moonlight lure

Song Shiwei stared blankly, her fingers unconsciously rolling the pages on the table. After a long while, she suddenly spoke softly: "Sister Yuan."

"Huh?" The other party looked up.

"Which one do you think is more painful or happier in raising a child?"

The person in front of me thought for a moment and replied slowly: "Let's put it this way, from my life experience, the most comfortable time for people is actually when they are single. But if it is just because being single is comfortable, then you will never get married?"

"Although my husband has a lot of bad habits. He never closes the salt shaker in the kitchen and asks me to pick up my socks after he takes them off, but he will take care of me all night when I am sick. He will specially give me the fruits I want to eat. He went to the south of the city to buy it for me, and he was busy helping out when my parents were hospitalized... These are things I couldn't get when I was single."

"I think marriage is about two people learning from each other's strengths and working together to fight against the risks of life. The same goes for raising children."

"Pregnancy and childbirth, tutoring in homework, and the rebellious stage when they get older. Then they have to pay for them to buy a house, get married, and help raise the next generation. All these worries can be solved from the source if they don't have children."

Song Shiwei listened thoughtfully and quietly. The other party paused for a moment and continued, "But also, the excitement when the child calls mother for the first time, the unique dependence on you in the little group period, after learning to speak, will be reflected in other children and elders. I praise and defend you in front of me, I save my pocket money to give you flowers and gifts every Mother’s Day...you can’t enjoy the warmth and intimacy between parents and children.”

"Or to be more selfish, when your physical condition gradually declines in the future, your partner may leave you first and you are very lonely, and you will not be able to get the support and companionship that your children can bring you."

"So, whether or not to have children has its pros and cons. It depends on which side you care about more."

"If you ask me, my personal answer is that pregnancy, childbirth, and baby care are very hard and painful, but now that he has grown up and become more sensible, I feel more happy."

Song Shiwei was a little touched and thought a lot by herself.

In the evening, Ji Yanchen worked overtime and she went to Yao Jiajia's house to have dinner. The other party cooked two portions of pasta and then took out a new drink from the refrigerator for her. After she took a sip, she suddenly frowned and spit it out. She raised her eyes and asked, "Is there wine in it?"

Yao Jiajia was baffled by her such a big reaction: "Yes, what's wrong? Are you pregnant? Are you so sensitive?"

Song Shiwei said nothing and silently put the cup down.

Yao Jiajia sensed something was wrong, leaned forward and stared at her haggard face and asked, "Song Shiwei? Are you really pregnant?"

She acquiesced, and the other party was so excited that he knocked the plate twice with his fork: "Really? How long has it been? Boy or girl?"

Song Shiwei pursed her lips slightly: "Maybe both."

The person across the table was so excited that he almost broke his voice: "Twins?! Captain Ji, okay! Then don't I have to buy double gifts for me? It's agreed, I'll be the godmother!"

Song Shiwei was infected by her emotions and felt a little joy at being congratulated, and the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Yao Jiajia interrogated her about the details for a long time at the dinner table. When she returned to the living room after the meal, she told her: "If you have two children, it is best for you two to have the same surname."

Song Shiwei was half lying on her massage chair and said helplessly: "I haven't thought about it that much."

Yao Jiajia dragged a stool to sit next to her and said seriously: "If you think about it in advance, tell him first so that his family will not come out to object when the problem comes."

Song Shiwei didn't care: "His parents are not that kind of people."

She raised a finger and shook it, and said seriously: "NoNo, it's not necessarily the case when it comes to the next generation. Don't underestimate the persistence of the previous generation in their surnames."

Song Shiwei closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead: "I'm not that persistent either."

She hasn't decided whether to have these two children yet, although after what she said at noon, the balance in her heart has tilted slightly.

Yao Jiajia bit the straw. After the passion faded, she slowly remembered. She tilted her head and asked her, "Aren't you two using birth control? Did you get infected by accident?"

Song Shiwei hummed. Only then did Yao Jiajia understand why she was so depressed: "You don't want to stay?"

She shook her head and said in a low voice: "I haven't thought about it yet.

it is good. "

Yao Jiajia sighed and put down her cup: "Oh, this matter has given you both a flashback."

Song Shiwei raised his eyes and looked at her: "What do you mean?"

The other party shrugged, put an arm on the back of the massage chair and leaned over and said, "It happened too suddenly. If you don't want this child, you will be hurt, and Captain Ji will be sad."

Song Shiwei lowered his eyes and remained silent, and the person next to him recalled: "I still remember his eager look when he saw Shengsheng when you got married. He laughed to death. My boyfriend at that time also asked me if this child was the groom's daughter. Huh? Are you two still going to get married?"

She couldn't help laughing after hearing this. She was quiet for a while and asked in a low voice: "Would it be unfair to him if I do this?"

Yao Jiajia thought for a while and said, "I can't advise you on this kind of thing. After all, the damage to the body caused by giving birth to a child is irreversible, and raising a child is even more laborious. I don't even plan to have a child. From your perspective All I can say is that I think your teammates are reliable enough and can shoulder a lot of your workload."

Song Shiwei raised her eyes to the ceiling and said slowly and quietly: "But I think our current situation is very good, so good that I don't dare to break it."

"The simplest example is that we rarely quarrel now, but if we have children, there may be a lot more quarrels."

"The past few years since my marriage have been the happiest and calmest years of my life so far. I am afraid of change."

She was afraid that the trivial matters of raising children would gradually wear away the relationship that the two of them had finally cultivated.

Yao Jiajia nodded silently. What she considered was indeed very realistic. Even if love has experienced strong winds and waves, it may not be able to withstand day after day of daily necessities.

She lowered her eyes and touched Song Shiwei's forehead, and asked gently: "But you can't bear to give away two little lives at once, can you?"

Song Shiwei nodded. She lay on the back of the chair, feeling a little regretful: "It would be a waste if you two have such superior genes and leave nothing to mankind."

Song Shiwei tugged her lips lightly: "I don't want to keep the genes that I have so much trouble with."

"You have become much better in the past few years than before, and Captain Ji deserves a lot of credit."

Yao Jiajia joked, "You are much more relaxed now. He can even transform you. Two more naughty kids should be more than enough."

The two chatted for a while, and Ji Yanchen sent a message saying he would arrive in ten minutes.

Song Shiwei put on her coat, grabbed two boxes of pastries from Yao Jiajia's house, went downstairs, and walked back to the door of her community to wait for him.

He was restricted from driving today. The spring evening breeze is getting warmer, and the small square in front of the community is very lively with many owners bringing their children and walking their dogs.

Song Shiwei waited for three or two minutes and saw a familiar figure appearing across the road from a distance, smiling and waving to her through the red light.

The edges on his face became more handsome and distinct under the street lights. She unconsciously raised the corners of her lips and raised her hands to tuck the blown hair behind her ears. When she was about to respond to him, a little girl of four or five years old held her hand. He walked up to him with a very small and well-behaved little yellow dog, raised his little face and tugged on the hem of his coat.

Song Shiwei's raised arm paused. He leaned over and listened patiently to the little girl's words. It seemed that the other party's voice was too soft. He knelt down and asked again. While carefully looking at the little girl's round and lovely face, he casually straightened the stripes on the puppy on the ground. vest, and rubbed its chin twice with a big palm.

A gentle breeze blew by, sweeping up the cherry blossoms on the roadside and falling on his shoulders and the little girl's head.

He raised his hand to help her take it off, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and the cold color in his eyebrows faded away in the spring night. Such a quiet and warm scene was like a poster for a Japanese drama. As a bystander, she watched quietly, and suddenly her heart moved for a moment.