As night fell, the heat of the day was blown away a little. Lin Yan sat under the eaves with the plums washed by Zhao Shiyun in his hands.

These plums had just ripened in May and were a bit sour, just right for Lin Yan. Zhao Shiyun didn't dare buy too many because these plums wouldn't last long. They would turn orange overnight and red the next.

"Pah!" Lin Yan raised his hand and swatted a mosquito. Summer was almost here, and the mosquitoes were becoming more numerous. The second pot of zongzi was simmering, and it should be ready soon. Lin Yan didn't let Li Yuemei wait, and urged her to go to bed. He stayed here and waited for Zhao Shiyun to wash up.

There was a smell of mugwort in the room, which Lin Yan found a bit irritating, so he didn't go in.

Zhao Shiyun finished washing up, holding a palm-leaf fan, and walked over. "If there are mosquitoes, just go in. Why bother waiting?"

"I'm not waiting for you. I just don't want to smell the mugwort in the room." Lin Yan curled his lips. This guy always thinks too much. Humph.

Zhao Shiyun smiled, not revealing his secret thoughts. Ever since she became pregnant, Lin Yan had felt tired every day, and she would always hold her husband in her arms when she went to sleep. Summer was almost here, and while the nights were a bit cool, the days were still hot. Sleeping in each other's arms would make them sweat a little, but Zhao Shiyun was content with it.

He pulled Lin Yan back to his room. By then, the smell of wormwood had dissipated a lot, and the mosquitoes hadn't made any noise. Zhao Shiyun lowered the curtains and urged Lin Yan to come and sleep.

"I can't sleep." Lin Yan moved slowly, reluctant to go to bed.

"Then come to bed and let's chat." Zhao Shiyun pushed Lin Yan onto the bed without saying anything, covered him with a quilt, and got on the bed himself.

"Brother Shiyun, why doesn't this child grow? His belly doesn't seem to be getting bigger." Lin Yan leaned against Zhao Shiyun and touched his belly.

"How can it be so fast? I've seen those aunties in the village whose bellies don't show up until five months." Zhao Shiyun comforted Lin Yan, "Eat more on a daily basis to get enough nutrition. Your hand has felt cold when I held it these past two days. You should go see a doctor someday to see if you have qi and blood deficiency."

"There's no need to see a doctor. I'm not that picky. Brother Shi Yun, I've eaten all the plums. Can you buy some more tomorrow?" Lin Yan was extremely greedy now.

There are plums on the mountain, but there is no time to pick them. Zhao Shiyun thought that when he comes back tomorrow, he will buy some in the town, pick some on the mountain, and chop firewood at the same time.

"Well, I picked the green ones. They made my teeth ache just looking at them, but you actually ate them all." Zhao Shiyun grinned.

Lin Yan smiled and curved his eyebrows. "I don't know why, but I don't feel sour at all. I guess it's just a kid."

"I like both boys." Zhao Shiyun lowered his head and kissed the top of Lin Yan's head. "When you are eight months old, I will find a sheep to raise. Then I will have goat milk to drink."

The little brother had no milk and could only rely on goat milk. When Lin Yan was born, his father also bought a sheep to raise, but it grew old and died. Lin Yan was young at the time and had a deep affection for the sheep. He cried and refused to let it be killed for food. His father loved him very much and later buried him on the back mountain.

It was buried at night when it was dark and windy. Otherwise, if the villagers saw it, they might dig it out and eat it the next day.

Lin Yan still remembers where he was buried. He used to go there often to pay homage in the first few years, but he stopped going as he got older.

Lin Yan told Zhao Shiyun about this past event. Zhao Shiyun raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. Lin Yan couldn't see in the dark, and he didn't dare to laugh out loud, otherwise his husband would be worried.