After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

In the hospital here, Qiao Yu gave birth to a son successfully.

The delivery room was instantly filled with the baby's cries.

After Qiao Yu gave birth to the child, it was like being fished out of the water. She was soaked to the skin. She held on to her last bit of strength and said, "Let me see the child, boy or girl?"

The midwife held the baby in front of her, smiled and congratulated: "It's a little boy, 3.1kg, very healthy."

The newborn baby is dirty, with white vernix and amniotic fluid on its body, and its face is wrinkled, like a little old man.

It's really not that good-looking.

Qiao Yu: "As long as you are healthy."

Others are not required.

She fell down, having no strength to hold the child anymore, and almost fainted from exhaustion.

After the delivery, Qiao Yu and the baby were pushed out of the delivery room.

Bao Hanshi walked quickly to Qiao Yu, and when he saw her haggard face that had lost all color, he felt an inexplicable lump in his throat: "Thank you for your hard work, Yu Yu. Is there anything particularly uncomfortable?"

Qiao Yu lay on the gurney and smiled weakly at him, even her voice was floating: "Baohan... I'm so tired."

After saying that, her eyes gradually darkened.

A man's nervous and suppressed low voice could be heard faintly in his ears.

She wanted to respond to him, but she ran out of energy to even open her eyelids.

She wanted to tell him what to do when she was cold, her son looked a bit ugly.

……

More than an hour later, when Qiao Yu woke up, the Yan family had already flown over from Nancheng.

They gathered around the hospital bed to watch the child, immersed in joy but also curious.

Yan Chen: "Who does this baby look like?"

Mr. Yan: "It's not like Xiao Huan anyway. Xiao Huan was very beautiful when she was born."

Little Xiangsi: "Mom, when I was just born, was I as ugly as my brother?"

Qiao Yu: "No, you looked like a doll since you were born, very beautiful."

Yan Chen: "Then what's going on with my little nephew? Does he have a genetic mutation?"

Yan Haoyue: "That's enough for you. You are attacking the appearance of a newborn baby. As a man, it doesn't matter if he is ugly. Humor and gentlemanly demeanor will be his best cosmetic qualities."

Qiao Yu: "..."

It's not that ugly, right?

Is it the mother filter? She looked at the baby in her arms now, and it seemed much more pleasing to her eyes than when she was just born in the delivery room.

Ugly is ugly. After looking at it for a long time, it seems that it is just that.

When she looked at Bo Han, who was sitting silently by the side, she poked him with her finger: "What were you like when you were born? If you were born ugly, it means that this child can turn into a handsome boy. "

Bo Hanshi: "..."

Mr. Yan got down to business: "Have you chosen a name for your child? No matter how ugly he is, you should give him a name."

Little Xiangsi frowned and thought, and said seriously: "Call me Chou Chou! Chou Chou sounds so cute!"

The little brother who can’t speak yet: Sister, I thank you.

Qiao Yu held back her laughter and looked at the infant child, "Bo Chou Chou, do you like the name your sister gave you?"

Bo Chou Chou: Chou refuses ten thousand times.

All joking aside, the name should be chosen carefully.

When Qiao Yu looks at Bo Han, no matter how many times she looks at him, she will still be amazed by his appearance. Even when they are arguing, her heart will still be moved and angry when facing his extremely superior and handsome face. At least it is pleasing to the eye and angry. It can be less than half.

She looked at the clown child, her eyes full of tender expectations: "I hope our Chou Chou can be as handsome and superior as our father, and be resolute and resolute. How about we call him Jun Xing?"

Bo Hanshi hugged her and said, "I also hope he can be as gentle and firm as my mother."

Qiao Yu's eyebrows arched, "Welcome little boy Bo Junxing to our home."

Little Xiangsi was very happy on the side, as if she had found a like-minded friend: "Bo Junxing, my little boy, grow up quickly! Do your homework with your sister!"

In the ward, everyone was amused.

Qiao Yu had just given birth naturally and was exhausted and needed to rest.

After the Yan family saw Qiao Yu and the child, they couldn't stay in the ward any longer and left.

Little Xiangsi was taken out to play by Mr. Yan.

The originally bustling ward suddenly became quiet.

Bo Junxing slept soundly in a separate small bed.

Bao Hanshi lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and asked hoarsely: "Are you still tired? Can you sleep for a while?"

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "I was very tired before, but now I can't sleep at all when I lie down. Are you happy when it's cold?"

Happy?

He was more worried and frightened. He held her hand and stared at her with a heavy gaze: "It's not about being happy, it's more about relaxing after the disaster."

No wonder... He was sitting next to her just now. He said nothing and didn't smile much. He just kept his eyes fixed on her, as if he was afraid that something would happen to her.

Qiao Yu smiled and comforted him: "I'm fine now. I'm much better than when I gave birth to Xiao Xiangsi."

When Xiangsi gave birth to her first child, it was more difficult than the second child. In addition, she was still young at the time. Bao Hanshi was not with her at that time, and there were no older relatives to accompany her. When the amniotic water broke, the whole He was panicking and fearful as if the sky was falling.

But her words did not comfort Bo Hanshi, but made him uncomfortable, "I will never give birth to another child again."

Qiao Yu nodded, and in order to make him feel better, she said, "You will be responsible for little Bo Junxing. I only care about the child, not the child."

"Okay, I'll take it."

While Qiao Yu was asleep just now, he was already studying how to hold the baby, how to make milk, and how to change diapers.

Before Qiao Yu went to sleep, Bo Hanshi leaned over and kissed her forehead again.

His voice was hoarse and he said again: "Mrs. Bo, you have worked really hard."

Qiao Yu didn't have much energy, and her voice was cool and soft: "I'm very happy during the cold period. Really, in this world, we have another relative connected by blood. It's just a little ugly, but I'll take care of you." He will always become more handsome.”

Bo Hanshi's eyes were very sore, but he was amused again, "Your child, no matter how ugly it is, I won't dislike it."

……

At night, the Lu family's old house.

The old man loved Lu Ruzhuo very much. He held his waist and rocked the cradle for a long time, and then he felt relieved after coaxing Lu Ruzhuo to sleep.

Lao Zhong helped him up and said with a smile: "Just let the confinement nanny and the nanny do this kind of thing to put the child to sleep. You have a back injury before, you always hold the child and coax the child, you are not tired."

The old man straightened up slowly. He was indeed a little sore. Just as he was about to leave the children's room, Lu Zhilu came over.

The old man glanced at the milk bottle in his hand and said, "Your son just fell asleep, and he can't drink milk now."

He stopped the old man and said, "Grandpa, why did you join forces with Nanchu to lie to me about the loss of my child?"

The old man looked at him deeply and said, "Come to the study and talk. Don't disturb Lu Ruzhuo while he sleeps."

Lu Zhilu put down the milk bottle in his hand and went to the study with the old man.

"How do you feel during the six months at the border? Have you had a fulfilling life?"

Lu Zhilu sat there, and his tone was a bit harsh at first: "Thanks to you, I live a miserable life every day, how can I not be fulfilled?"

The old man glanced at him and said, "I'm asking you, how is your life at the border different from your previous life of pampering and living in the imperial capital?"

Lu Zhilu fell into deep thought.

with large differences.

He did a lot of things at the border. Together with his teammates, he rescued a little girl who was trafficked from the hands of human traffickers. He also prevented many illegal immigrants from entering the country and dealt with large and small rioters.

There was a snowstorm and an avalanche blocking the road. He drove a helicopter to the mountains to rescue local border villagers. One of the pregnant women almost died in childbirth. The weight of life was on his shoulders. At that moment, he seemed to feel what his elder brother once said: " A heavy responsibility."

At the border, he witnessed life and death, large and small. In that harsh environment, it seemed that no identity was superior, only life and responsibility were superior.

For more than six months, he had been guarding the border and never called home once.

At first, he was out of anger and wanted to prove to the old man that he was capable. As long as he wanted, he could shoulder everything like his elder brother.

But gradually, he walked from the heights to the mud and into the heavy snow. The more he walked, the more determined he became, and the road ahead became clearer and clearer.

Later, I really forgot about those childish original intentions of being angry. At the border, there was no sensuality, no feasting, no entertainment every night...but he seemed to really feel that he was living clearly and vigorously.

What he was afraid of and unwilling to face in the past, now seems to be able to bear it.

The old man slowly said: "A person is really strong. It doesn't depend on what he can control or conquer, but on what he can endure. I never want the children of my Lu family to live their lives in ignorance and without pursuits." , there must be some goals and ambitions. If you waste your whole life just because of your eldest brother's death, it will be a blindfold. It is true that our Lu family can afford to support one disabled person, and we can also support two. When something goes wrong at home, when you are helpless, when you are forced to give up, are you still willful? "

"In the past, you had your elder brother standing in front of you, and you had never endured hardship. You used your father's power as a passport, and you thought you were living a free and unrestrained life. But if one day, I fall, your father will no longer be in his position. If you weren't mature enough at that time, you wouldn't even be able to protect your own son. I'm already eighty years old. I'm really old. I can't stay with you and Lu Ruzhuo for much longer. You have to hold up the Lu family's umbrella. ”

"I deliberately deceived you in the first place just to let you know that the reason why your life is smooth sailing is because someone is constantly supporting you. You step on the shoulders of your grandfathers and fathers and do whatever you want, thinking that it is you. But in fact, as long as I drop you, you will be broken. You are like porcelain, and you are completely indifferent. If I don’t stop you or train you, you will have no resilience.”

"Lu Zhilu, when you were young and frivolous, you yelled at me that you must resist me and be more powerful than me. I hope you will continue to resist me, not just talk, but to achieve actual results. Until one day, You can catch up with me and even become a chess player that rivals me."

"Only in this way can you protect the people you want to protect, and only in this way can you truly be free. I hope you can understand my good intentions."

……

The old man's words were deafening in his ears.

Lu Zhilu walked back to the baby room, looked at the sleeping child in the cradle, and sighed softly: "Lu Ruzhuo, you look quite like your mother."