Zhao'er tucked the quilt on his body tightly and stayed far away from him, lying on his back.
She heard a rustling sound, and the little man seemed to get off the kang.
It wasn't until she heard him walking towards the door that she couldn't help but say, "What are you doing?"
Her voice was completely hoarse, and she was so hoarse that Zhao'er wanted to die at this time. She screamed so badly before, she must have been heard. There are two elders living next to it, how can I go out to meet people tomorrow.
"I'll go get some water."
Zhao'er suddenly sat up, hugging the quilt, and the crisp shoulders that were exposed outside were a little cherry red. Under the background of the halo yellow light, it seems to be covered with a layer of gauze mist, and it has a sense of beauty.
"do not go."
"How can you sleep without washing?"
Seeing him staring there, Zhao'er hurriedly pulled the quilt up a bit, but she didn't dare to look at him: "Anyway, don't go there. There's no water in the house, just wipe it off."
Xue Tingxiang's eyes fell on the pot of cold water in the house, and his eyes were silent. Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao'er also looked over, and the two looked at the basin of water in worry. In the end, Xue Tingxiang made a move. He went to take off the latch and planned to go out.
Zhao'er fell down on the kang in frustration, covering her head tightly with the quilt, for fear of hearing the three aunts and four aunts beside her curiously get up and ask what was wrong.
How should the little man answer
Vomited, or dirty
But where is it dirty, wasn't it washed before? Zhao'er's face was red and hot, and it was almost embarrassing to see anyone.
Fortunately, no one seemed to get up. Xue Tingxiang went to the kitchen and came back like a ghost. He didn't even cry out from the sunspot in front of the door.
Kuroko was kicked out to sleep.
She faintly listened to the movement in the room, and buried herself under the quilt. After a while, someone pulled her quilt, and she subconsciously wrapped it tightly, like a silkworm, squirming, but she wouldn't let him pull.
After a while, a gap was revealed, and she asked inside, "What are you doing?"
"You also get up and wash, I have the hot water ready."
"I don't wash."
"How can you sleep without washing?"
"Why can't you sleep?"
"Whatever you want, it's you who is uncomfortable anyway, and the other thing will dry inside if you don't wash it."
Hearing this, Zhao'er felt like being pricked by a needle, and sat up: "What nonsense are you talking about, how do you know?"
Xue Tingxiang stared at her without speaking. After a pause, he said, "I wish I could stay in it for a while, so that the seeds of my descendants can take root and sprout in it."
Zhao'er was embarrassed to listen, she quickly put on her clothes through the quilt, she stared at him fiercely: "Come on your back."
Xue Tingxiang glanced at her before turning around. She hurriedly took the clothes and put them on her body. After getting off the kang, she didn't know what she was thinking, but she didn't stay in the room, but went out with the water basin.
As soon as the fire in the stove went out, there was still a small pot of water left in the big iron pot. Zhao'er poured all the water into the basin and carried it to the vegetable field behind.
The sky was dark, and it was still extremely cold in February.
Zhao'er was shivering against the cold wind, and her heart was full of aggrieved feelings.
Thanks to her hurting him for so many years, he was so cruel to her.
Zhao'er remembered the swear words she had accidentally heard in the village before, how a man made his mother-in-law on the kang so bad that he couldn't get off the kang for three days. When the women were talking about this, they all laughed strangely, as if they didn't reject it at all, and they had a bit of fun in it, but Zhao'er couldn't understand it anyway.
When they got to the bathroom, Zhao'er locked the door and started to undress.
After taking it off twice, because it was too cold, she found that she could do without taking off her clothes, so she squatted down. Something came out, and it was icy cold. She remembered the seed of his descendants, and the seeds of his descendants were actually planted in her belly. She was in a hurry to wash with hot water, the swelling was painful, but it was not painful.
She washed it in a hurry, hurriedly dried it, stood up, poured the water in a corner, and let it flow into the vegetable field along the small hole in the corner of the house, and she reached out and opened the door.
A gust of cold wind blew, and as soon as she came out, she met someone.
In a dark voice, she subconsciously wanted to shout, but was pulled by a familiar hand.
"What are you doing standing here?" Zhao'er shouted, and wanted to cry again.
"It's so dark here, I'm looking at you."
Zhao'er's heart slammed to the ground, and it was indescribably complicated: "Go back to the house, be careful of catching a cold."
The two returned to the house in the dark, one after the other, Zhao'er in the front and Xue Tingxiang in the back. When he came in, he bolted the door. When he came back from closing the door, Zhao'er was already on the kang, and the quilts piled at the feet of the kang were taken down with two beds. She had one bed, and the other was left alone and far behind her.
Xue Tingxiang glanced at the man wrapped in a cocoon and went to the kang silently. He went to grab the quilt, dragged the quilt behind Zhao'er, and then went in and lay down.
"Go a little over there, it's very crowded."
Xue Tingxiang didn't speak, but when she turned around, she found that a foot got into her quilt. Her feet were very cold, and she felt a chill when she was just warmed up. She ducked to the side, and the foot was entangled again.
"Cold." He explained.
She thought that he was afraid that something would happen to her, standing in the cold wind for a while, wearing thin clothes, so she endured it.
Zhao'er is still not smart enough, the smart ones should not give up an inch of land, and some people will naturally stop. But she chose tolerance, and the subtext of tolerance is to acquiesce.
So after a while, another foot got in.
The feet came in, and so did the legs, and the two were getting closer and closer. In the end, more and more places came in, until the whole person got in.
It seems a little late to push again now, because the cunning Xue Tingxiang was buried under the quilt. He was in a low position, hugging Zhao'er's waist and legs tightly, his face resting on her waist and abdomen. In this posture, if you want to keep fighting, but also want to push him out, it is simply more difficult than reaching the sky.
"Don't move, go to sleep, I'll sleep too." Seeing that Zhao'er gave up and let himself go out, he slid up, and put her face on his chest instead, wrapped around her shoulders and neck.
Zhao'er was buried there low, as if to say something, and then stopped moving.
The two slept together like this all night until dawn.
Zhao'er woke up because she felt that someone was moving her. As soon as she became more conscious, she felt something pressing against her, and a hand was drilling into her dress.
She woke up immediately, and was about to say something when she heard the voice behind her: "Go to sleep, it's still early, and you can sleep for a while."
He didn't move, his hands were just there. It seems to be very nostalgic. After dawdling for a while, it will not move, and after dawdling twice, it will not move again. It seemed that there was no intention, but the little flower bloomed in his palm.
The sky was only bright, and there were some bright shadows in the room, but it was not clear. The kang was not as hot as before, and there was still a trace of residual warmth.
Zhao'er became confused again, and suddenly felt that someone was pulling the little flower down. She woke up again, but he didn't move again.
Nothing was done, and the room was still silent.
After a while, those fingers twisted again, as if playing with a gadget he couldn't put down. Holding it and reluctant to lose it, do you always want to subconsciously play it twice, but there is no bad intention.
Zhao'er finally fell asleep, she had a dream.
In the dream, she said that she was walking in the village and heard a few women joking and laughing, and she passed by subconsciously. Sure enough, these women were talking about her. She said that she was usually strong and flamboyant, but she didn't expect that the little man in her family would treat her like that without looking at her. He also said that on the wedding night, the whole village heard the cry.
Some people also disagreed, saying that the dog in the second room of the Xue family looked thin, and the capital was definitely not that good, so what could be rectified. There were people who came to chat, both of them were stunned, and the woman naturally suffered. After waiting for two years, the woman will not feel unbearable, maybe she will feel that the rectification is not enough.
They had ambiguous smiles on their faces, and they spit out one treatment after another. It seems that this treatment is a very interesting thing. In the dream, she was eavesdropping, and at the same time, in retrospect, she was indeed treated badly by him.
Just thinking about it, she came back to the house for some reason, and it turned out that she was being treated by the little man and cried. Because I knew in my heart that I was dreaming, Zhao'er even had the mood to think about—
Although the dog is thin, but the capital is huge, otherwise she could be so miserable.
As soon as I thought of this, I woke up, and was woken up by someone.
Zhao'er ignored Xue Tingxiang for a whole day, even if he was in front or behind, she ignored him.
Seeing this, the Xue family all smiled as if they understood something.
The newlyweds couldn't work for the first three days, but Zhao'er didn't want to face him in the house. Seeing that Xue Tao'er was in charge of making dinner, she watched her do it.
Xue Tao'er glanced at her hesitantly: "Sister Zhao'er, are you alright?"
"It's okay, I can do anything, I said to help you with the work, but you don't."
"It's not that I don't let you do it, it's my mother who said that the bride can't work for the first month of her wedding, or she will work hard for the rest of her life. We country people are not particular, at least for the first three days, you'd better not do anything."
Zhao'er wasn't superstitious about this, but she said that, and she was still in charge of her, so she could only listen.
Xue Tao'er was cutting vegetables, but she was still hesitating. She had been like this for a long time today, obviously she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's the matter with you today? Just say something, don't hold back."
Too. Xue Taoer understands her temperament, if she doesn't figure it out, she will keep thinking about it, always thinking about the day she will figure it out.
She blushed and whispered, "Sister Zhao'er, I heard you screaming so badly yesterday, as if you were beaten, does it really hurt?"
There was a shy water light in her eyes, but this water light had a kind of thirst for knowledge. Zhao'er just remembered that Tao'er was fifteen and was about to get married. A while ago, the third aunt told her about her personal family. The two sides met each other and were very satisfied. I heard that the other party was going to be hired soon, and it seemed that the marriage between the two would be done by the end of the year.
In the countryside, girls usually get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Tao'er is considered a late betrothed.
Zhao'er has been worrying about this since yesterday, but no one told her about it, but Xue Tao'er asked her about it.
It was good for her and Tao'er to be young, and treat her as a younger sister since childhood. In this situation, no matter how embarrassed or annoyed Zhao'er was, she had to hold back. She recalled it carefully in her mind, and her face turned red again. Xue Tao'er looked curiously at Sister Zhao'er's strange appearance, and didn't even cut the vegetables.
"Actually, it doesn't hurt too much, it only hurts a little bit." She hesitated.
"Then why are you screaming so badly?"
Zhao'er blushed and shouted in a low voice, "It's not because of the pain that it's so miserable."
"what is that?"
Tao'er had a rare look of perseverance, but Zhao'er didn't know how to answer her. I can't say it, I can only fumble and find an excuse and run away.
When she went out of the kitchen door, she bumped into Xue Tingxiang, she bowed her head and walked around him and went back to the house.
Xue Tingxiang followed, and when she returned to the house, she cleaned up the place, touched it there, and couldn't be idle. Xue Tingxiang came closer and said, "I heard what you just said to Tao'er."
Uh.
"Since it's not painful, is it comfortable? Zhao'er, did I make you feel better?"
Zhao'er raised his head to look at him as if looking at a monster, his eyes were unbelievable, and after a while, he said, "Are you ashamed, why did you ask such a thing?"
Xue Tingxiang didn't blush at all, and said confidently: "It is only natural for a man to make women comfortable. If I can't make you comfortable, can you still let me touch your body in the future?"
Zhao'er gritted her teeth, she was so ashamed that she became annoyed: "I'm not feeling well at all, don't touch me in the future."
Xue Tingxiang ignored her at the time, and turned her head and pulled her to try again that night. The name of Mei made her feel comfortable earlier, and the two of them would live in harmony in the future.
Nowadays, it is important to return to the door in three dynasties, that is, on the third day after marriage, the newlyweds bring their husbands back to their parents' home to let them see if they are doing well.
Zhao Er is a child bride and has no family, but she has a sister, so she plans to take Xue Tingxiang to the Shen family in the county to see Sulan.
On that day, the young couple drove the car to the county together.
The car was driven by Xue Tingxiang. Zhao'er learned to drive the car before, and he learned it too. Fortunately, I learned it, otherwise I would be embarrassed today, and there is no need to say that the bride will go back to the door, let the bride drive the car, and the groom will sit.
The mule cart came all the way to the back door of Shen's house. In the early spring, the county town still had a stagnant atmosphere that had not completely passed since the winter, but it had a somewhat prosperous atmosphere.
Before Zhao'er opened a store in the county, she came to Sulan to tell her about it. Sulan was in a hurry. After listening, she nodded and went in. The two sisters didn't speak. This time, Zhao'er wondered if she could ask her sister to take a half-day leave. The two sisters could talk well and have a meal together along the way. Of course, meeting Xue Tingxiang's brother-in-law was also extremely important.
But she invited the old woman who was at the back door to pass the message, but the old woman changed her politeness and looked up and down at the two people with her eyes, her eyes were very strange, and her tone was a bit yin and yang, and said, "You want to see each other. Sulan? Can't see her now!"
As she said that, she closed the back door, but Zhao'er knocked on the door again, but no one answered.