1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 376 "Who is prettier, my daughter or me?"

"Wife, what's wrong?" Jiang Xian came over with concern and supported Zhu Lin who was about to fall.

"I have a stomach ache."

Zhu Lin held her stomach with a look of pain.

"stomachache?"

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of other women.

Rao Yuemei slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, my stomach hurts. At this point, I must be about to give birth!"

"Stupid boy, send him to the hospital."

Ru Zhijuan patted Jiang Xian, and he finally reacted after being stunned there.

"An Yi, tell Edwin for me that I will not be attending today's report meeting."

"It's already this late, why are you still thinking about the report meeting?" Wang Anyi said.

Jiang Xian didn't have time to say anything and hurriedly sent Zhu Lin to the hospital.

The doctor gave Zhu Lin a simple examination.

"Who are the family members?"

"me."

Jiang Xian and his whole family ran over quickly.

"Doctor, how is my wife?"

"Are you pregnant?"

"Husband, this is her mother-in-law and mother."

The doctor nodded, then looked at Jiang Xian and said with a smile:
"Congratulations, your wife is ready for childbirth."

"Really?"

Jiang Xian was not a person who easily lost his composure, but when he heard the news, his heart instantly rose to his throat, and he felt nervous and happy at the same time.

"The family members signed the consent form?"

"it is good."

Jiang Xian took a consent form in English, glanced through it, listened to the nurse's explanation, and then solemnly signed his name.

He had no children in his previous life.

So this experience of being a father is the first time for him.

Zhu Lin was quickly sent to the delivery room, while Jiang Xian and other family members were arranged to wait outside the delivery room.

"I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything." Rao Yuemei said, slapping her thigh.

Jiang Xian had already prepared all the necessities for the baby's delivery, but the incident happened suddenly and the family was busy sending Zhu Lin off, so they didn't even think about this.

"I'll go back and get it." Jiang Xian said.

Rao Yuemei stopped him, "Silly boy, you are the child's father, how can you not be in the hospital at this time."

Ru Zhijuan said, "Comrade Yuemei, let's go back and get it. Let Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin's mother stay to look after Zhu Lin."

Rao Yuemei had no objection.

These two people can be said to be the two most important people in Zhu Lin’s life. Of course, they cannot leave easily at this moment.

Jiang Xian was arranged to wait at the door of the delivery room. From time to time, despite the nurses' rolling eyes, he would lean over to listen to the noise, but he could hear nothing.

He was in the most torment at this time. He really wanted to do something, but he could do nothing and could only leave everything to fate.

"Jiang Xian, have you chosen a name for your child?" Mother Zhu spoke at this time.

"name?"

Jiang Xian looked embarrassed, he had always been used to calling his precious daughter "Little Majesty", which came very naturally to him, so he had been delaying in giving his daughter a serious name.

"Give it back later."

Zhu's mother saw that he was too nervous to control himself as he was a new father, so she comforted him, "Jiang Xian, don't be nervous. When I gave birth to Zhu Lin and Zhu Hong in China, the medical technology was not as advanced as it is now, let alone the conditions in the United States. They were both born healthy."

As he was speaking, Nie Hualing also hurried over.

"Jiang Xian, I heard from An Yi that Zhu Lin is about to give birth."

"She's in the delivery room now."

Nie Hualing also saw that he was upset and comforted him, "Don't worry, the doctor is my friend, very famous in this area, especially good at obstetrics and gynecology, many Chinese children were born by her."

At this time, Zhu's mother echoed Jiang Xian with a few words of comfort, and Jiang Xian's spirit gradually relaxed.

After a while, Rao Yuemei and Ru Zhijuan reappeared in the hospital carrying large and small bags anxiously.

Along with them, there are also many authors from various countries in the "International Writing Project".

They all knew that Jiang Xian's wife was about to give birth. When they heard what Wang Anyi said, they spontaneously came to the hospital to see if they could help.

"Congratulations, Jiang."

"There will be a new member in the family soon."

"how is the situation?"

"Still in the delivery room."

Jiang Xian said helplessly: "I don't know much more than you."

After briefly understanding the situation, the group began a long wait, during which writers kept coming to comfort Jiang Xian.
"It must be a special feeling to be preparing to be a father for the first time." Chen Yingzhen smiled and patted his shoulder.

"I still remember the moment my child was born. I felt an unprecedented joy and excitement. I was extremely happy about the arrival of this new life, and I was also proud of the role I would play in my child's life."

"Teacher Chen, thank you for your hard work and for coming here to accompany me." Jiang Xian said gratefully.

"No way, it's such a happy event, we are happy to come here to share in the joy. As long as you don't find us annoying, just let us stay here with you for a while."

Chen Yingzhen could also see that Jiang Xian was not used to it, and his friends could only comfort him in the simplest and most direct way.

"You are popular, aren't you?"

Chen Yingzhen glanced at the hospital corridor and said, "Almost all the writers of the 'Writing Project' are here. I didn't expect you to be so popular here."

After spending some time together, the relationship between writers from different countries has become much more harmonious.

Even Faile and the Egyptian writer, who always quarreled whenever they met, could now sit together and discuss racial issues calmly.

But it's still rare for everyone to get together for a writer's personal matter.

It can be seen that in the hearts of these writers, they all have a certain appreciation and good impression of Jiang Xian.

"Do I also have the physique of a succubus?" Jiang Xian said self-deprecatingly.

Time passed by minute by minute. It was already afternoon when it was delivered, and now it was past nine o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Xian glanced at his watch and said, "Teacher Chen, take everyone to eat something nearby first. Don't go hungry. I'll write you a check and you can consider it my treat."

"Don't worry about us." Chen Yingzhen waved her hand quickly, "I'll take them to eat. What about you? Do you want to go and have something to eat as well?"

"I can't eat." Jiang Xian smiled bitterly.

Chen Yingzhen also understood his feelings and led a large group of writers out to eat.

Jiang Xian continued to wait at the door of the delivery room.

As time passed, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander and he thought about the question of "save the adult or the child" that often appears in TV dramas and movies.

In fact, this choice was completely made up by the screenwriter. The law clearly stipulates: only the adult can be saved.

As he thought about it, he shook his head quickly.

I was thinking what a mess this was.

Mother and child are safe!

Mother and child must be safe!

Jiang Xian paced back and forth in the corridor while thinking.

Mother Zhu saw his worry and said, "Jiang Xian, don't worry. Medical students have said that it will take at least 4 hours to complete the delivery."

"Yes."

Rao Yuemei took over the conversation, "It's hard to give birth to a child for the first time. When I gave birth to your sister for the first time, it took me nearly half a day."

The two of you talk to each other and I talk to each other.

Jiang Xian was persuaded by them to sit back in his seat. He leaned against the chair, leaned his head against the wall, looked towards the delivery room, and fell asleep without realizing it.

He fell asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, there was a tiny little creature, trying hard to stretch out its two little hands towards him.

Jiang Xian didn't know who this little girl was, he just felt that she was particularly kind.

So he also tried hard to reach out to her.

The moment he held her little hand, the little guy opened his mouth and whispered something.

"dad."

Jiang Xian suddenly understood who this little guy was.

That's his daughter!

Their little majesty!

Jiang Xian tried to hold the little girl's hand again, but gradually he couldn't touch it. He rushed forward anxiously, but instead he was getting further and further away from her.

In a hurry, Jiang Xian suddenly opened his eyes.

After a while of trance, I realized that I had fallen asleep without knowing when, and everything that just happened was just a dream.

He rubbed his eyes, and his eyes became moist without him noticing.

Jiang Xian wiped it twice quickly, thinking back to the dream he had just had, thinking back to the little girl who had made him feel so close to her from the bottom of his soul.

Anyone who believes in materialism will inevitably have some strange ideas at this moment.

Including Jiang Xian.

He really felt that that was his daughter, that was his little Majesty.

He couldn't help but raise his hand again and grab in the air.

"Don't worry."

"My little majesty."

"We'll be meeting soon."

The hospital corridor has become lively again.

It was already past midnight, but none of the writers from all over the world were willing to leave.

There were also a few guys holding beer in their hands, but they didn't drink it. They just placed it at their feet, as if they were just waiting for the final result to be announced so that they could happily drink a glass to celebrate.

No matter which country they are from, people who work in literature are all a little neurotic.

This seems to be the consensus.

Being a writer is a profession that constantly walks the line between elegance and madness.

At about one o'clock in the morning, accompanied by a slight sound, the door of the delivery room finally opened.

Brush it.

The corridor, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes turned towards the door of the delivery room.

A nurse came out holding a swaddling cloth with blue and pink stripes.

"Zhu Lin's family members!"

The next second, everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Xian again.

Jiang Xian felt that the eye sockets that he had just wiped clean were wet and hot again. He simply wiped them twice with his sleeve, but no matter how he wiped, it seemed that he could not wipe them clean.

He stopped wiping it and walked quickly to the nurse with red eyes.

"you are?"

".The child's father."

Jiang Xian choked for a long time before he squeezed out these few words from his throat.

The nurse was used to it and handed the swaddling clothes to Jiang Xian with a smile, "Congratulations, it's a girl, 15 pounds and 4 ounces, hold her."

Jiang Xian opened his arms awkwardly and took the child from the nurse's hands. He kept adjusting his posture, afraid that he was using too much force or too little force. His arms were as stiff as two stones.

But when that warm and soft little thing fell into his arms, his heart seemed to be poked by something, and he felt a wonderful feeling.

Is this my daughter?
He looked closely at the little Majesty through the gap in his swaddling clothes.

My daughter's skin looks so fair and tender, as if there is a layer of white powder on it. Her hair is wet and stuck together, appearing black and shiny. She is sleeping with her eyes closed.

Looking at this little guy, Jiang Xian was enveloped by an unprecedented sense of happiness.

"Oh, the nose looks like Zhu Lin!"

"His ears are like Jiang Xian! He is also a literary star!"

Rao Yuemei and Zhu's mother, the grandmother and great-grandmother, were standing by and looking at the little one in Jiang Xian's arms, their faces beaming with joy.

Jiang Xian raised his head and looked at the nurse at this time.

"Hello, how is my wife?"

The nurse looked at him in surprise, her eyes full of admiration.

"Don't worry, the mother is very safe and the delivery process went smoothly."

As they were talking, Zhu Lin was pushed out of the delivery room by the nurses. Her face was pale and the strands of hair on her temples were wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

"Wife, you've worked hard." Jiang Xian held her hand lovingly, which was very cold at the moment.

"Where is my daughter?" Zhu Lin asked weakly.

Jiang Xian took the little Majesty from Rao Yuemei's arms and held her to Zhu Lin's side. "Look at her, she's as pretty as you, and she'll be a big actress in the future."

"How can it be beautiful? It's wrinkled."

Zhu Lin said this, but her eyes were reluctant to leave the little guy for a moment.

"It will be fine after you take care of it. Your facial features are so distinctive." Jiang Xian leaned close to Zhu Lin's cheek, enjoying the happiness of the family of three at the moment.

Zhu Lin glanced at him, her almond-shaped eyes full of charm and a bit of cuddliness.

"Jiang Xian."

"Ah."

"Do you think I am beautiful or my daughter is beautiful?"

"Of course my daughter is beautiful." Jiang Xian answered without hesitation.

"Our daughter looks like her mother, but of course she's prettier."

"Humph."

Zhu Lin snorted lightly, and was quite satisfied with Jiang Xian's answer.

On the other side, in the corridor outside the lounge, writers from various countries cheered quietly, and those who had prepared beer clinked their glasses with each other, as excited as if they had witnessed a grand event.

Jiang Xian came out to see them off and said goodbye to the writers.

"How does it feel?" Chen Yingzhen asked.

Jiang Xian thought about it and said two words:
"Very good."

"Jiang, if your daughter has the opportunity to visit Taiwan in the future, please contact me and I will take her there."

At this time, several writers took out some poems, saying that they were inspired by their words and written specifically for Jiang Xian's daughter.

"What's there to write about this?" Jiang Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But I still accepted them one by one.

This gift is also very precious.

After all, these writers who are able to participate in the "International Writing Program", like Jiang Xian and Ru Zhijuan, are all well-known in their respective countries.

When his daughter grows up, Jiang Xian will take out these poems one by one and find the authors of these poems for his daughter to read.

See, these poems were written specifically for you when you were born.

Oh, wouldn't it be very impressive if you said this out loud?

(End of this chapter)