Qian Yuanqing almost fainted from fright, looked at each other with the nurse, and they dropped the things in their hands and ran out.
When she got to the door, she saw the situation outside, so she stopped the nurse, and both of them stopped again.
There is a lemon tree in the middle of the yard, which was left by the previous head of the household. It has been carefully cultivated, and it blooms and bears fruit every year. At this time, the leaves are full of immature lemons. When the wind blows, the branches sway, sending a strange and fresh smell, which makes the whole small courtyard alive.
A man and a woman embraced each other under a tree. The man clasped the back of the woman's head with one hand, and the woman wrapped her arms around his waist with her head buried in his chest.
There is a little baby between them. The baby has never cried since it was born. It is very sensible and easy to raise. She was squeezed in the middle at the moment, she didn't recognize her life at all, and she giggled.
The nurse looked surprised, looked at Qian Yuanqing, and was stunned.
Sensing the staring eyes, Qian Yuanqing suddenly looked away and wiped the overflowing tears with the back of her hand.
The nurse, surnamed Yu, is two years older than her. Qian Yuanqing smiled: "Sister Yu, that's my son." When she said this, she rarely showed a gentle look on her face.
The nurse has been working in this family for more than a year, and she knows more or less about the situation. Seeing her expression now, and then seeing the two kissing and loving people, her eyes became hot, and she became happy.
Qian Yuanqing calmed down and stepped down the steps.
Lu Qiang lowered his head against Lu Yin's hair, ignorant.
She walked over and said with a straight face, "Okay, you two."
Only then did Lu Qiang raise his eyes: "Mom."
She hummed, "I'm back."
Qian Yuanqing didn't look at him, and was only anxious to pick up the child in his hand. The five-year-old man has no weight in his hands, and the baby's muscles and bones are fragile. If it flashes to the neck, it's not a joke.
How dare he. Qian Yuanqing glanced at him, wanted to reprimand him a few words, but endured it, but finally did not speak.
The two had already separated, Lu Yin lowered her head and wiped her tears.
The nurse also came over.
Lu Yin raised her eyes, her nose was a bit blocked, and she introduced, "This is Aunt Yu."
"He is my husband Lu Qiang, who just came from China."
The nurse took a few glances, didn't ask any further questions, and said with a smile, "It's good to be here, it's good to be here."
Lu Qiang pursed his lips, and said after a while, "Thank you."
There was a brief silence, no one answered, but everyone knew what he meant.
Lu Yin hooked his little finger, "That's how you came here?"
Lu Qiang lifted his chin towards the door, and there was a black travel bag on the grass, which was deflated and contained only a few clothes. After coming out, he only had time to go home and tidy up before being sent through by Xing Weixin and others.
The nurse went to the door to pick up the backpack. Qian Yuanqing explained a few words and entered the room with the child in her arms.
Lu Yin took two steps forward and looked up at him: "Isn't it coming out next month?"
Lu Qiang shook her hand: "Good performance, released early."
"Why don't you say a word, I'll pick you up."
Lu Qiang said, "I want to surprise you."
Lu Yin's eyes were still wet, and she reproached, "You don't want to go through the door, but you climbed over the wall to come in. I thought it was to steal a child." She squeezed his fingers punishingly: "There is no surprise, but there is a shock."
Lu Qiang pushed her forward, her palm pressed against his hard chest, and he said hoarsely, "Is there really no surprise?"
He looked directly at her, reluctant to look away, looking at her frankly.
After a while, Lu Yin was still defeated, turned her eyes away, and pursed her lips tightly.
Later, Lu Qiang came down from the upstairs to take a shower, and changed into his household clothes and slippers. The caregiver's son and daughter-in-law have already arrived. The corners of the yard are filled with ingredients, the charcoal fire is burning more vigorously, and thin smoke is floating in the surrounding air.
After a brief introduction, Lu Qiang really exchanged a few words with them. They knew each other from the beginning, and the atmosphere became lively after a while.
The skewered vegetables and meat were put on the grill, and there was a sound of sizzling, and the smell of burnt fragrance was rippling after a while. A few bottles of beer were opened, and everyone raised their glasses and clinked for this unexpected reunion.
Lu Qiang poured it in one gulp, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the woman opposite. There are too many people today, and they haven't said a few words yet.
He leaned against the back of the chair, "Lu Yin."
"Huh?" The eyes of the two met unexpectedly.
Lu Qiang looked in the direction of the living room: "Go get some dishes out."
His voice was slow and deep, with a half-smile, half-lidded eyelids, he looked at her lazily, took only a few puffs of the cigarette, and crushed it on the corner of the table.
Lu Yin licked her lips, the voices around her turned into a blinding noise, only the trembling sound of her heart could be heard. Her cheeks were burning hotly, she put down her chopsticks, said "Oh" slowly, and ran back to the kitchen to get the dishes.
After a while, Lu Qiang got up: "Go to the toilet."
No one paid attention to them, Qian Yuanqing and the nurse laughed and teased the children, while the other two were busy with grilling meat and distributing seasonings.
He followed into the room.
The living room of this room is very spacious, the decoration is simple and plain, and the overall milky white furniture is left by the previous owner. On the left and right of the porch are the living room and dining room. There are two rooms next to the living room, where Qian Yuanqing and the nurse lived. Going inside, there is a spiral escalator leading upstairs.
Opposite is the kitchen.
Lu Yin tiptoed to get new dishes from the cupboard above. She was wearing a white cotton T-shirt and shorts today, and because of the movement, a small part of her lower back was exposed.
There was a sudden click behind him, and the door was gently locked.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up instantly, her mind was in a mess, and she jumped extremely fast. Biting her lower lip as if she had a premonition, turning around, Lu Qiang stood at the door with his backhand, staring quietly at her waist.
Her voice was floating: "Why did you come in?"
Weeds were overgrown outside the window, and Mrs. Reid's kitchen could be seen through the fence. Lu Yin stood at the window, with his back to the light, unable to see his expression clearly.
Lu Qiang walked over.
The air became tense and ambiguous, and he grabbed her waist eagerly and directly, "Yinyin, do you miss me?"
While speaking, he was panting like a cow.
Lu Yin's heels were forced to lift up, her eyes were timid and expectant, and the rest was missing, she said, "I want to..."
Before he could utter a word, he was robbed of his breath. Lu Qiang missed her even more. During this year, he could only sketch her appearance in his mind, like a poor ghost who painted cakes to satisfy his hunger, surviving day by day in the dark and cramped prison.
Lu Yin put her hands on his shoulders and said vaguely, "We should go out."
Lu Qiang leaned forward, almost pressing her on the cooking table, smelling her breath, and rubbed her forehead with his thumb close to the skin of her hair roots. Her hair had grown out, black and thick, just reaching her shoulders.
Lu Qiang's dissatisfaction is the scar left by her operation.
Lu Yin pushed him: "There are people outside."
"Never mind him." Lu Qiang kissed her lips again, rubbed her thin body into his arms, and covered her waist along the hem of the clothes with his big hands dishonestly.
The waist of Lu Yin's trousers was elastic, he stayed for a while, then pulled it open and groped in. His palms felt slippery for a long time, and the two petals were also tight and round. He spread his five fingers, tightened them, and pinched them so hard that they deformed.
Lu Yin was so breathless from his kiss, her head was dizzy, she only felt that the whole kitchen was on fire and was about to burn.
His ass was sore and numb, and his rough fingers slid down the gap.
Lu Yin's mind was ringing with an alarm, and he was much more awake, biting his lower lip hard.
Lu Qiang stopped breathing heavily, and finally separated.
Lu Yin's lips were red, and her brows were tightened: "Lu Qiang, you are so annoying."
With his hands still inside, he rubbed the back of her ears and neck with his lips indiscriminately, his voice hoarse: "There are so many people. Does it hurt you to go upstairs?"
Lu Yin's heart skipped a beat, she shrank her shoulders and pushed him: "You only think about this."
He took it for granted: "That's right, I think about how to sleep with my wife every day when I come out."
Lu Yin's cheeks were flushed, his waist was almost cut off by him, and she leaned back. Lu Qiang lowered his head slightly, and bit her chest through the clothes.
Lu Yin called out: "Everyone is outside, can you pay attention?"
Lu Qiang didn't move, she bit her lip and said softly, "...wait for the evening."
He moved his nose closer, sniffed deeply again, relaxed his strength, and didn't intend to do anything.
He took her hand and kneaded it twice. Finally separated some distance.
Lu Qiang asked lazily: "What's on your lower back?" He couldn't see clearly just now because it was far away.
Lu Yin twisted her body, not to show him.
The more awkward she was, the more curious he was.
Lu Qiang's eyes were dark, he hooked her waist with his backhand, and with a little dexterity, he arched his knees and pressed Lu Yin's lower abdomen on his thighs.
Lu Yin exclaimed, and he tore open her pants. There were still messy reddish handprints on her buttocks.
Lu Qiang's eyes shifted and landed on the position where her waist and hips met, the tattoo was completely exposed in his field of vision.
His breathing was slightly stagnant, and he couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling at that moment.
…
After a while, the two went out one after the other, Lu Yin's face remained blushing, and she was still a little unnatural.
She buried her head in eating while Lu Qiang chatted, and the two didn't communicate much.
The meal didn't end until two o'clock in the afternoon. After packing up, the nurse went home with her son to stay for a few days, and Qian Yuanqing took the baby to take a nap.
The weather is fine, with a cool breeze.
Lu Qiang didn't take anything, so they simply changed their clothes and went outside to buy some.
Lu Yin took his hand and interlocked her fingers. It wasn't until this moment that she truly felt that they had been separated for a year, with a time difference of six hours and a distance of more than 8,000 kilometers. This time, Lu Qiang really came over.
She wanted to cry uncontrollably, raised her head, opened her eyes wide, the sky was blue and clear, and her eyes were bright. She suddenly laughed again.
Lu Qiang looked at her: "What are you laughing at?"
Lu Yin took his hand, pressed it to his lips and pecked it lightly, but didn't speak, looked at him, his eyes curled up with a smile.
The back of Lu Qiang's hands were burning hot, his throat was tight, and he could see the suppressed moisture in her eyes.
There was a red light ahead, and Europeans with different looks stopped at the intersection. The buildings in the town were old, the streets were narrow, and the road was an uphill road with ups and downs. Lu Qiang took her by the waist, stood under the traffic light, and kissed her without warning.
Lu Yin was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to push away, but the foreign language was mixed in her ears, and she suddenly returned to the present. As soon as she tightened her hand, she obediently closed her eyes.
His kiss was tender and compassionate, just touching her lips, holding her cheek with his big palm, kissing her with forgetfulness.
The corners of Lu Yin's lips curled up, and a tear fell from the end of her eyes.
The green light turns on and the crowd rushes through.
After a while, Lu Qiang let her go. He glanced around and rubbed his forehead: "Is it beautiful in front of foreigners?"
"Huh?" She sniffed.
"Isn't this your wish?"
"..."
It took a whole afternoon to stop and go outside, and Lu Yin took him through the usual life track.
After shopping, when they got home at six o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Qian Yuanqing was willing to hand over the child to them until it was time to go to bed.
After Lu Qiang took a shower, he came out wearing only a pair of boxers.
She lay on her side on the big bed, with her arms under her cheeks, her eyes lowered, and she looked tenderly at the little baby under her arms.
Lu Qiang threw the towel aside and lay down on the other side.
Lu Yinxu said, "Be gentle." The little baby has already fallen asleep.
Lu Qiang lay on his stomach halfway, so he had time to look at his little princess carefully. Her eyelashes are long and curly, her nose is round, her little pink tongue is held between her lips, and her saliva is glistening and moist.
It's unbelievable that he made such a pink thing, she can breathe, move, blink, laugh at him, and when she grows up, she will sweetly call him daddy. It feels pretty amazing.
The air current in Lu Qiang's chest was surging, rushing upwards, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her again, and spread his big palms to her face to compare: "So small."
Lu Yin laughed, "I was still young when I was born, and my skin was wrinkled, only a little over five catties."
His fingers shrank slightly: "Is it good?"
Lu Yin paused: "She is less than a month old, a little premature."
Lu Qiang clenched his fists, his cheeks tensed, "Are you scared?"
She said lightly, "There is nothing to be afraid of. Mom is by my side. I can still go. I called a car and went to the hospital."
Lu Qiang didn't speak for a while, and put the baby's little hand on his lips and gently rubbed it. The bedroom was extremely quiet, only the bedside alarm clock was beating regularly.
"Did you hate me then?"
Lu Yin smiled, with a relaxed face: "Yes, yes, I have the intention of killing you."
Lu Qiang said, "No more."
"What won't it?"
He stroked the back of her neck in the air, "When the baby is born, I won't go anywhere, just stay by your side and take good care of you."
Hearing this, Lu Yin squeezed her nose: "I don't want to give birth, it hurts to death. I want to give birth to you."
Lu Qiang thought for a while, and said seriously: "As long as I have that set of equipment, you won't suffer if you give birth to ten or eight children."
Lu Yin laughed out loud, and quickly covered her mouth, but Lu Qiang was serious: "You have to add a handle to me."
She snorted, and muttered in a low voice, "You said you weren't patriarchal!"
Lu Qiang said, "No."
"Liar."
He raised his eyes, slid his thumb across her cheek, and rubbed her earlobe: "My daughter is a pet, she will give birth to a boy, and she will support the family for me in the future."
Lu Yin was taken aback, her nasal cavity swelled suddenly: "I can only coax me."