Wearing to 70's: I Want To Escape With Cubs

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On New Year's Eve, Shen Yuchuan woke up very early and had been working for more than a month. It was rare that he didn't have to go to work, so he didn't get up immediately.

He turned his head and glanced to his side. Song Nianning was still sleeping. In order to make her sleeping position more comfortable in the later stages of pregnancy, she made herself a pregnancy pillow according to the style of later generations, and placed it on her waist to reduce the pressure on her waist.

She has always had a bad sleeping posture, and even though it is inconvenient now that she is pregnant, she has not changed it, as if her head has moved outside the pillow at this moment.

Her long hair was messy, with a few strands of hair falling on her cheeks, and one strand resting on the tip of her nose, which seemed to be itching, so she subconsciously shrugged the tip of her nose in her sleep.

The rose petal-like lips also pursed slightly. The corners of Shen Yuchuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he reached out to push the hair away from her cheeks.

Even though her movements were very gentle, Song Nianning still woke up and looked at Shen Yuchuan with her big, misty eyes.

Shen Yuchuan: ...

He met her clear eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if he had been caught for doing something wrong.

Song Nianning didn't think much about it, glanced at the misty sky outside the window, and subconsciously moved closer to him, "It's still early, why don't you get more sleep?" "

Our family has a late New Year's Eve dinner, so we don't have to get up so early and then lie down for a while. "Shen Yuchuan stretched out his big palm, swept all the hair on her cheeks, and tucked it behind her ears.

His eyes fell on her round belly, and he suddenly said: "The baby will be born in three months, and we haven't named the baby yet."

Song Nianning nestled in his arms, clinging to him like a kitten. Zhong hesitated and said, "I discussed it with my parents, asked them for their opinions, and finally decided to ask them to name the child. They readily agreed." "Why didn't I hear you talk about this?"

Shen Yu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips and said, "It is a blessing for a child to be given a name by his grandparents."

With a thought on his mind, Shen Yuchuan began to think about his child's nickname again.

In fact, there is no rush for the first name, which can only be used after the birth, but the nickname can be called now.

After all, there are three babies in the belly, and the baby always screams, and I don’t know which one it is.

Song Nianning didn't have a nickname. In her previous life, her grandfather called her Nannan when she was a child, and she was called by her first name when she grew up.

Shen Yuchuan didn't have a nickname either. He grew up next to Grandpa Shen. The old man only said that he would give him a nickname when he was old enough.

As the old man fled Hong Kong, the matter fell into disrepair.

In the village, in order to make the children easier to support, they usually give them nicknames based on their nicknames.

But Song Nianning began to have troubles when she thought that there was only one iron egg on the left and a dog on the right in the village.

Finally, she said to Shen Yuchuan: "I have decided to decentralize power. You will be the one to choose the nickname. I hope you live up to the trust!"

This way, if the child doesn't like his nickname in the future, she won't be blamed. ??(?)??

The two of them stayed in bed until they got up at seven o'clock. Shen's mother had already killed the chickens and ducks and was squatting on the ground plucking their feathers.

Duck blood and chicken blood are served in bowls, and nothing is wasted. The chicken feathers are left to make feather dusters, and the duck feathers are used to make shuttlecocks.

Shen Yuchuan bought a pound of mutton from the black market yesterday, chopped the stuffing with the pork, and asked Song Nianning to make dumplings.

He wants to go out for a while.

Today is New Year's Eve, and there is a custom here of offering sacrifices to ancestors on New Year's Eve. Shen Yuchuan's great-grandfather and great-grandmother are all buried on Xishan Mountain.

Because it is forbidden to post Spring Festival couplets, worship ancestors, or set off firecrackers.

So Shen's mother secretly bought some yellow paper from the goddess a few days ago. She didn't have to worry about anyone reporting her, because everyone in the village did this tacitly.

Song Nianning was a southerner in her previous life and did not have the custom of worshiping ancestors on New Year's Eve.

She didn't understand either, so she followed Shen Yuchuan's instructions and handed him the bamboo basket containing the things.

She was pregnant and couldn't go, so she helped Shen's mother prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. In the end, Shen Yuchuan pushed the wheelchair and took Shen's father and Shen Sheng up the mountain.

After Song Nianning finished making dumplings, several people came down from the mountain. Song Wenxuan came back with Song's mother on his arm.

Their family was too deserted during the New Year, so they made an arrangement with Shen Yuchuan a few days ago to come to Shen's house to celebrate the New Year.

Also coming to the Shen family to celebrate the New Year was Song Jingshu.

The Shen family’s New Year’s Eve dinner this year was more sumptuous than in previous years.

Shen Yuchuan had ordered a small wild boar from the hunter in the next village a few days ago.

Shen Yuchuan handed over the large stove pot, followed Song Nianning's instructions, found some iron wires, washed them, woven them into an iron mesh and put them under the stove hole, put a charcoal fire on the shelves, and then started painting.

The fragrant roasted wild boar was served on the table, and everyone divided it up without leaving a piece.

At the end of the New Year's Eve dinner, Shen's mother took the lead in singing a characteristic song of this era, and the song floated over the roof.

Shen Yuchuan turned to look at the gentle face of his wife beside him, and smiled unconsciously.

While everyone was immersed in laughter and laughter, he quietly brought Song Nianning to the study.

Two pairs of portable dragon lanterns were inserted into the gap between the bookshelf and the wall, lit with orange-red candles, reflecting the cute little golden dragons with red flags on their heads, really like cute little pom-poms.

1977 is the year of the snake. Shen Yuchuan did not make snakes, but dragons. These four little golden dragons were all made by him, expressing his expectation and welcome as a father to the arrival of his children.

With the whole family's expectations, Song Nianning launched the project in the early morning of March 8, 1977 on the lunar calendar.