After breakfast, Ming Leyao went back to her room to catch up on some sleep. Fu Wencheng dressed neatly, feeling refreshed, and went to the commune clinic.
"Hey? You're back?"
Hearing the noise, Meng Chaoqing, who was writing something, raised his head towards the door. Seeing that it was his brother, he put down his pen and asked in surprise.
"I came back yesterday at noon. I did something important in my life, so it took me a while."
"What's the matter that you are so cautious about? It's a major event in your life?"
Meng Chaoqing asked this question subconsciously. He didn't expect Fu Wencheng to answer. Unexpectedly, he complacently took out a piece of paper from his arms, unfolded it, and slapped it on the paint-chipped table.
"What is this? Marriage...marriage certificate??? Are you fucking married?"
Is it scary? Is it thrilling? Fu Wencheng's ten thousand year old iron tree actually bloomed? ?
"I can't get married?"
"No, you're going too fast, aren't you?"
"I still dislike it being slow."
"With Teacher Ming?"
"Who else?"
OK...
Meng Chaoqing didn't even look at the girl's name and guessed Ming Leyao at the first moment. It was really because his brother's worthless appearance was too unbearable to look at. It couldn't be anyone else except Teacher Ming.
"Okay, kid, if you show this marriage certificate to my grandfather, he will be very anxious."
Thinking of his grandfather's ability to urge marriage, Meng Chaoqing shook his body subconsciously.
It's so horrible.
"How is the old man?"
"Not bad, it's Mr. He..."
"I also heard about Binzi's situation. I had a mission at the time and couldn't leave, so I asked others to help go over and take a look. It was snowing hard at the time. A comrade at the scene said that the comrades closest to the avalanche didn't escape. I guess they are in great danger."
"Yes, it's clearly written in the letter, and we all know it, but... it hasn't been finalized yet, and everyone is holding on to a glimmer of hope."
"How is Mr. He now?"
"He refuses to eat or drink all day. Your teacher Ming went to see him before and prescribed some medicine. Fourth Uncle Ming is also taking good care of him, but mental illness requires mental medicine."
The room fell into a brief silence, and the originally good mood was inexplicably tinged with a sense of heaviness.
"By the way, you didn't come to see me just to see your marriage certificate, did you?"
If that was the case, Meng Chaoqing would definitely go crazy.
"No, I want to ask you... do you have that kind of medicine?"
"Which one?"
Meng Chaoqing looked up at his brother in confusion.
"That's... that..."
Fu Wencheng slowly uttered two words, and Meng Chaoqing's face changed after hearing them.
"No way, Wen Cheng? Are you forcing Teacher Ming to marry you?"
"What does this have to do with my girl?"
"It doesn't matter. Why would you use this drug? You two just got married and you want to mess around outside?"
"Who told you it was for me?"
"ah??"
Fu Wencheng simply told Meng Chaoqing what happened yesterday, and also briefly explained his plan. Meng Chaoqing was not as excited as before, but...
His face doesn't look very good either.
"Brother, I studied Western medicine. You know Western medicine, right? How can there be such a thing?"
This answer was within Fu Wencheng's expectations, but he still couldn't help but complain, "You're still not very good at this."
"Can we still be good brothers? Even if I studied Chinese medicine, I can't have such a thing."
Rolling his eyes indecently, Meng Chaoqing felt that it was a wrong decision to be brothers with Fu Wencheng in this life.
Bad friends, absolutely bad friends.
"I really can't help you with this, but I think if you want to accomplish something, you don't necessarily need my help."
"Um."
It's just a bit troublesome.
Ming Leyao slept until almost eleven o'clock, opened her eyes drowsily, and woke up in bed.
It's really too warm inside the quilt. It takes some courage to crawl out of bed in this cold winter.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of chopping wood outside. I got up and drew aside the curtains, and saw Fu Wencheng wearing a thin shirt and a blue cotton waistcoat. His strong muscles bulged with every swing of the hammer.
Ming Leyao swallowed quietly.
This damn masculine charm...
Perhaps Ming Leyao's gaze was too scorching, Fu Wencheng suddenly turned around and caught her peeking at him, and his originally stern face suddenly turned into tenderness.
He threw down the axe and ran to the window, stretched out his hand and overlapped Ming Leyao's tender little hand through the window.
"Wife, are you up? Are you hungry? I'll cook for you right away."
“Ahem… um…”
Ming Leyao was dazzled by her man's smile and accidentally choked on her saliva. She quickly pulled the curtains back to their original position, got dressed and washed quickly with red cheeks.
In winter, the sun rises late and sets early, and the work is not as strenuous as during the double harvest season, so everyone has basically returned to having two meals a day. But for someone like Ming Leyao, who still eats three meals a day, outsiders would definitely say she doesn't know how to live.
“Is this chicken soup?”
"Well, I changed it specially this morning to replenish your body. You are too thin."
"Don't you think being thin is also a kind of beauty for lesbians?"
"Beautiful? It feels like a piece of rubbish to the touch, how can it be beautiful?"
Fu Wencheng didn't quite understand his wife's perception of beauty. He frowned and looked around, then put a big chicken leg into her bowl.
Ming Leyao "......"
Thinking of her man's hands with thin calluses moving around her body, Ming Leyao's face suddenly turned red.
At the same time, I can't help but wonder, most people in this era are skinny, is it because they have seen too many skinny people and are aesthetically fatigued???
In the afternoon, Ming Leyao went to school for class. Fu Wencheng was out for more than an hour. When he came back, he was refreshed with a smile on his face. He glanced at the couple watch on his wrist. Seeing that the weather was a little gloomy and the howling north wind was blowing on his face, he quickly walked into the house, took a cotton jacket, and ran to school in a hurry.
At four o'clock, the school was over on time. Ming Leyao and Liu Qiushuang went back to the office to pack up their things and chatted, "What a horrible weather. It was sunny at noon, but in the afternoon it was howling like a ghost. And judging from the situation, it's going to snow."
"Yeah, I don't know how heavy it will rain. If it rains heavily, I'm afraid it will affect the children's classes tomorrow."
"That can't be helped. It rains and my mother gets married. We can't control it."
"If it really doesn't work, tell the captain that if it snows heavily tomorrow, have him broadcast a message to inform the children not to come to class."
"That's fine. I'll pass by the brigade headquarters on my way back, so I'll tell the captain."
"good."
After cleaning up the house, Fang Xian just locked the doors and windows of the school, and the three of them walked out of the school together.
"Hey, hey, hey? Teacher Ming, look at that person standing under the tree, is that your husband?"
"Um?"
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