There was no spring feeling in the Shen family yard. The woman's suppressed moans came from the west wing. The midwife, Mrs. Zhao, lifted the curtain and came out. She said to the thin black man squatting at the foot of the wall: "Chang Lin, she is a girl."
The tobacco rod in Shen Changlin's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He opened his mouth, and after a while he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "My daughter... I'm fine."
The door to the east wing creaked open. Mother-in-law Chen leaned out half her body and raised her eyebrows: "Another loser? The third family is trying to kill us as a three-bedroom household!" After that, she closed the door with a bang.
Shen Changlin shrank his neck, rubbed his hands and entered the house.
On the kang, the pale-faced Su Yuniang was holding a red-wrinkled baby in her arms. There were tears in the corners of her eyes but a smile on her lips: "Her father, look, his features and eyes look like yours."
Shen Changlin leaned over. The little baby closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly cried "Wow".
The cry was so loud that the old hen outside the window was startled and ran away clucking.
While Su Yuniang was busy coaxing, Shen Changlin poured a bowl of warm water awkwardly. No one saw it. The little baby opened his eyes, rolled his dark eyes, and looked at the thatched roof, adobe walls, and patched quilts, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Shen Wanwan thought: Where is this? Am I not writing a paper in the laboratory?
Memories of past lives come flooding in, and memories of this life are embedded in fragments. She was stunned, and finally accepted the reality - she, Shen Wan, a doctor of agriculture, was a newly born peasant girl named Wanwan in Yangzhou Prefecture during the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty.
The family is surrounded by poverty, the relatives are mean, there are two sisters, and the parents are honest and can be bullied.
Wanwan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Forget it, it's here.
