Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

Chapter 1939 I Don't Want to Borrow a Seed

The atmosphere inside the room had become lively.

The neighbors were busy with various tasks: some were already taking care of Qin Cuilian, some were preparing to call Li Fugui to get the medicine, and some were discussing how to help Xu Damao borrow a medicine pot to brew the medicine.

"Da Mao, today is a day of great joy! Your Xu family has been waiting for this for just as many years as our family has been waiting for this!"

"Yes, you absolutely have to treat us to a meal! I've been looking forward to your wedding for years, and it's only now that I've finally gotten around to it, but it's not too late!"

"Haha, we should have a drink to celebrate this, so we can share in the joy!"

"Da Mao, whatever you and Cui Lian need in the future, we'll have it all. I'll bring you some little cotton-padded jackets and clothes every now and then, haha!"

In an instant, congratulations, jokes, and heartfelt words of encouragement filled the room once again, creating an atmosphere of even greater joy than before.

This good news, which came twenty years late, was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating not only the Xu family but also warming the courtyard.

Every household seemed to share in the glory, rejoicing in the sweetness of breaking through the shadows of fate.

However, on the edge of this sea of ​​joy, some are struggling to process this stark contrast.

Yuan Zhencheng stood at the back of the crowd, his hand resting on the door frame.

His wife, Ge Ping, stood close to him, one hand secretly tugging at the hem of his clothes.

The two men also had smiles on their faces, and they joined everyone in congratulating Xu Damao.

Yuan Zhencheng even shouted, "You're something else, Maozi! You have to buy me and Da Shuang a drink, no matter what!"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying the unique boldness of a man from the hutongs.

But upon closer inspection, one would notice that Yuan Zhencheng's smile was somewhat stiff, and his gaze would quickly avert itself when it swept over Xu Damao's almost distorted face of ecstasy, and the maternal glow on Qin Cuilian's face on the bed, unconsciously drifting towards the darkness outside.

Ge Ping kept her head down, her gaze lingering on the ground beneath her toes for a long time. Her forced smile carried a hint of barely perceptible bitterness.

The residents of similar age in the courtyard already have children.

Like Chen Lei's child, Chen Hongxing, who lives in the front yard, he's already old enough to go out and buy soy sauce.

Leaving aside those far away, let's take He Dashuang, who used to be just like them and was also a troublemaker in the courtyard. His second wife, Qin Chunlian, is already several months pregnant, and the baby will be born in two months!

Now, even Xu Damao, who had been burdened with the reputation of having no descendants for twenty years, has seen a turnaround.

Only the eldest son of the Yuan family remains, having been married for almost ten years, and still living a quiet life.

The three of them usually chatted and laughed, sharing the same plight, and finding solace and comfort in each other. They could manage to relieve this kind of pressure on their own.

But at this moment, under the concentrated and intense impact of the joy of having a child, the hidden anxiety and deep inferiority complex are revealed as clearly as the reefs beneath the tide.

A casual congratulatory remark from someone else might sound like an unintentional reminder to them.

Ge Ping could even sense that after congratulating Xu Damao, several pairs of eyes would intentionally or unintentionally sweep over the couple with sympathy and curiosity.

Yuan Zhencheng sensed his wife's stiffness, and reached out to squeeze her cold little hand, conveying a silent message of comfort and a signal to hold on.

But at this moment, he was also on edge, feeling both genuine joy for his childhood friend and old neighbor, and a lingering sense of gloom and envy about his own uncertain future regarding childbirth.

"Come on, let's go!"

Ge Ping urged her husband in a low voice; she could no longer stand the lively atmosphere.

"Okay!" Yuan Zhencheng was also feeling uncomfortable here, and his desire to escape was no less than that of his wife. He congratulated Xu Damao and said he was going back. Then he pulled his wife away in a hurry.

Li Xiang took in the expressions of the two men out of the corner of his eye.

He understood, but this was not the time for comfort, and in such matters, words of comfort from outsiders often seemed inadequate.

He could only keep this thought in mind, hoping that he could find another excuse to take a look for them in the future.

He composed himself, wrote down the prescription, and carefully instructed Xu Damao on the precautions.

Meanwhile, Yuan Zhencheng and Ge Ping returned to their home in the front yard.

Once inside, the noise and joy of the courtyard were shut out.

The two did not turn on the lights; the winter night stingily cast a cold, bluish-gray light through the glass.

The two felt cold, and even more so, their hearts turned cold.

The smile that had lasted for so long on Yuan Zhencheng's face fell off like a broken plaster mask, leaving only deep weariness and emptiness.

He walked to the octagonal table, pulled out a chair, but did not sit down. Instead, he rested his hands on the tabletop, his back slightly hunched.

Ge Ping followed silently, afraid to turn on the light, lest she see her husband's disappointed face.

She hadn't been able to give him a child in the past ten years, and although her husband didn't blame her, she felt guilty.

The faint sounds of boisterous laughter drifting from the backyard only served to accentuate the eerily quiet atmosphere inside the house.

“Xu Damao…” Yuan Zhencheng took a deep breath, his previous optimism gone, “It’s truly a miracle that God has eyes!”

These words were squeezed out between clenched teeth, carrying a complex flavor.

Ge Ping didn't dare to reply, and could only give a soft "hmm".

"Dr. Li is truly skilled!" Yuan Zhencheng turned around, looking at his wife's silhouette in the shadows, as if convincing himself, "He Dashuang's son, Xu Damao's son, that's two now, he's got a knack for treating infertility..."

Ge Ping finally moved. She went over and sat down next to her husband, tugging at his clothes.

“Before, we could keep them company, and we thought it was all fate. The feng shui of this courtyard was bad, but now… it seems that everything has changed since Doctor Li came!”

"Now it's just the two of us left!" Yuan Zhencheng's voice was filled with anxiety and panic. "He Dashuang is about to have a son, and Xu Damao is about to have a monkey jump out of that crack in the rock... It turns out that in our yard, with our stove fire, we just can't seem to get it going no matter how hard we try..."

These words struck a nerve with Ge Ping, hitting the spot she feared most.

Her eyes were red and she wiped away her tears. "I used to think about letting things take their course, but seeing Brother Da Mao like that today, I felt like my heart was being scratched by a cat... I'm really happy for them, but after the happiness, all that's left is panic! They've all found a place to live, but what about us... where is our way out?"

Yuan Zhencheng sighed heavily, pulled up a chair and sat down, holding his wife's cold hand. "Ping'er, how about... we go see Doctor Li for a checkup? We can't just keep waiting like this!"

"Find?"

Ge Ping seemed stung. "But how can I bring this up? We're neighbors! We see each other all the time, it's so embarrassing! Besides, Dr. Li is busy with the Xu family's affairs, and if we turn around and bring this up, it's a bit... Besides, we might be different from the Xu and He families, we've known each other for so many years..."

"What are you afraid of!"

Yuan Zhencheng seemed to have made up his mind. "We didn't have such high hopes before, but it's different now! Doctor Li is really capable; he cured Da Shuang, Da Mao, Chunlian, and Cuilian! Our situation might not be a problem for him!"

The more he spoke, the more reasonable he became, and he even had an impulse to back down and do something rash.

"Besides, are you afraid of looking bad? What's face worth these days? Substance is what matters! If this continues, this knot in our hearts will only get heavier and heavier, and we won't be able to live together anymore!"

As Ge Ping listened to her husband's words, her initial hesitation and shyness were gradually suppressed by a powerful sense of anxiety and longing.

Yes, everyone else has new hope for the future, but our own life is still stagnant. Things need to change, and people need to move forward.

"Then how do we find them? Should we just go to their door?" Her tone carried a hint of determination.

“Say it directly, that won’t work! Let me think…” Yuan Zhencheng frowned and pondered, “Once this matter with Da Mao has calmed down a bit, I’ll find an opportunity… for example, since you haven’t been sleeping well lately, I’ll have him come over and take a look, and after striking up a conversation, I can steer the conversation in that direction!”

He emphasized again, "We must be courteous and not let them work for nothing!"

Ge Ping nodded, licking her dry lips: "I'll listen to you! No matter how bitter the medicine is, no matter how difficult the illness is to cure, I'll listen to you, as long as... don't let me get my hopes up for nothing again!"

She grabbed her husband's hand: "We can't possibly end up having to find someone to conceive with. I don't want it to come to that!"

Yuan Zhencheng held his wife tightly, crying out in anguish, "No! No, I swear!"