, he said that the movie would be launched. Now, the leading actor and heroine are given. The female leader is Lin Xiyao, who has the highest vote before, while the male host is not Huang Yi. The producer chooses Liu Meng, a popular young student.
After the cast members of a group of stars in the entertainment circle slipped around in a loud voice, the film's popularity reached the highest.
However, this is a plagiarism work. People's sense of the film is not very good, and there are some other views on the main character. However, the fans of the actors are excused for their love beans, saying that the play was received by the company. They can't help themselves. Moreover, the director has said that all the plagiarized contents will be eliminated. I hope passers-by will not be interested in this movie The shadow is biased.Fu Zhen ate melon at ease. He just laughed off these remarks. He put down his mobile phone and prepared to have a rest. His eyes suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.
"Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen raised his head and called in the direction of the kitchen, in a low voice, like a cat.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu came out of the kitchen.
"I have a pain in my stomach."
Jiang Hengshu came quickly, picked up Fu Zhen from the sofa, took him downstairs and drove him. Although Fu Zhen had just got on the car and said that his stomach was no longer painful, he still took Fu Zhen to Jiang's Hospital as quickly as possible.
The doctor checked it and said to Jiang Hengshu, "it's OK. It's normal contractions."
Jiang Hengshu was a little relieved. The doctor then said to him, "but his expected date of delivery is just a few days. Do you want to be hospitalized?"
"Processing."
After Fu Zhen was admitted to the hospital, Jiang Hengshu put all the affairs of the company on Mr. Jiang. At this time, Mr. Jiang couldn't get rid of it. He knew that he was going to have a grandson. He was very happy at work.
On September 12th, the sky was overcast and the air became humid. The ginkgo trees in the hospital yard shrunk their leaves in the wind, watching for rain.
Fu Zhen was having breakfast in the ward when he suddenly felt abdominal pain. Something was pouring out from below. He took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and calmly said to Jiang Hengshu, "Jiang Hengshu, I think I may be about to have a baby."
Jiang Hengshu was not as calm as Fu Zhen. He got up in a hurry and ran out of the ward. He called the doctor. The doctor took a look at it and immediately told the nurse, "it's about to be born on the 36th. Get ready."
The nurses came quickly to push the bed into the delivery room. Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand tightly and comforted him constantly: "don't be afraid. I'm waiting for you outside. It's OK. It's OK. I'll come out soon."
Fu Zhen sucked his nose. With a sigh, the hospital bed under his body was pushed away by the doctor and the nurse. The fingers of the two people intertwined were separated slowly. Jiang Hengshu watched Fu Zhen be sent into the delivery room, and the nurse closed the door of the delivery room.
Jiang Hengshu walked anxiously in the corridor outside the delivery room, probably because of the painless delivery he had chosen. There was no sound of Fu Zhen howling in the delivery room. The rest of the Jiang family heard that Fu Zhen was going to be born, so they put down their work and rushed to the hospital. Together with them were Fu Jianchen and Fu ting.
Several people were standing outside the delivery room. Their faces were more anxious. They were afraid that something might happen inside. Fortunately, the goddess of fortune had been looking after them. After more than an hour, a cry of a child came from the ward. The clouds in the sky were torn, and the golden sun went through the layers of dark clouds, shining into the prosperous world and the corridor window The green plants on the stage shake the green leaves and greet the bright sunshine happily.
The light outside the delivery room also went out at this moment. Soon after, the nurse came out of the delivery room with the baby in her arms and said with a smile, "I've been born, adults and children are safe, and it's a girl."
Jiang Hengshu gave a look at the child in the nurse: "I'll go in to see him", and then I went into the delivery room.
Mrs. Jiang took over the baby. The child inherited the gene of Jiang Hengshu. Like him, he had a pair of big blue eyes, blinking and blinking, as if he were looking at the world curiously.
In the ward, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed. He looked a little pale. Everything else was OK. Jiang Hengshu went to the bedside, squatted down, took Fu Zhen's hand and asked him softly, "how is it?"
"It's OK," Fu Zhen shook his head. There was almost no feeling in the back except when he began to use the anesthetic. He looked around and asked Jiang Hengshu, "where is the child?"
"Outside."
As soon as Jiang Hengshu's voice dropped, Mrs. Jiang walked in with her baby in her arms. She held the child in front of Fu Zhen and told him, "it's a girl."
When the child was just born, a little pink ball was still a little wrinkled, which was not good-looking, but it was probably because it was connected with his own blood. Fu Zhen loved it very much and thought it was the most lovely child in the world. He stretched out his hand and touched the child's face carefully. Mrs. Jiang put the child beside Fu Zhen.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to wipe the sweat on Fu Zhen's forehead and asked, "are you tired? I'm tired after a while
Having a baby didn't suffer too much, but it may be that the strength of the anesthetic has not passed before. Fu Zhen replied in a low voice and closed his eyes. Jiang Hengshu stayed by his bedside.
Fu Zhen didn't go to sleep immediately. There were some scenes in his mind. Just now, he seemed to see Fu Jianchen standing at the door of the ward and looking at him, just as he had been many years ago.
Fu Zhen's eyes stop at the top of the bell tower, and somehow his eyes are moist. He remembered that it had been said that he would be given a castle when he was an adult, but that estate had finally come under the name of Don crook, and he was no longer his father's child. Tears can't help but fall from the corner of his eyes, dripping on the lawn, into crystal dew, into the sky stars, into the firefly of memories. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to wipe the tears on Fu Zhen's cheek, and asked him in a low voice, "how did you cry? Don't you like it? If I don't like it, I have other manors. " "Yes," Fu Zhen nodded with tears. He hugged Jiang Hengshu. "Jiang Hengshu, I like you so much." Jiang Hengshu hugged Fu Zhen and touched his head. "I like you very much, so don't cry." He bowed his head and dried the tears on Fu Zhen's face, leaving salty and bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He pressed Fu Zhen to his chest and said, "I love you." It was as if the stars in the night sky fell into Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes, while Fu Zhen was immersed in the sapphire like eyes. Jiang Hengshu suddenly released Fu Zhen and stepped back. He bent down with his left hand behind him, stretched out his right arm, palm up, and sent out an invitation to Fu Zhen: "Hello, handsome prince. Would you like to dance with me?" Fu Zhen rubbed his face, arranged his expression, stood up straight, put his hand in Jiang Hengshu's palm, and said with a smile, "it's a great honor." Jiang Hengshu pulled Fu Zhen into his arms. The gentle music flowed from around the fountain. The white lawn lamp began to change color at the moment of the music. The castle in the distance was also lit with dreamlike color. Fu Zhen danced with Jiang Hengshu's steps, as if entering a fairy tale at a certain moment. The princess and his riders will always be together. After the dance, Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen, "the castle has not been equipped with air conditioning, so please come home with me tonight." All right Shortly after the Chinese Valentine's Eve, the script of "White Castle" has been completely revised. Fu Zhen and other children can start to choose roles, determine the venue and prepare to switch on. Fu Zhen, the leading actor, has several candidates in his mind. He has contacted the other party before, but he doesn't know if he has time and whether he will agree. Fu Zhen once worked as a screenwriter for the chronicle of Shazhou. He thought that he had done a good job in this field. However, during this period of time, he learned a lot of things he didn't know much about before, and gained a lot. After the script of white castle was completed, Fu Zhen asked Luo Pingping, "Mr. Luo, have you been a screenwriter before?" Luo Pingping did not hide from Fu Zhen and said with a smile, "yes, I have. I am the screenwriter of the TV series a Fang Gong Mi Shi and a widow and two Han." These two TV dramas were very popular more than ten years ago, with very high ratings. Until today, people often mention that Fu Zhen only saw the secret history of the Afang palace when he was a child. The lines in it left a deep impression on him. It was clearly an ancient historical play, but the narration had a little flavor of Shakespeare's drama, and unexpectedly it was very well matched with the whole play. The two plays are very different in style and subject matter. One is an ancient costume drama with historical themes, while the other is a rural love story. Fu Zhen quickly opened a website to check the name of the screenwriter. It is true that the two plays are the same screenwriter, but the name is not Luo Pingping. Luo Pingping explained to Fu Zhen, "I changed my name later. My father thought that my previous name was too harsh and not suitable for me." Fu Zhen didn't doubt Luo Pingping. During this period, he really got a lot of things from Luo Pingping: "Mr. Luo, I have something to do with this period of time. I can't go out. After a while, I will treat you to dinner." "Well, I'm going to Lijiang next time. I'm expected to come back in October." After finishing the script of the chronicle of Shazhou, Fu Zhen was completely free and could take care of the baby. Since he and Jiang Hengshu were secretly filmed on the microblog last time, they have never been followed. Fu Zhen make complaints about the daily news in the community, and brush mobile phone to brush up the gossip in the entertainment circle. Tang's gourd is almost finished. Fu Zhen pays attention to the latest development of "last night the west wind withers the blue tree". A year ago, he said that the movie would be launched. Now, the leading actor and heroine are given. The female leader is Lin Xiyao, who has the highest vote before, while the male host is not Huang Yi. The producer chooses Liu Meng, a popular young student. After the cast members of a group of stars in the entertainment circle slipped around in a loud voice, the film's popularity reached the highest. However, this is a plagiarism work. People's sense of the film is not very good, and there are some other views on the main character. However, the fans of the actors are excused for their love beans, saying that the play was received by the company. They can't help themselves. Moreover, the director has said that all the plagiarized contents will be eliminated. I hope passers-by will not be interested in this movie The shadow is biased.Fu Zhen ate melon at ease. He just laughed off these remarks. He put down his mobile phone and prepared to have a rest. His eyes suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen. "Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen raised his head and called in the direction of the kitchen, in a low voice, like a cat. "What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu came out of the kitchen. "I have a pain in my stomach." Jiang Hengshu came quickly, picked up Fu Zhen from the sofa, took him downstairs and drove him. Although Fu Zhen had just got on the car and said that his stomach was no longer painful, he still took Fu Zhen to Jiang's Hospital as quickly as possible. The doctor checked it and said to Jiang Hengshu, "it's OK. It's normal contractions." Jiang Hengshu was a little relieved. The doctor then said to him, "but his expected date of delivery is just a few days. Do you want to be hospitalized?" "Processing." After Fu Zhen was admitted to the hospital, Jiang Hengshu put all the affairs of the company on Mr. Jiang. At this time, Mr. Jiang couldn't get rid of it. He knew that he was going to have a grandson. He was very happy at work. On September 12th, the sky was overcast and the air became humid. The ginkgo trees in the hospital yard shrunk their leaves in the wind, watching for rain. Fu Zhen was having breakfast in the ward when he suddenly felt abdominal pain. Something was pouring out from below. He took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and calmly said to Jiang Hengshu, "Jiang Hengshu, I think I may be about to have a baby." Jiang Hengshu was not as calm as Fu Zhen. He got up in a hurry and ran out of the ward. He called the doctor. The doctor took a look at it and immediately told the nurse, "it's about to be born on the 36th. Get ready." The nurses came quickly to push the bed into the delivery room. Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand tightly and comforted him constantly: "don't be afraid. I'm waiting for you outside. It's OK. It's OK. I'll come out soon." Fu Zhen sucked his nose. With a sigh, the hospital bed under his body was pushed away by the doctor and the nurse. The fingers of the two people intertwined were separated slowly. Jiang Hengshu watched Fu Zhen be sent into the delivery room, and the nurse closed the door of the delivery room. Jiang Hengshu walked anxiously in the corridor outside the delivery room, probably because of the painless delivery he had chosen. There was no sound of Fu Zhen howling in the delivery room. The rest of the Jiang family heard that Fu Zhen was going to be born, so they put down their work and rushed to the hospital. Together with them were Fu Jianchen and Fu ting. Several people were standing outside the delivery room. Their faces were more anxious. They were afraid that something might happen inside. Fortunately, the goddess of fortune had been looking after them. After more than an hour, a cry of a child came from the ward. The clouds in the sky were torn, and the golden sun went through the layers of dark clouds, shining into the prosperous world and the corridor window The green plants on the stage shake the green leaves and greet the bright sunshine happily. The light outside the delivery room also went out at this moment. Soon after, the nurse came out of the delivery room with the baby in her arms and said with a smile, "I've been born, adults and children are safe, and it's a girl." Jiang Hengshu gave a look at the child in the nurse: "I'll go in to see him", and then I went into the delivery room. Mrs. Jiang took over the baby. The child inherited the gene of Jiang Hengshu. Like him, he had a pair of big blue eyes, blinking and blinking, as if he were looking at the world curiously. In the ward, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed. He looked a little pale. Everything else was OK. Jiang Hengshu went to the bedside, squatted down, took Fu Zhen's hand and asked him softly, "how is it?" "It's OK," Fu Zhen shook his head. There was almost no feeling in the back except when he began to use the anesthetic. He looked around and asked Jiang Hengshu, "where is the child?" "Outside." As soon as Jiang Hengshu's voice dropped, Mrs. Jiang walked in with her baby in her arms. She held the child in front of Fu Zhen and told him, "it's a girl." When the child was just born, a little pink ball was still a little wrinkled, which was not good-looking, but it was probably because it was connected with his own blood. Fu Zhen loved it very much and thought it was the most lovely child in the world. He stretched out his hand and touched the child's face carefully. Mrs. Jiang put the child beside Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to wipe the sweat on Fu Zhen's forehead and asked, "are you tired? I'm tired after a while Having a baby didn't suffer too much, but it may be that the strength of the anesthetic has not passed before. Fu Zhen replied in a low voice and closed his eyes. Jiang Hengshu stayed by his bedside. Fu Zhen didn't go to sleep immediately. There were some scenes in his mind. Just now, he seemed to see Fu Jianchen standing at the door of the ward and looking at him, just as he had been many years ago.
