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Yun thinks that she always thought that her baby would be born on June 6 of the new calendar, exactly the same as his father's lunar birthday.

But the little guy seemed to feel the call of the festival in the children's festival on June 1st and could not wait to be born.

The harbinger of production was unexpected. Fortunately, all the preparations had been prepared. Song Mian accompanied her again. She specially invited an obstetrician expert to tell her about the process of giving birth to many children, so she was not flustered at all.

Song Mian put on sterile clothes to accompany her all the way, because of good health, Yun Xiangshun chose to give birth.

This is a process of pain accumulation, probably with sufficient psychological preparation. Although the pain is very painful, it is within the range that Yun Xiang can tolerate, especially Song Mian has been with her all the time, and she said to her The words distracted her.

Even for the first-born, Yun thinks that he was born very smoothly. He took the little guy into the world almost an hour before and after.

Her eyes were dizzy and her eyes were a little blurry. She could only fall asleep after seeing the baby.

The last memory is a pink and pink ball. When she woke up, it was late at night. She was awakened by the loud cry of the child. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the tall Song Mian holding their son carefully. Coaxed.

"Wake up, wake up the child." Su Xiuling saw her daughter wake up first.

She brought the warm chicken broth next to her and fed it to her daughter: "You eat quickly and eat to feed the child. The child will drink milk powder once, and then she will not love it."

Su Xiuling was the first to see such a newborn. Yun thought about sleeping for more than four hours. He had to feed the child halfway through. He drank milk powder once and now he is hungry again, but he just doesn’t eat milk powder.

Yun thought about it and was really hungry. He drank a bowl of chicken soup and ate three sugared eggs. After his stomach was full, he asked Song Mian to bring the crying child over.

The little face was red at birth, but it turned out to be more red because of the crying. The eyes that hadn't opened had some water. It looked so pitiful and pitiful, but Yun Xiang thought distressed.

Yun thought about feeding him, but was stopped by Su Xiuling: "You haven't passed milk yet..."

Before she finished speaking, she took the crying child from Song Mian and gave her son-in-law a look.

Yun, who was my mother for the first time, thought about how the little guy's rations came from. She didn't dare to look at Song Mian with a red face and bowed her head to feed her baby.

Although they are husband and wife, this kind of thing still needs his mother's instructions. Yun's face gets hot when he thinks about it.

Only the little guy who ate the rations was the most satisfied, and watching his cheeks agitate slightly, Yun Xiang thought was so soft.

"What is our baby's name?" Yun asked, thinking about it.

They knew that the child was a boy early in the morning, but Yun thought about never pulling Song Mian to study what the child's name should be.

It’s because she thinks the Song family is a traditional family. Maybe the baby’s name should be taken by Song Rong. If she asks urgently, will Song Rong change her rules and let her be the master, so she didn’t ask .

The child was born to her, but she didn't have a strong possessiveness for what she called, and the elders should be named as a blessing.

"I have thought about it for a long time." Song Mian's eyes were gentle. "You look at it, it's called Song Yun. Simple and easy to remember. When he introduces his name in the future, it can be said that his father's surname is Song and his mother's surname is Yun. , He is the crystallization of the love of father and mother, so his name is Song Yun."

At first glance, it might be a bit stunned to think of such a simple name cloud, but when I think about it carefully, I think it's good.

"I think it's very good." Yun thought about it without rebutting, but said, "I thought your family needs a senior to calculate the name, or elders, so I never asked you."

"It's still a calculation, but it's not old enough to be picked up by elders." Song Mian knew why Yun thought about never mentioning the child's name. "You don't have to worry about too much in the future, the family will move to each other. Yes, even if you really open your mouth, you should be able to accommodate your father. You can just accommodate your father in other ways."

In this way, the relationship will be more and more deep with mutual respect and mutual respect.

Yun thinks and nods: "You are right, right, what about the child's nickname?"

"He was born six pounds and six two." Song Mian's fingertips lightly poked the son's face, "Just call Liuliu."

Sixty-six Dashun, sixty-six infinity.

The use of Liuliu as a nickname is both commemorative and catchy, and it also implies an excellent meaning.

Yun Xiang is very satisfied, but she thinks of another thing: "He is our first child, also called Song Yun, and also called Liu Liu. How can I name my brother and sister in the future?"

Song Mian's hand touched Yun Yun's forehead: "Never had a maternal just given birth, thinking about the second child."

His wife is a brave and strong woman.

When a woman gives birth to a child, she will survive to the point of pain. If she likes a child or a woman who does not reject a second child, she will not think about a second child on the first day of life.

Song Mian thought of Yun Xiang's utmost forbearance during production, highly cooperating with the doctor, and his heart tingled slightly.

"Aren't we saying yes? At least two should be born, so that they are not alone." Yun thinks that her face is a little pale, and she smiles weakly and softly, "What's more, with me, I feel everything not afraid."

He is her reliance, as long as he has his breath, she can face it even if the sword is in flames.

"I don't think about such a long-term thing now." It won't be too late to think about it later.

As the little guy finished drinking milk, Song Mian picked up his son and patted his back. He lowered his head to think about Yun and said, "You will rest for a while, I'll cook some rice porridge for you."

Yun Xiang thinks to lie down slowly, Song Mian wraps the full-bodied little guy in the crib beside her bed, she can see it on the side, looking at the small ball, Yun Xiang thinks Life is really amazing.

Yun, who is a mother, thinks about looking for happiness every time her son is constantly changing. Liuliu is a very cute baby. He has no troubles with his mother in his stomach, and he is also just as cute as he is after birth. Thinking about it, I didn’t hear him crying.

When hungry, he hummed and wriggled, and wriggled the small body. As long as he found that he was done well, he would obediently be noisy.

Three days later, the little guy opened his eyes. Yun thought about seeing his dark purple deep pupils, almost fascinated by his son's eyes.

Too clean, too bright, magnificent like a bright and deep gem.