The age of the younger brother is used to refer to the age of the older sister. Because there are many things that the protagonist cannot write about due to age restrictions, so every time I will only introduce the age of the younger brother. The younger brother is always three years younger than the older sister. The protagonist is the older sister. The older sister's name is Lingyu Guiqing. From young to old, this life is introduced from the first perspective. If you don't like it, please don't criticize. You can point out what is wrong. Please comment. Thank you all.
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When the heavy automatic door of the operating room slid open to both sides, the air in the corridor seemed to be on fire for an instant.
The nurse came out first, holding a small package wrapped tightly in a light blue sterile bag. The package was so small that the nurse's arms seemed particularly wide. A group of people stood up on the benches in the corridor - father, grandparents, grandparents, like puppets pulled by the same string.
"Family, the baby is out!" The nurse's voice was smiling.
Grandma was the first to rush forward, her steps staggering a little, and her father followed closely behind her. She approached the small package, gently took it, and patted it gently. Her movements were extremely slow and gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"He..." Dad opened his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat. The nurse's voice of congratulations rang in my ears, "Congratulations, you're a little princess!" The nurse's voice was filled with a smile.
Grandpa kept pushing his reading glasses, squinting his eyes behind the lenses, trying to see more clearly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. "Like, it's really like when his father was just born..." The voice was hoarse.
Grandma squeezed to the front, wanting to touch but not daring to touch her. She just kept mumbling: "Oh, this one with a small nose and small eyes... Is so good... So good..." Grandpa stood a little further away, with his back straight, trying to maintain the stability of the head of the family, but his slightly trembling beard and red eye circles gave away everything.
The child seemed to sense the influx of love, twisting slightly in his sleep and letting out a tiny, kitten-like hum.
Just this sound made everyone's hearts melt. The relatives who were watching shed more tears, but their smiles bloomed to their fullest. Grandma finally couldn't help it and touched the edge of the quilt very gently with her fingers; Grandma took out her mobile phone, her hand shaking so hard that she could hardly focus; Grandpa and Grandpa looked at each other and patted each other's shoulders heavily in unison.
The soft light from the ceiling lamp in the corridor shone down, covering this small group of people and the little life that had just arrived and was still sleeping. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, the saltiness of tears, and a new, indescribable sweetness. The world became so small at this moment, so small that only this corridor, this embrace, and this whole imagination of the future that had just unfolded were left.
Conception:……