Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (5)
While drinking almond cheese, Brother Nian told Qing Huan what happened just now. His eyes are wide open, and the black eyeballs are rolling and rolling, which is very cute. Qing Huan was a female celebrity on the couch, listening to the little girl dancing and telling stories, without fear, curiosity, or sympathy, she just took it as a stranger.
Smiling unconsciously: "Be careful in the future, don't associate with people like that."
"Understood!" After answering loudly, Xiao BuDian got off the chair, ran up to Qing Huan and threw herself on her lap, with a rosy smile on her face: "Is A Niang making something for Nian Nian?"
"Yes." Qing Huan replied leisurely. "I don't know who is always drooling when he sleeps, so I had to work hard to make him a drool bag, so as not to have to wash the bedding every day."
Brother Nian's face turned red when he was exposed, and he arched his head into Qing Huan's arms. It was obvious that he was embarrassed to be told about his big shortcomings. Just about to act coquettishly and let A Niang forget about this matter, I suddenly heard someone say: "What kind of sinful thing did you do again to pester your A Niang?"
"Father!" Brother Nian's eyes lit up, and he turned around from Qing Huan's lap and flew towards him. Pei Deyong hugged him in his arms, and then raised him high. The little guy smiled very happily, his face was bright red. Qing Huan raised his eyelids to take a look, and said: "He just drank almond cheese, you should be careful, so as not to spit it out."
Once before, the little thing with a round belly was held high by his father, but he was too excited, and the frequency of lifting increased, and the little guy vomited all over the floor, not to mention how disgusting it was. After that time, Pei Deyong also began to control his strength, after all, the memories of being spat out all over his head were not very good.
Brother Nian, whose black history was exposed once again, is about to cry. Don't look at him as young and cute. It's fine if there is no one else at the moment, but the servants are watching, so that people know that he is sleepy. How embarrassing to spit up after eating too much. Quickly struggled to get off Pei Deyong, ran to Qing Huan and acted like a baby: "Aunt~~Aunt, don't say it! Don't say it~~"
Although he is a male doll, he is very talented in acting like a baby, no one else can match him. Qing Huan chuckled, put aside the work at hand, and carried the five-year-old doll onto her lap. Although Brother Nian is five years old, he is not fat, round and healthy, with a delicious milky smell all over his body. He was also very happy to be hugged by A Niang. It is good to have A Niang holding him high, but he still prefers A Niang to hold him. The little head habitually burrowed into Qing Huan's arms, acting coquettishly.
He already knew that he was the young master outside, and he was quite a young adult, so he only looked like a child in front of his parents. Pei Deyong watched the two of them making out, and sat on the side by himself. It has been more than three years since Sui Sui's accident, and he and his wife still respect each other like ice. Although they slept on the same bed at night, they were separated by Brother Nian. Son, nothing can be done. Even Pei Deyong himself hadn't touched a woman for more than three years. He felt ashamed in his heart and had been pure and ascetic for a long time, but the scene he saw at the barracks at noon made him feel slightly overwhelmed.
It was a centurion, in his twenties, and not long after he got married, his wife came to bring him food. The young couple stood facing each other, probably because of their newly-married. Both of them were very shy, their movements were stiff but showed a thousand emotions , Pei Deyong couldn't help but think of when he and Wei Yinglan just got married, she was so courageous that she disguised herself as a man and sneaked into the military camp to find him, because she missed him.
He really didn't understand what love between children is, and he didn't think anything about it at the time, it was just funny, he left her in the barracks, and after taking her home, he talked about it, she agreed, but later she was still three or five Sneak past now and then. After a long time, his confidantes knew about his wife's little hobby. From the outsiders' point of view, it was a little interest between their husband and wife.
Since when did...she stop going? Pei Deyong couldn't remember anything.
He watched the mother and son play quietly. In the past few years, he rarely saw his wife smiling. He only smiled when he was there every year. He was expressionless when facing himself more often. He was a little lost in thought. Looking at it, I don't know why I suddenly thought of her smiling like a flower.
Pei Deyong didn't speak anymore, but when he was going to bed at night, someone took Brother Nian to sleep in a small room. When he entered the bedroom, his wife was dressing in front of the mirror, time was so gentle to her, it hardly left any traces on her body, and she was more beautiful than before. The thin pajamas couldn't hide her exquisite figure, making Pei Deyong's throat roll when he had been abstinent for a long time.
He walked over and took the comb from her hand. Qing Huan was not surprised when she saw him in the bronze mirror, she silently asked him to comb her hair, her eyes were shallow and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Wei Yinglan's hair is in excellent condition, it is black and shiny, like satin, Pei Deyong's movements are gentle, he has never combed other people's hair, and he doesn't really understand the joy of thrushing eyebrows, but now combing his wife's hair, it somehow reminds him of the idea of growing old together Words come.
However, when they were all lying on the bed, turned off the lights, and there was no Brother Nian among them, when he reached out to untie her skirt, he was rejected.
It wasn't a cold and heartless rejection, but just turned over, as if it was inadvertent, but it showed his attitude.
She didn't want to share the joy of fish and water with him.
Pei Deyong silently withdrew his hand, watching her back leaning against the wall in the moonlight outside the window. Thin, thin, slender, beautiful. Probably because he has been lonely for a long time, lonely for a long time, his mind will always think of the way she talked and laughed at Yanyan, so that when he sees her who is indifferent again, he can hardly remember the tender moments between the two of them. "Ying Lan..."
He gave a low cry.
Qing Huan was silent for a long time before saying: "Tomorrow I will ask someone to find some outstanding maidservants for Lord Hou—"
"No need."
She was interrupted and did not continue. Pei Deyong withdrew his gaze from staring at her, turned to lie flat and looked up at the top of his head: "That's fine, you don't need to worry about anything else."
"Why bother Master Hou?" Qing Huan said softly, "I will never let Master Hou get close to me again in my life, and I will not be able to spread incense and incense to Master Hou again. If Master Hou has any beauty, Bring it directly into the mansion, and I will never say a word."
Pei Deyong could hear the alienation in her words, and said with self-deprecation: "You are considerate and generous."
"...not from the very beginning, she was considerate and magnanimous."
She fell asleep after saying this, ignoring how Pei Deyong behind her would understand.
Who would be generous in the first place? But among all married women, who doesn't look forward to being in love with her husband until she grows old? Which one is not a delicate and innocent girl like a flower, full of longing and hope, but can her husband keep it? In this era, it is ridiculous to ask a man to be single-minded. How many daughters who are spoiled at home have become virtuous and generous main wives, and they are no longer young. The same is true for Wei Yinglan, otherwise she wouldn't want Pei Deyong to love her wholeheartedly.
Later she realized that this was impossible, so she stopped thinking about it. After having a daughter, she no longer longed for it at all, but she didn't know that she couldn't keep such a small life. If it was left to others, she must think about it, while she was still young, and while her husband felt guilty about her, she would hurry up and give up again. She was pregnant with one and gave birth to a son to stabilize her position, but she couldn't let the title be snatched away by the concubine—but Wei Yinglan didn't care about it, she gave all her love to her daughter, and when her daughter was gone, she didn't ask for anything.
Disheartened, but that's all.
Probably others will compromise, forgive, endure, and start over, but Wei Yinglan will not.
never.
Qing Huan would not use the moral standards of an advanced society to demand people in a feudal society, but Wei Yinglan had something to say to Pei Deyong but she didn't have time to say it, so she would do it for her. In fact, it's quite ridiculous to think about it. Pei Deyong thinks that Wei Yinglan is a qualified and good wife, and that she will never be harsh on the bastard, but that's because the child is raised by Wei Yinglan's body, but there is another person inside. If Wei Yinglan is still alive now, maybe she can live a year or two generously, but after a long time, Wei Yinglan will drive herself crazy if she always faces Brother Nian.
But men don't seem to think so, they all think this is a rule, even some women agree with this rule - but who set this so-called rule
In the middle of the night, Qing Huan's voice was very calm: "I want to make it clear to Master Hou that when you saved brother Nian but not Sui Sui, I felt pain and resentment in my heart, but one of these two children will die, no matter how powerful Master Hou is." , I can only save one. In terms of etiquette, Master Hou can stand up, and it is justified, but I can’t admit it in my heart, and it has nothing to do with Master Hou. This is a hurdle in my heart. I have worked hard on me, if you feel that there are fewer sons, you don't need to tell me, if you like it, just bring it back."
Then, she paused and told him: "This is the way we are in this life."
Telling the truth very rationally, this is the way it is in this life.
Isn't it so, what else can I do? Probably... That's it, that's the only way.
As Pei Deyong listened, for some reason, he thought of the youthful, tender, shy and loving face that he lifted up his hijab on the wedding night.
Such a face, in this life, I am afraid I will never see it again.
It was inevitable for him to toss and turn all night, not knowing what he was thinking. The wife next to her had already fallen asleep, her breathing was shallow, and she curled up in a small ball facing the wall, in a very insecure position. He half-wanted to reach out for a hug, but he stretched out and took it back—she wouldn't like his touch.