Outside the emergency room door, Shijun was like a sculpture, staring intently at the closed door. Finally, after a long and anxious wait, the door slowly opened and the doctor walked out, walking a little hurriedly.
Shijun stepped forward quickly and asked eagerly: "Doctor, how is my wife's current condition?"
The doctor slowly said: "Your wife's condition is now stable. But, I must tell you that she is already one month pregnant and is in the early stages of pregnancy. It is important to let her rest fully and not be exposed to any form of stimulation."
Shijun heard this news. , joy surged in her heart: "Yuyan, she is pregnant..."
The doctor nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, her current physical condition is relatively fragile. If she does not get proper treatment, The health of the fetus may be affected."
Shijun replied firmly: "I will, I will do my best to take care of her."
Yuyan finally welcomed her. The birth of new life came, which was a long-awaited miracle for them. Shijun's heart was intertwined with tension and joy. He sat beside Yu Yan's bed, staring at her slightly pale face with gentle and focused eyes. His thoughts were like turning back time, returning to the scene when Yu Yan was pregnant for the first time.
That year, Shijun and Yuyan walked into the palace of marriage hand in hand. Yuyan was full of curiosity about Shijun's career, and she tried to find out about his work many times. However, whenever this happens, Shijun always cleverly avoids it, as if he is hiding a secret that cannot be revealed, which makes Yu Yan's heart filled with doubts.
In that dewy morning, Yu Yan quietly followed Shijun's footsteps and walked into the construction site where he worked hard, filled with anxiety and courage. What he saw in front of him was that Shijun was engaged in heavy physical labor, and every movement seemed so difficult. This scene made Yu Yan's heart instantly cut by a sharp blade. She could only stand aside silently, letting tears slide down her cheeks, silently telling her heartache and reluctance.
After get off work, Yuyan checked the time. It was now past five o'clock. She decided to go to the fresh food supermarket near her home and carefully selected fresh vegetables and meat. She had already made a plan in her mind to cook a sumptuous dinner for Shijun. Shijun works so hard every day and his body needs to be fully nourished, and this carefully prepared delicacy is her gentle response to his hard work.
After selecting the ingredients, Yuyan carried them home. When she was still some distance away from home, Yu Yan saw that familiar figure. He was tall and straight, and looked like a beautiful scenery from a distance.
"Yu Yan..." Shijun saw Yu Yan and hurriedly walked forward, "Look at you, you have carried so many things. Let me carry it quickly." He stretched out his hand and held it steady. The ground took the bag from Yu Yan's hand.
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Yu Yan stared at him, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat and some mud stuck to his face. from her pocketHe took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Shijun's face. His tone was soft and concerned: "You have worked hard all day."
"Yuyan..." Shijun Holding Yu Yan's hand affectionately, her tenderness quietly warmed every corner of his heart. This emotion was an unprecedented experience in his life, which made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
The two of them stepped into the house, and Shijun placed the items in his hands at the corresponding locations in the kitchen. He immediately took off his coat and looked at Yuyan with concern, with a hint of inquiry and urgency in his tone: "Yuyan, what can I share with you at this moment?"
"Go and rest. , just leave the cooking to me." Yuyan put her bag away, took off her coat and put on her apron. She turned around and entered the kitchen, washing rice and adding it to the pot, picking vegetables, and washing vegetables...
The moment Shijun stepped into the kitchen, he was attracted by Yu Yan's busy but methodical figure, "Yu Yan Yan, you know, I once learned cooking. "In fact, his original intention of learning cooking was for the literary youth. Although Wen Qing came from a poor family, there was always a worldly army silently guarding her by her side. He held her in his hands and regarded her as a treasure. She is cared for like a princess, just so that she does not have to be burdened by the trivial matters of life. Enjoy the peace and beauty of life.
Wen Qing's figure flashed across Shijun's thoughts, like a bright meteor passing through his heart, making his mood complicated and deep. He unexpectedly realized that the pain in his heart had faded away, and his once-injured heart was being quietly soothed by the tenderness of the rain and smoke, like the spring breeze blowing away the cold winter, warm and peaceful.
"Have you ever studied cooking?" Yu Yan turned around lightly, her eyes shining with surprise, like two twinkling gems, looking at him and smiling: "Also. So, could you please peel off these green onions for me? "
"Okay " Shijun rolled up his sleeves skillfully. Yuyan provided helpful assistance in the kitchen.
Yuyan knew how to care about her mother's hard work since she was a child, so she mastered cooking skills at a young age. Several home-cooked side dishes were very good. Two dishes and one soup were on the table in no time. The aroma was overflowing, like a beautiful symphony, filling the air.
"Shijun, it's time to eat." Yuyan caught a glimpse of Shijun walking out of the kitchen with the rice firmly in his hand. The two sat side by side, surrounding the dining table, and savored it carefully. This rare dinner time. Suddenly, Shijun and Yuyan's movements were surprisingly consistent. They picked up a brightly colored dish at the same time and gently put it into each other's bowl. This tacit action seemed to have been premeditated, causing the two to look at each other and smile. Laughter echoed in the cozy dinner atmosphere.