This is crossing

?It is said that the pain experienced by a woman in giving birth is tenth, which is also the highest level of human pain.I don't know how many levels a man can reach if he has a child.

The actresses who play parturient women on TV are always yelling heart-piercingly, with beads of cold sweat hanging all over their heads and faces, causing the audience outside the TV to sweat too.But Ansair almost didn't let out any pain or groans, only occasionally, there would be a few muffled groans.

Yang Tao didn't dare to lean too far, for fear of affecting the midwife's work, so he could only look into the gap in the crowd in front of the bed, and in a flash, he caught a glimpse of Ansair's hand clutching the edge of the bed, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging Suddenly, his heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and it seemed to be boiled in a frying pan, and his heart ached terribly.

At this moment, Yang Tao fully understands the feelings of those husbands waiting anxiously outside the delivery room. He thought it was too exaggerated before, but now he thinks it is not fake at all.

Before I knew it, time passed, maybe 4 hours, or 6 hours?Yang Tao had lost the concept of time, until a loud cry rescued him from endless anxiety.

He was stunned for a while, his thoughts went blank, and then he came back to his senses and murmured: "Birth, did you give birth?"

The midwife carefully wiped the baby's body, wrapped it in a clean cloth, and said with a smile on his face: "It's a healthy little boy, congratulations to the two adults."

Yang Tao let out a long breath, his knees softened, and he sat down on the ground.

Ansair refused the support of his entourage, struggled a little, then sat up by himself, leaning against the head of the bed.

The midwife immediately handed over the baby in his arms to him.

Ansair took it, hugged it like a dragonfly, and then returned it. His eyes searched for Yang Tao who was sitting on the ground stupidly, and he immediately softened up, calling softly: "Yang."

Yang Tao woke up like a dream, straightened up softly, and wobbled to the bedside. The person who gave birth was obviously Ansair, but his complexion was uglier than Ansair.

Seeing this, Ansair frowned imperceptibly, pulled him into his arms and sat down, kissed the top of his head: "Scared you?"

Yang Tao was stunned and didn't respond. At this moment, the midwife handed the baby to him with a wink.

The baby's weak weight was on the arm, and Yang Tao's whole body was stiff. He felt that he couldn't lift his hand, and he couldn't even hold his breath unconsciously.

He looked down at the little baby, its small body was no longer than his forearm, its skin was red and wrinkled, like a little wild monkey, not pretty at all.But as he watched, the softest place in his heart began to sink.

Suddenly, warm liquid overflowed from the eye sockets, slid down the cheeks, and was gently wiped away with fingers.

He turned his head and stared blankly at Ansair, suddenly wanting to cry.There is a saying that a man does not cry lightly. In addition to sadness, great happiness can also make people cry.

He must have accumulated the virtues of eight lifetimes. In this life, he will get the best parents, the best brother, the best daughter-in-law, and now he has a child...

"Woo..." Yang Tao tried hard to hold back his tears, but unfortunately he failed. He choked up and said, "I, I want to take him back to see his grandparents."

Ansair hugged him tightly, and said next to his ear, "I promise, I will."?