Jiang Yuping was so frightened that she sat up abruptly.

Under the soft light, her slightly plump, naked body resembled a masterpiece of oil painting.

"Jing---Jingwen, what did you say? Say it again---!"

It took her a long time to come to her senses, and she shouted at Qiu Jingwen.

At this moment, Qiu Jingwen's tears had dried, and he looked somewhat nervous and dazed, because he could not clear Liu Han's image from his mind.

He remained lying on his back, as if his soul had been ripped away.

After a long while, he finally grasped Jiang Yuping's hand, stroking it as he spoke:

“Yu Ping, what I mean is, if something happens to me, or if anything else happens, don’t be sad. You must live on strongly and raise Qiu Shou, Qiu Chan, and Qiu Shui to adulthood. Qiu Yue and Qiu Yang are all grown up and have jobs. I’m not worried about them.”

Qiu Jingwen spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he were giving his last words to his wife.

Jiang Yuping heard it clearly this time, very clearly.

She could no longer control her anxiety and fear.

"No, no, no, Jingwen, why? What happened?"

"How could something have happened to you? Our family is so happy!"

"I won't allow anything to happen to you, and nothing will happen to us either. Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

Jiang Yuping, with a strength she didn't know she came from, reached out and pulled her husband up.

She stared intently into Qiu Jingwen's eyes, as if she were looking at a strange man.

At this moment, Qiu Jingwen had no reaction other than having tears in his eyes.

"Qiu Jingwen, what happened? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, you're scaring me to death!"

This time, Jiang Yuping spoke very loudly, so loud that almost all the children in the outer room could hear her.

As she spoke, she shook her husband, then pulled Qiu Jingwen into her arms and began to sob.

The husband is the pillar of the family.

Without a husband, how can she, a woman, raise three children who are not yet adults?

Her husband's words just now were undoubtedly telling her what to do after his death, as if he didn't want to live anymore, or that something unexpected might happen.

Jiang Yuping was afraid that something would happen to her husband, and she wouldn't allow anything to happen to him.

If her husband were to die, or even if something were to happen to him, it would be like the sky had fallen. How could she, a woman, possibly survive?

Qiuyue and Qiushou had taken off their shoes and climbed onto the upper bunks, while Qiushui and Qiuchan, wearing slippers, had their legs hanging off the edge of the bed and their bodies lying diagonally on the bed.

It was only around nine o'clock at night, and none of them were asleep.

Of the four children, Qiuyue was reading "How the Steel Was Tempered," while the other three were reading comic books. Qiushou was reading "Outwitting the Japanese Soldiers," Qiuchan was reading "The Message Tree," and Qiushui was flipping through "Catching Spies."

Novels and comic books were popular in that era and were the richest source of spiritual nourishment.

Hearing his mother's loud voice, Qiu Shou shoved the comic book to his chest and then asked Qiu Yue on the upper bunk:

"Sis, is Mom arguing with Dad? They're making so much noise, and I think I can even hear Mom crying."

Being a twelve-year-old boy, his hearing was excellent; he could even multitask. Although he was flipping through comic books, Qiu Shou still heard his mother's loud voice and crying.

Autumn Moon, lying on the upper bunk, was watching the old Bolshevik Zhukhrai teaching Paul English boxing in the town of Shepetovka.

Hearing his younger brother calling him, he stuck his head down from the upper bunk and looked at the autumn harvest on the lower bunk.

"Little brother, what did you say? Mom and Dad are arguing. Why are they arguing? Go and listen quietly, and then come back and tell your sister."

After all, Qiuyue had already climbed to the top bunk, and it would take some time for her to come down, so she didn't want to get out of bed.

The key point is that in her mind, her parents could never argue; she has never seen them raise their voices or quarrel in all these years.

She even had a thought: maybe her parents had been drinking today and had started having sex with each other ahead of time, making a big commotion?

At nineteen, she already knew about marital matters.

With her sister's instructions, Qiu Shou immediately got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and left the room.

At the same time, Qiu Chan also came out of another room, as if the siblings had made an appointment.

When Qiu Chan saw her younger brother Qiu Shou, she put her right hand to her lips and whispered a shushing sound, signaling Qiu Shou not to speak.

In fact,

Qiu Chan and Qiu Shui, who lived in another room, also heard their mother speaking loudly. Qiu Chan slept on the lower bunk, so Qiu Shui asked her to come out and see what was going on.

The siblings tiptoed to their parents' bedroom door and pressed their ears against it.

However, after a long time, they still didn't hear anything.

The reason is simple: at this moment, Qiu Jingwen and Jiang Yuping didn't say or ask anything; they were simply embracing each other naked.

Because Qiu Shou and Qiu Chan were crowding together in front of the bedroom door, they naturally bumped into each other.

"Sister, don't push me!"

The autumn harvest has finally begun.

"Oh dear, I didn't push you, you're the one pushing me!"

The cicadas loudly refuted the autumn harvest.

As soon as the children's voices came out, Jiang Yuping immediately snapped out of her daze.

She realized that she had spoken too loudly and the children must have heard her, and were now standing outside the door eavesdropping.

"Autumn harvest, cicadas, what are you doing? Who gave you permission to eavesdrop on the adults? Go back to your own rooms!"

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