The tango of life
——Dedicated to all parents who are working hard for the second treasure of life
Text/Wang Kongxing
Kiss, kiss my baby!
On thanksgiving eve, the angels send you into my arms with their white wings. Two curved eyebrows, a beautiful face, two large ears hanging on both sides, and the moment I saw me when I opened my eyes, I felt a smile. I couldn't resist kissing your finely hairy forehead, a shallow kiss, for fear of sticking to your tender custard skin. Honey, my little princess...
I stayed up all night, and I can't remember whether you pulled six or nine times. The wife played for more than twenty hours without squeaking, Xu is afraid of disturbing your dreams. Baby, kiss my baby. You're fine, and you don't care about the image of the princess. Cry when you want to cry, make trouble when you want to, live well and not casually, not lively. When the noise was tight, Dad picked you up and gently hummed the favorite Northeast folk song:
"The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, and the leaves cover the window." The name of the cockroach is Zheng Zheng, just like the sound of the strings. The piano is light, the tune is beautiful, and the blue swing is light. The mother's baby closed her eyes and slept with the one who slept in the dream.
The clock is called, the clanging is ringing, and the night is quiet. The little baby is growing up and making great contributions to the motherland. The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, and the blue swings gently. The mother's baby slept in a dream and smiled slightly. ”
Listen and listen, and in a few moments you will slowly fall asleep in this low chant.
There is a kind of love that is destined to be a lifetime when it begins.
The next day, the WeChat circle exploded! The beautiful sisters all came to tease me and said, "Cousin, you have a lover!" I responded, "Well, this is true!" ”
This little lover is exactly what the daughter-in-law has in mind. The process of getting it was extremely arduous, and it directly exhausted the wife. Just four steps from the hospital bed to the bathroom, it has become the shortest and longest journey in the world. I wrapped my arms around my wife's arms so hard that she clutched my sleeves tightly and hugged each other, moving little by little, and I could clearly smell the strong smell of sweat emanating from the ends of her hair. Beads of sweat filled her forehead densely, and the warm autumn sun shone through the window, shining brightly on the beads of sweat.
"Come, one, two, three! Click, click, click..." I held my wife and shook slowly, "Oh, daughter-in-law, you say we don't look like we are dancing?" ”
"Boom!" The wife couldn't help but laugh a little, followed by a "sigh", and it turned out that the laughter had hurt the wound that had not been stitched up long ago.
"You make me laugh again, see if I don't kill you!" My wife scolded me with a sneering look.
"Hey, that's called pain and happiness. Pro, you know what? ”
Come, can you please dance with me and dance out of the slowest Yanran in the world.
Although his wife is not good at dancing, under the guidance of Master Wang, she still cooperates very tacitly. The dance steps are elegant, support each other, the drums are accurate, and the bells are in line. The most precious thing is that the small space four steps away is shaken out for half an hour.
Back at the bedside, I put one hand around my wife's big waist and the other around her neck and slowly put it down. The wife reassuringly leaned back and slightly to the side until she leaned out at an oblique angle of forty degrees, and her entire upper body was leaning against the bed. I gently lifted her one foot at a time, like a pair of dance partners who don't fit into mind-to-heart like figure skating? Unfortunately, no one was able to take a picture at that time and save it for my little princess to see. But I think, decades from now, when we're older, when you see this text, it's more valuable than that picture!
Kiss, kiss my baby. You slept well in the neonatology department on the fourth floor, are you thinking about me too?
Five days later, the baby finally came back, and his throat was crying hoarsely! Oh, poor baby, I hold you tightly in my arms. Kiss, kiss my baby!
The wife said, "Don't kiss me, you may have bacteria on your lips!" ”
I really want to retort: When you kissed you before, why didn't you say that there may be bacteria?
But I gave up. So I took a picture of a group of babies yawning, which was super cute. Look at her, all the exhaustion and drowsiness suddenly flew to the country of Java.
A little later, the little princess's big eyes turned, probably looking for milk to drink. Then the pale red pink mouth protruded, and the upper and lower lips poked, much like a yellow warbler that had just come out of the nest and was waiting to be fed. The neck twisted, and the small mouth licked to the left, but did not get it. He quickly asked the right side to lick it, but he didn't get it. Suddenly, open your mouth... I immediately shouted, "Cow, get ready!" Baby is hungry! ”
Ten minutes later, when my daughter was full, she grabbed her nipple and half squinted her eyes at me, wondering if she wanted to ask me: "Daddy, look, envy and jealousy, hate?" Then she smacked her small mouth twice and entered a sweet sleep with a look of satisfaction and joy. Occasionally, you can still hear the giggles in her dreams...
Honey, my baby. Because you are a thousand gold, so I gave you a cute name, it is called: Yinuo! Do you like it?
The happiest thing in the world is to watch a small life grow up healthy and happy. Yi Nuo looked like a day, with flesh on his face, hands and even on his ass. The delicate skin of the powder is slippery and fleshy. Although they all said that they were going to sleep on the bed, as soon as I heard the little princess whispering, I immediately picked her up, hugged her lovingly in my arms, gently shook it, and then used my other hand to write the words of my heart on the mobile phone.
Every time my son came home from school, the first thing he did was to crept in to see his little sister. Although he was not good at expressing it, his joy overflowed in the beautiful pimples of youth on his face. He carefully took his sister from my hand and looked at her carefully for a while: "Dad, what is the smell on my sister's face?" ”
"Silly! Naturally it tastes milky. You also have a smell on your body, what is the smell? ”
My son turned his face and sighed at me.
"Pour, pour, daddy stinks." I slowly lay down on the bed drunk.
Outside the window, there was no trace of clouds in the clear jade canopy, and a small bird was chirping and chirping. Honey, my baby woke up, opened his beautiful big eyes, blinked his long eyelashes, opened his small mouth and smiled sweetly at me.
"Oh well..." The little guy was greeting me.
"She just won't say it!" The wife said quietly.
"She's calling me!" It's just called Daddy Oh Oh. I reached out and embraced her, leaned down again, and kissed her fluffy little face. Shyly, she craned her neck and drilled under my arm. Er, leaning out again, smiled sweetly at me, revealing two small white teeth that had just grown. I couldn't stand it anymore and I wanted to kiss it again. The wife stopped drying, "Give it to me, feed her!" I reluctantly sent it out, watching my daughter hold her wife's plump and white breasts, squint her eyes and drink milk happily. Sometimes, she suddenly stopped again, and inexplicably got up to look at me, flashing her big eyes. He fell down again and drank happily.
There is no moon at this time, but the moon is light and windy. It is silent, but the mind is quiet.
At some point, my daughter had quietly fallen asleep. My wife placed her in the middle of the bed, and I gently covered her with a small red carpet, and my daughter fell asleep to the sound of even breathing.
Sleep, sleep, kiss my baby!
(Image from the Internet)
About the Author:
Wang Kongxing, a native of Zhao Chuan, Shangnan County, Shaanxi Province, is a Chinese teacher at the county junior high school, who likes to write poetry and prose, and occasionally his works are scattered in poetry magazines and newspapers.