"Hey, hey, hey."
The cool morning breeze stirred the wind chimes by the window, while the glittering morning light gently brushed across the faces of the two people in bed. Qing Lan kept shaking Le Yu's shoulder until Le Yu rubbed the sleep from his eyes and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. "Ah, is it time for lunch?"
"It's only seven. It's just about time to get up for breakfast. I haven't gone to the newspaper office yet."
"Oh, oh, oh. Have a good trip." As he spoke, Le Yu pulled the thin silk quilt over himself and turned away from the sunlight shining on his face. "Pull the curtains while you're at it, thanks."
"Hey." Qing Lan wrapped her arms around Le Yu's neck and said softly, "After I woke up just now, I suddenly felt a little nauseous and queasy. It took quite a while to feel better, but I didn't have a late-night snack last night. Do you think I might be..."
"Tired of living?"
"I'm pregnant!" Qing Lan was full of energy first thing in the morning. "A kind person taught me a lot of things. Vomiting, nausea, and queasiness are all early symptoms of pregnancy..."
"That kind person you mentioned—is her name Mi Die, and is she less than twenty meters away from us?"
"Don't interrupt!" Qing Lan had grown more and more confident lately, to the point that she even dared to talk back to Le Yu. "If I really am pregnant, what do you think we should... do?"
"What do you mean, what should we do?"
"Keep it or not?"
"What?" Le Yu opened one eye. "There's abortion technology nowadays?"
"You mean terminating the pregnancy." Qing Lan said, "Of course there is. If abortions weren't possible, Fragrant Snow Sea