As long as the sky does not fall, people must live. If you open the door to seven things: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, you can save one thing. Tea, you can drink tea or not. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

As time went by, Wang Ying's life gradually got on the right track. She would get up early every morning, cook, serve An An, wash and wash, and then copy missing persons notices while An An was sleeping. If she was really tired, she would just take a look at it.

Looking at the small elm tree protruding from the cliff in the distance, I recalled the scene of Coco's cute and nimble little body playing leisurely on that tree. I would go to the Public Security Bureau every now and then to inquire about news.

Shi Dayong was as busy as ever, always on duty, and it was common not to see him for three to five days.

When Wang Ying woke up early in the morning, she felt uncomfortable, with chest tightness, dizziness, and lack of energy. After she worked hard to take care of An An, she ate something by herself. After carrying An An to the bed, she lay down on the bed and looked at An An.

Play.

Although An An is only two years old, she can still figure out what adults are thinking. Recently, her parents have been unhappy, her eldest sister has disappeared, and her mother often cries. She knows that something big must have happened at home.

Today, her mother was listless. An An didn't dare to stick to her mother, so she rolled around on the bed to play with herself. An An's skin was completely different from that of Coco. An An was very white, chubby, and clumsy like a giant panda.

The space at home is small, so Wang Ying stacked winter clothes and quilts at the end of the bed. The pile was high. An An wanted to climb up, so she put the pillow under her feet as a ladder, climbed it, but couldn't get up. She moved

With her little buttocks raised, she searched around and stacked up her father's pillows, but they still couldn't reach them. She got up again, stood on tiptoes, pulled off the top layer of cotton-padded clothes and put them under her feet. She could barely reach them. An An raised her little fat

My feet squeaked as I climbed up. Halfway up, I lost my grip and fell down on all fours.

Wang Ying felt uncomfortable and didn't want to talk, so she just watched An An play by herself. Seeing An An rolling down like a big rubber ball, she felt funny.

Mother smiled. An An hadn't seen her mother smile for a long time. She used her hands and feet to roll to her mother's side: "Mom." An An put herself into Wang Ying's arms. Her mother's arms were so nice and fragrant and warm. She said

She raised her face and said, "Mom, can I sing Little Swallow to you?"

"Okay," Wang Ying hugged An An and said softly.

An An became more energetic. She stood up in front of Wang Ying, held the hem of her skirt with her two chubby hands and started singing: "Little swallow, wear floral clothes, come here every spring..." As she sang, An An transformed into a girl.

A little bird, stretching out its two fat arms, turning gracefully in circles. In her mind, she is a light little swallow. In Wang Ying's eyes, An An looks like a fat penguin, with her body stretched out and twisted.

It's like a tumbler, swinging back and forth.

The smile on Wang Ying's face deepened. After An An finished singing, she threw herself into her mother's mistress. Wang Ying lowered her head and kissed An An on the cheek: "You sang so well."

After receiving the praise, An An became more energetic. She arched her head upwards like a beetle, and pushed herself in front of Wang Ying and said: "Mom, I will recite a poem for you."

When Wang Ying usually teaches Ke Ke Tang poetry, An An is also there. An An can also recite some simple and easy-to-understand Tang poems.

After An An finished speaking, he opened his mouth and recited: "Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky, white hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves." An An finished reciting it in one breath, and then looked at her mother proudly for praise.

Wang Ying stopped laughing. She remembered that Keke was reading "Ode to the Goose" with her little hands behind her back. She moved her eyes to the side. There, Keke was standing there learning Tang poetry from her. Her Keke was so thin and small.

He didn't know where she was now, whether she was hungry or bullied. Wang Ying's heart clenched, and tears welled up in her eyes again unknowingly.

Mom cried again. An An didn't understand. She was fine just now, so why did she cry? An An raised her chubby hand and wiped away the tears from her mother's face: "Mom, don't cry. Mom, don't cry. An An, be good. Mom won't be angry."

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Seeing An An's slightly frightened eyes, Wang Ying hugged An An tightly in his arms and said in a muffled voice: "Mom is not angry, mom is not crying."

Shi Dayong parked the car and went home with Zhang Qiang. On the way, he greeted his colleagues affectionately. At first, when they met, the colleagues even asked about Coco's situation with concern. As time went by, everyone

They knew in their hearts that it was unlikely that Coco would be brought back. When they met again, in order not to expose the scars on Shi Dayong's heart, they unanimously never mentioned the matter again.

Shi Dayong returned to the family courtyard with pleasantries, opened the door, and saw Wang Ying and Niang lying on the bed and hugging each other.

Hearing the knock on the door, Wang Ying and An An turned around. What caught Shi Dayong's eyes was Wang Ying's pitiful look with tears in his eyes. He knew that Wang Ying was thinking about Coco again, so he quickly put the things he was carrying aside and walked to the two mothers.

I need to hug An An while I'm here.

Wang Ying hugged the child and hurriedly hid aside: "Look at how dirty you are, wash your hands and change clothes first."

Shi Dayong is good at everything, but he doesn't care much about cleanliness. If it weren't for Wang Ying to take care of him, he would be as dirty as a pig. Every time he comes back from duty, the oil stains will make his work clothes blurry and lose their original color.

Shi Dayong touched his nose sarcastically, took off his dirty clothes, washed his dirty hands in the basin, and changed into clean clothes. Then he took An An and noticed that Wang Ying looked a little tired and said: "What's wrong?

Yingzi, why are you still lying on the bed at this hour? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, I just have a little chest tightness." Wang Ying got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the floor, soaked them in a big basin, and turned over the things Shi Dayong brought back. There were vegetables, meat, and two big grass carps: "Dayong

, have you bought fish yet?"

"I didn't buy the fish. Zhang Bin picked up the car early yesterday afternoon, so the boy asked a few young people to go fishing. They caught too much and couldn't eat it. They picked up two big ones and gave them to me and asked me to come home to give them to you.

The two of you will eat."

"Then you have to thank me for catching a fish and thinking of me." Wang Ying threw the fish into the sink and said, "I'll braise it for you to drink with."

Shi Dayong hugged An An and walked around Wang Ying. Hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "Thank you for that. That's my half-apprentice. Does this apprentice need to be grateful for his filial piety to his wife?"

The couple chatted nonchalantly. Wang Ying took the kitchen knife and started to clean up the fish. Normally, he didn't find the smell of fish so unpleasant. Why was the fish smell so strong today? The more he cleaned it, the stronger the smell became. He started directly from

My heart went straight to my forehead. When I cut open the belly of the fish, the colorful fish intestines inside looked really disgusting.

A wave of turbid air began to churn in her stomach, and sour water came out of Wang Ying's mouth. She took a deep breath and suppressed it several times, but she still couldn't resist the vomiting feeling in her stomach. Wang Ying hurriedly stood up and ran to the door.

He leaned against the wall and vomited.

"What's going on?" Shi Dayong followed closely with an anxious look on his face, holding an empty fist and gently patting Wang Ying's back.

Wang Ying had no time to answer Shi Dayong. She kept vomiting until her stomach was empty before she straightened up and waved her hand weakly: "It's okay, it smells fishy."

Shi Dayong held An An with his left hand and supported Wang Ying with his right hand as he walked back. When Wang Ying sat down, he quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Wang Ying.

Wang Ying rinsed her mouth clean, then poured a glass of warm water and sipped it slowly.

Shi Dayong was so anxious that he turned around in circles: "I usually make you vomit even when I'm packing fish. Are you catching a cold?"

After drinking a glass of water, Wang Ying felt much better. She thought about it and said, "No, I didn't catch a cold."

"How about we go to the clinic and have a look." Shi Dayong was worried and pulled Wang Ying out.

"I said it's okay, look at you..."

Really unable to defeat Shi Dayong, and besides feeling uncomfortable, Wang Ying followed Shi Dayong to the team's infirmary.

It was almost time to eat, and the infirmary was very quiet. Yang Wenhui was holding a medical book and reading it.

Yang Wenhui was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine. She learned good medical skills from childhood. When she was admitted to college, she was transferred to a health school because of her unsatisfactory results. After graduation, she was assigned to the Mechanical Construction Department of the Iron and Steel Bureau.

Suddenly feeling her vision darken, Yang Wenhui raised her head and saw Shi Dayong greeting her: "Doctor Yang, what are you busy with?"

Yang Wenhui put down the medical book in her hand and stood up: "Master Shi is here, what's wrong with An An?"

The child was weak, so Yang Wenhui's first thought was that An An was sick again. She walked around the corner of the table and stretched out her hands to hug An An.

An Anke is different from Keke. An An is most afraid of taking medicine and injections. Seeing Dr. Yang approaching, she was so frightened that she hugged Shi Dayong's neck tightly and said pitifully: "Dad, I don't give injections, I don't give injections!"

, the little mouth flattened, and big tears were about to overflow from the eyes.

This scared his daughter. Shi Dayong hurriedly patted An An on the back: "Good boy, we don't give injections, it's mom who gives them." Shi Dayong pulled Wang Ying and said to Yang Wenhui: "Your sister-in-law is not feeling well, please check it out."

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It's not for her to see a doctor. An An was relieved, and the tears in her eyes instantly went back. She blinked her eyes, with mist still hanging on her long eyelashes, and said in a milky voice: "Auntie, my mother vomited."

"Mom vomited, let me take a look, auntie." Yang Wenhui pinched An An's chubby face and said to Wang Ying with a smile: "Sister-in-law, your An An's food is really good."

"Well, An'an is easy to feed. She eats whatever she wants, unlike Coco..." Wang Ying suddenly stopped talking, her eyes darkened, she lowered her head and looked at her feet, unable to speak any more.

Yang Wenhui and Shi Dayong looked at each other and hurriedly changed the subject: "Sister-in-law, tell me what's wrong with you."

"What's wrong with me?" Wang Ying's thoughts were still focused on Coco, but she actually got distracted. She pulled herself back from Coco's body and said, "I've been feeling weak these past few days, my chest is tight, and I even vomited just now."

"Oh~, you're throwing up? Sister-in-law, please sit down and let me feel your pulse first." Yang Wenhui set up a small medicine pillow, put her index and middle fingers on Wang Ying's pulse and felt it carefully: "Sister-in-law, what did you feel last time?

What day is your period?"

"What date is it?" Wang Ying thought about it, and it seemed like she hadn't had her period for a long time. Coco had an accident some time ago, and she had no intention of remembering such trivial matters as how long it had been since her period: "I don't remember.

It seems like I haven’t been here for three or four months.”

"That's right." Yang Wenhui retracted her hand: "I heard it was a happy pulse. My sister-in-law hasn't had her period for such a long time, so she must be pregnant."

"Pregnant?"

"Pregnant?" the couple said in unison.

"Doctor Yang, is it true? You can't be wrong!" Shi Dayong couldn't believe it.

"I can't diagnose a small happy pulse anymore, and I don't have to stay in the infirmary anymore. It's not wrong. If you are really worried, I will bring you a cup of morning urine tomorrow and I will do a test for you."

"Believe it or not." Shi Dayong beamed with joy and thanked him continuously: "Thank you, Doctor Yang. I'll treat you to a wedding egg later."

Shi Dayong happily pulled Wang Ying back and said, "Yingzi, it's not a disease, it's you who has it again."

Wang Ying's brows slightly furrowed, and she just said "hmm" softly, but there was no joy on her face, and she followed Shi Dayong to leave.

"Sister-in-law." Yang Wenhui shouted. Shi Dayong and Wang Ying turned around. Yang Wenhui said with sympathy in her eyes: "Sister-in-law, you have given birth to two children. You know some precautions. I just listened to your pulse and felt you.

I was depressed, so I just said one more thing, sister-in-law, think about everything, even if it is for the little one in my belly, I persuaded myself to think about things openly, there is no mountain of fire that I can't overcome."

Yang Wenhui's original intention was to persuade Wang Ying. Unexpectedly, Wang Ying burst into tears instantly after listening to her words. Yang Wenhui was a little at a loss. She took Wang Ying's hand and said full of apology: "Sister-in-law..."
Chapter completed!