Chapter 130 Letter From Lu Jiang 2

Ten months of pregnancy, one day of delivery.

Which mother is not expecting joy?

When a child dies at birth, the most sad and upset person is probably the mother who gave birth to him.

As a father and a mother-in-law, without experiencing the pain of pregnancy and cultivating feelings with the child, the degree of sadness is very limited compared to that of a mother, and it is quickly forgotten.

Feng Qingxue, who went to visit Hongling, saw this situation.

Guo Guangcheng was chatting with people in the sheltered and sunny place at the door, and there was not much sadness on his face. Guo's mother was there too. Although she sighed, she was full of words about the child's bad luck and Hongling's uselessness. She didn't keep a good boy.

"That was a grandson, weighing four and a half pounds, and he died just like that."

Guo's mother patted her thigh and spoke, with only regret in her expression.

The people around her listened and comforted one after another.

"Guangcheng and Hongling are still young. Take good care of them. They will be able to be pregnant after the confinement period. You will be able to hold your grandchildren by the end of the year."

"Think positively. No one wants such a thing to happen. But what can you do if your child is not blessed? It's not just yours that dies at birth. My third child only lived for one day."

"Yes, my child also only lived for three days. He caught a cold and had a ruptured stomach."

"Your children all died of the cold. Unlike me, I finally gave birth to my first daughter, but in the blink of an eye, my mother-in-law pressed her down on me. The second child was also a girl, who lived for seven days. Somehow, the window was opened at night, and the girl caught a cold and had a high fever. She died in two days! "

Feng Qingxue was impatient to listen, and called Guo's mother "Auntie", "I came to see Sister Hongling!"

Seeing Feng Qingxue carrying a backpack, Guo's mother thought about it and immediately smiled, "It's Xiaoxue, you come to see Hongling? I'll take you in, she's in the house for confinement!"

Feng Qingxue thanked her and saw Hongling lying on the bed, heartbroken.

When she was pregnant, Hongling was very thin, and her belly looked particularly big at that time, just in contrast!

Now, her belly is deflated, her face is sallow, without a trace of blood, and her eyes are swollen like rotten peaches. She had heard the voices outside the house a long time ago, turned her head to look at Feng Qingxue, and tears flowed down again in an instant.

"Xiaoxue!"

Feng Qingxue quickly sat on the edge of the bed, "Sister Hongling, don't cry. Tears during the confinement period hurt your eyes."

"I know that, but I feel sad when I think of my dead child."

Mother Guo, who was following behind, couldn't help but say, "The child is dead, what's the point of being sad? If you are sensible, wipe my tears for me, take advantage of this time when you are not busy, take good care of yourself, and give me another grandson!"

After hearing this, Hongling immediately dared not say anything and hurriedly wiped her tears.

Feng Qingxue didn't like Mother Guo's attitude very much, and hurriedly said, "Auntie, there are so many people at the door, you go and do your own thing, I want to talk to Sister Hongling, I will persuade her to take good care of herself."

Mother Guo didn't say anything, and glanced at the backpack.

Feng Qingxue realized it in her heart, but how could she give the things she prepared for Hongling to Mother Guo? Judging from Mother Guo's attitude, the things in her hands would definitely not reach Hongling's mouth.

So Feng Qingxue pretended to be stupid and asked in confusion: "Auntie, is there anything else?"

"No, nothing!" Even though Guo's mother was thick-skinned, she was too embarrassed to ask Feng Qingxue directly what she brought. Thinking that the things in her daughter-in-law's hands were no different from her own hands, she left.