Li Jin could still smell the alcohol on his body, but his little husband had already closed his eyes against him, so Li Jin reached out and turned off the oil lamp, returned to the quilt by himself, and adjusted the little husband to a comfortable position.
That night, Qin Muwen held Li Jin's hand all the time, showing his love and dependence on Li Jin incisively and vividly.
Since then, Li Jin has pushed away all the banquets that can be pushed away, and tried his best to drink as little as possible.
In short, I won't let myself go home full of alcohol.
In late September, the township test was released, and Lu Changdong was not on the list.
Although he already knew the result in his heart, the moment he saw the announcement, he still felt extremely lost.
But on second thought, there are more than 3,000 Gongsheng (scholars) in their province to participate in this autumn festival, and only 135 people have been admitted, so the chances of admission are low. Coupled with Lu Changdong's bad luck, his mentality was unstable when he answered the paper, and it was reasonable that he was not admitted.
For this reason, the students of Class A who did not participate in the imperial examinations spontaneously organized everyone to go to the suburbs to relax and enjoy chrysanthemums.
Seeing that the chrysanthemums were blooming beautifully, Li Jin bought a few pots and went back.
When he went to school the next day, Li Jin brought a pot to Pang Lao, and left the rest at home for the little husband and the little bun to see.
Pang Lao watched his students come to send flowers early in the morning, and straightened his beard happily.
After Li Jin went to the lecture hall, Mr. Pang felt that he should reciprocate.
But he has nothing to give here except calligraphy and painting. But calligraphy and painting, it is not yet time to give it to Li Jin.
For a time, Pang Lao was a little embarrassed.
He drank tea in the outer hall for a while, and after a while he stepped on his clogs and came out with his trouser legs raised.
Decided to fish up the stone that I just put in not long ago.
It turned out that these stones that settled at the bottom of the pool absorbed a large amount of ink residue, which made the pool water gradually clear.
Old Pang originally prepared six boxes of stones, intending to let Li Jin finish all the training, and then announce to others that he has accepted his apprentices.
Although Li Jin hasn't even finished practicing the fourth box of stones, he has played well in basic skills, and the time has come.
In other words, the average person has to practice six times to reach the level, but Li Jin can already write the same level in less than four times.
After Pang Lao fished out these half-black stones, he frowned again, and after thinking for a while, he put these stones in again.
He could feel that although Li Jin has reached the level of calligraphy now, he still has greater potential. If he can practice these consistently, he may be able to feel something and write words with a strong personal style.
Thinking of this, Pang Lao decided to let Li Jin continue to practice.
He didn't want to waste Li Jin's talent in calligraphy.
In the evening, when Li Jin came home, it was still bright. In the inner courtyard, two dumplings, one big and one small, were squatting beside the pots of chrysanthemum, counting how many leaves they had.
After all, counting the petals is almost an impossible task for the little buns now.
Li Jin put down the book basket, cleaned his hands, and held the little bun in his arms.
This time Baozi didn't stop him from saying that he would not be hugged when he grew up, but asked in a low voice, "Dad, after you have a younger brother, will you still hug the little bun like this?"
Li Jin looked into his eyes, took a pitiful view of Chu Chu, and said, "No matter whether you have younger siblings or not, Daddy will always hold you until the little bun grows up."
The little bun suddenly stopped talking. Just when Li Jin thought he was about to fall asleep, Bao Ji said softly: "I will never grow up."
Li Jin found out that the character of his little bun is actually very similar to Qin Muwen, but the little bun has a father who loves him more than Qin Muwen, so he is obviously more carefree.
If young Qin Muwen has something that he can't get with his hard work, he will probably just hide his grievances silently.
That night, Li Jin put his arms around the husband's waist. He could clearly feel that the little husband's waist was thick. Although it was not obvious when he was wearing clothes, he could still feel it when he was lying flat on the bed.
Li Jin said, "It's been four months."
When Xiao Baozi had just passed his birthday, Qin Muwen started to have morning sickness, apparently for more than 20 days. To be specific, the actual time of pregnancy is probably in the middle of May of the same year.
Now that it's the end of September, Qin Muwen has been carrying the cub in Qin Muwen's stomach for more than four months.
Qin Muwen suddenly remembered that the medical skills brought back by Li Jin had written "April to July, you can have sex lightly", and he was a little nervous.
Although he was very afraid, if he handed himself over to his husband, he was not at all reluctant.
Li Jin didn't think about it at all, he just counted the time when Qin Muwen was carrying the cub, and when his belly would really show off.
So in Qin Muwen's nervousness and anticipation, Li Jin just patted him on the back and said, "Go to sleep."
Qin Muwen: "..."
Previously, Chen Xiran and Zou Xiujie wrote to ask Li Jin if he wanted to participate in the autumn festival. After receiving Li Jin's reply, Zou Xiujie said that he would leave for Fucheng next month and continue his studies at Ningxing Academy.
Chen Xiran, on the other hand, plans to buy two hundred acres of fertile land in the town. He has a reputation as a scholar and does not need to pay taxes or military service. He is living a prosperous life.
Because the recipient was Li Jin, Chen Xiran didn't pay attention to those who were in reply to the letter, but used his own tone of voice.
After all, the two of them are friends who know all of each other's 'black history'. At first, neither of them would write poems about Pair and He, and the scene of Li Jin telling Chen Xiran 'skills' seems to be vivid in his mind.
"Although I'm a scholar, I can't get into Ningxing Academy with my grades. Besides, even if I manage to get in, it's very likely that I won't be able to take the entrance exam for decades. It's better to buy property early, my father can make money. It's not easy either, and I can't do it any more."
After Zou Xiujie came to Fucheng, he was a little disappointed to hear that Chen Xiran planned to settle in the town.
"No one asks me to eat meat anymore."
Li Jin was also feeling this, so the two of them ate a beggar chicken each at noon, and when they were full, they forgot all the melancholy.
If Chen Xiran knew, he would be greatly moved.
After Zou Xiujie was ranked in the previous academy exam, he was one place short of being a junior student, but because there were too many former students who participated in the academy exam that year, he never competed and could only be ranked in the proliferative category.
The scholar named Linsheng has a monthly salary and Lumi, but the growth does not.
As for the extra-students that Chen Xiran was admitted to, the meaning is to gain extra, and they are attached to the end of all beings, but they are only scholars in name. But the academy does not accept it.
However, students who have passed the entrance examination have the opportunity to take the college examination again, in order to be able to take the entrance examination for middle school students and hyperplasia next time.
But Chen Xiran's enthusiasm for the imperial examination has obviously been exhausted. If it weren't for his classmate and friend Li Jin who was planning to take the examination again, he might not want to pay attention to news in this regard.
After Zou Xiujie entered the academy, Li Jin first recommended a few books to him, "If you can't borrow these books, I have manuscripts, you can take them and read them first."
Zou Xiujie naturally thanked him. He said, "Thank you, Brother Ajin. If I can't borrow it, I have to write a letter to my family tomorrow and tomorrow, and I will go to you to get the book the day after."
Li Jin asked with a smile: "The day after tomorrow, of course. But, didn't Xiujie already write a letter yesterday, why do you have to write another letter tomorrow?"
Zou Xiujie said: "I originally planned to go to Fucheng with my wife in August. It happened that I had a reputation as a scholar and could buy a house in Fucheng. With luck, I can still be your neighbor.
Coincidentally, my wife was so happy at that time that she could only raise the baby at home. So I stayed with her at home for an extra month. Later, my parents urged me to pack my bags and go to Fucheng. But I promised my wife that I would write to her the next day. "
Before Li Jin could speak, Zou Xiujie said again, "By the way, is there a happy event for Brother A Jin's family? The little bun is already four years old. No matter what the second child says, it should be put on the agenda."
When it comes to family members, Li Jin's attitude is always gentle. He said, "It's similar to your situation, and my husband is also happy."
Zou Xiujie immediately smiled and said, "Congratulations to Brother A Jin."
Li Jin also cupped his hands and said, "Joy the same."
The day after, when Zou Xiujie went to Li Jin's house, he brought some gadgets to Xiaobaozi, in exchange for Xiaobaozi's sweet voice: "Hello, uncle."
Zou Xiujie looked melancholy after hearing this, "It's a pity that my child was born too late."
Otherwise, marry the little bun and go home, with him in charge, and let the little bun get married just like being at home.
Li Jin smiled and said, "These are the children's affairs, and they will have to choose for themselves."
Anyway, if he can't carry his own cub now, Li Jin has no burden in his heart.
On the night that Zou Xiujie was sent away, Li Jin was doing push-ups in the main room, the little bun was squatting on the side to count him, and Qin Muwen was sitting on the bed watching the father and son.
Suddenly, Qin Muwen let out an 'ah', and Li Jin was startled, and quickly got up, she was about to give a pulse.
"Where does it hurt?"
Qin Muwen shook his head, pointed to his abdomen, and said, "He, he kicked me."
Only then did Li Jin feel relieved, it turned out to be fetal movement.
He cleaned his hands and carefully placed his hands on Qin Muwen's belly. The slightly bulging belly was only slightly ups and downs, but Li Jin was not in a hurry. After waiting for a few minutes, there was a clear collision in his palm.
The little bun is also eagerly lying on the side of the bed, his big eyes are full of worry: "Daddy, Daddy..."
Li Jin put him on the bed and said, "The baby in Daddy's belly is moving, do you want to touch the little bun?"
In fact, although children of this age have little strength on their hands, they are often neither light nor heavy.
Li Jin told him that he must put it gently on his father's stomach and not use force.
The little bun nodded: "gently, the bun knows."
When Xiao Baozi's paws were placed on it, Qin Muwen couldn't help laughing: "You don't have to be so light, Baozi, relax."
But Baozi's face was serious, his arms were tense, and he couldn't relax at all.
When he felt the impact under his belly, his reaction was even more exaggerated than Qin Muwen's, and he straightened up and quickly retracted his hand.
Like a little hamster who suddenly snatched hazelnuts, he recovered after a while: "Dad, I feel it!"
Once it was born and cooked twice, the little bun touched it again, and while muttering 'when will my brother come out to play with me', drowsiness struck and the eyelids fought.
Li Jin took him back to his room, took a shower by himself, and then went back to bed.
The next day, when Qin Muwen woke up in the morning, Li Jin was already empty. He looked at the sun and got up to wash.
After breakfast, Qin Muwen planned to make some clothes for children, and saw Xiao Baozi brought his own thousand-character essay and poetry collection.
The little bun said, "Father, today it's my turn to study for my brother."