Giving birth is a tormenting process. After Lin Zhuoyun was pushed into the labor room, Song Weiyang called to notify both parents. However, when the elders flew over from Xikang, Editor-in-Chief Lin was still waiting for labor in difficulty.

Song Weiyang wanted the doctor to have a dissection several times, but the doctor recommended a natural delivery.

This smooth lasted for more than 10 hours. It took nearly 30 hours since Lin Zhuoyun felt abdominal pain.

In the aisle outside the delivery room, Guo Xiaolan and Lin's mother were chatting about family matters, turning their heads from time to time to peek inside about the situation. Song Shumin and Lin's father were smoking in the toilet. The men were always nervous and even had the mood to discuss current affairs and politics.

Doudou came over to stay for three hours after school, and also made two exercise papers in the aisle. At about 10 o'clock in the evening, Song Weiyang asked the driver to send Doudou back, after all, he would have to get up early to go to school to attend classes tomorrow.

Xiao Ruoxi is also going to attend class and has not come to Shenghai. She is over 4 years old and is currently in kindergarten. She is temporarily taken care of by her sister-in-law at home.

"Lin Zhuoyun's family!" The nurse suddenly pushed open the door.

"I am!"

Not only did Song Weiyang come over immediately, but both parents also instantly surrounded the nurse.

"The mother and son are safe, and the child weighs six pounds and six ounces," the nurse told the instructions, "two relatives can come in, preferably husbands and female families."

Song Weiyang and his mother-in-law quickly changed into sanitary clothes and went in. The former helped push the hospital bed, while the latter was responsible for cleaning up the mother's personal belongings.

The child was held by a nurse and immediately turned his eyes when he heard the sound. It was obvious that it was impossible to see things clearly, but it seemed like he was having eye contact with Song Weiyang.

Lin Zhuoyun's whole body was sweating, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead. She asked with a pale face: "Is the child beautiful?"

"Very pretty," Song Weiyang turned around and held Lin Zhuoyun's hand, and comforted with a smile, "The eyes are open, they are particularly spiritual, and their skin is very smooth."

Lin Zhuoyun squeezed out a smile tiredly: "My cousin lie to me, she said that the child was ugly just born, and her skin was wrinkled like a little rat."

The nurse suddenly smiled and interrupted: "Your child was born one week after the due date and developed well in the womb, so he was very beautiful when he was born."

Lin's mother held her daughter's water cup and changed clothes in her hand. She cooperated with the nurse to carry the baby to the hospital bed and said with a smile: "Xiaoyun, look how much the child looks like you, your eyes will shine with water."

Lin Zhuoyun turned her head and looked at the baby beside the pillow. Unfortunately, the child suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was too tired to sleep. She smiled bitterly and said, "I don't give my mother a face, I fell asleep as soon as I saw him."

Song Weiyang and the nurse joined forces to push the hospital bed out of the delivery room. Song Shumin and Lin's father immediately surrounded him, but their attention was all focused on the child.

The child was cleaned by the nurse and changed into beautiful little clothes. Lin Zhuoyun was also pushed back to the high-end single room, and her mother and mother helped wipe her body and changed into a clean hospital gown.

When women are busy, men are not idle either.

Song Shumin and Lin’s father, the family, were having a fierce debate about naming the child.

Song Shumin's education was not high. He just graduated from junior high school and became an educated youth before he finished high school. However, he insisted on self-study for the past year. When the college entrance examination was just resumed, his score even reached the admission line of key universities, but he was only defeated because his political review failed. Song Shumin liked to read various miscellaneous books. Not to mention how profound the research on classics, history, and collections of classics, he had at least read the "Twenty-Four Histories" and had a little bit of knowledge about the Four Books and Five Classics.

Lin's father was an older generation of intellectuals. He was a retired professor and understood English and Russian. He also changed from engineering to Marxism-Leninism philosophy. But he read the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic when he was a child. After that, he received pure Western education and did not know much about Chinese traditional culture. In that special era, he was not allowed to study ancient books and classics. "Das Kapital" was enough to study it for a lifetime.

"I think it's called Song Zhengyang," said Lin's father, "be honest and upright, and be honest in doing things!"

Song Shumin said speechlessly: "This name is too ordinary. Moreover, there is an old leader in our place called Fan Zhengyang, and my grandson named Song Zhengyang again. It sounds awkward."

Lin’s father said: “That’s called Song Zhenhua, revitalize China!”

"It's too old and antique," Song Shumin complained, "In-laws, you named your two daughters Wanzi and Zhuo Yun back then, which sounds better than Zhenhua. Your ability to name is obviously deteriorated."

Lin's father was speechless for a moment, because the names of his two daughters were given by his wife back then. As a wife, he had no say in the ears.

Lin's father thought for a moment and said again: "Then we need Song Yuanbo to have a broad future, broad mind and profound knowledge!"

Song Shumin could only secretly be glad, but fortunately, this in-laws was quite reliable and did not have any passers-by names like "victory" or "Zhiqiang". He said tiredly: "I think it's good to call Song Jingyuan. It's so quiet that it will be far. I hope the child will be quieter and not be as free as his father."

Lin's father sneered: "I thought you were so good at how high your level was. I wouldn't be much better than me after a long time. The boy's name should be more generous. When Song Jingyuan heard it, he thought he was a little girl. You can name it, but I have requirements, and you must be masculine, generous, and positive!"

Song Shumin thought for a long time: "How is Song Jingxing? From "The Book of Songs·Xiao Ya": Looking up to the mountains, looking up to the scene. Sima Qian also said: "When the mountains are looking up to the scene, looking up to the scene, looking up to the scene. Although I can't arrive, my heart yearns for it."

"I don't understand ancient Chinese. Please speak plain language!" Lin's father said depressedly.

Lin's father naturally knew and understood the idiom "Looking to the mountains" but he really didn't know what it means.

Song Shumin patiently explained: "'jing' can be understood as upright, wide, flat, and bright.'战' means the road.'战战' together literally means a broad and flat road, which is a metaphor for being upright and bright, and the extended meaning is a gentleman with noble character, and it is the kind of noble character that Sima Qian said, 'Although I can't reach it, my heart yearns for it'. At the same time, I also hope that my children can go smoothly in the future, not go astray, and can walk on the right and smooth road for the rest of their lives."

Lin's father savored it repeatedly and finally nodded: "Well, this name is barely enough, and his in-laws' ancient Chinese masterpieces are indeed of good quality."

Song Weiyang was also busy in the ward at this time. The imported vacuum breast pump was useless. He had to use his mouth to help his wife suck colostrum. He worked for 20 minutes and his cheeks were sore. Song Weiyang finally felt something sucking in his mouth, and then he was almost spit out by the nausea.

After everything was done, Song Weiyang rinsed his mouth from the toilet, held the breast pump and said, "The market prospects for this thing are very broad, but unfortunately he will lose money at this stage."

"We have never used it before, and now we have never seen anyone else use it." Guo Xiaolan said.

Song Weiyang said: "Because it's too expensive."

Although a small breast pump is used, the main raw materials need to be imported. At this time, more than 75% of the silicone consumed in China every year is imported from abroad, and this situation will last about 10 years. The breast pump was invented more than 100 years ago and was originally used for milk collection. Before 1991, it was also a medical device to help mothers and babies with physiological defects.

Lin's mother quickly brought mullet soup from the hospital canteen. Apart from sprinkling some salt, she didn't put any seasonings in it, making Lin Zhuoyun feel sore.

Song Shumin and Lin’s father were also allowed to come in, and the latter said straight to the point: “Xiao Song, your father has already discussed the name of the child.”

Lin Zhuoyun quickly pushed away the mullet soup and said, "No. Dad, we have prepared names ourselves. There are more than 30 names for boys and girls. You can just choose from these names."

Lin's father smiled kindly and said, "I don't think it's necessary. The name given by the in-laws is quite meaningful. The name is Song Jingxing. If you two want to name them, then give your child a nickname, which is democratic enough."

Lin Zhuoyun looked at Song Weiyang, but she stopped talking, and finally buried her head in drinking mullet soup.

Song Weiyang could only shrugged helplessly. The two elders had already made up their minds. There was no need for him to make unhappy things because of this kind of thing.

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Chapter completed!