Song Xingzhi touched his nose and asked, "Sister Chunxue, did you guess it?"
Zhang Chunxue took a bite of the candied haws, the sweet and sour taste spreading across her tongue. "Don't you think I understand you?"
Song Xingzhi's eyes were full of stars: "Is it sweet?"
Zhang Chunxue held the candied haws in front of him and said, "You'll know if you try it."
Song Xingzhi looked around, then lowered his head and kissed Zhang Chunxue on the mouth before he chuckled, "Sweet."
Zhang Chunxue glared at him angrily, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
It doesn’t matter how the two of them make noise at night, but this is on the street.
Don't get caught, so that they can be punished for being immoral.
But her heart was filled with sweetness, like the taste of candied haws, sour followed by sweetness, lingering and warm.
The snow was still falling sporadically, landing on the eaves, shoulders, and hands holding each other, as if giving this moment a layer of soft light.
Zhang Chunxue also discovered that after Song Xingzhi returned to the capital, he seemed to have returned to his youth. There was a long-lost ease and brightness in his eyes, and even his steps became much lighter.
Zhang Chunxue thought, he was less than nineteen when he went to the countryside, so wasn't he still a teenager at that time?
At that time, it was not yet the time for educated youth to go to the countryside. He was really full of enthusiasm and took the initiative to sign up to go to their remote and poor village.
Zhang Chunxue even narcissistically thought that before those turbulent years, he actually had many opportunities to return to the city. Even before the Song family was demoted, he had countless opportunities to return to the capital.
The reason why he didn't go back might be because of me.
Now, looking sideways at Song Xingzhi, she felt a sudden realization in her heart.
The young man who fell off the ox cart and fell directly into her arms is now a mature and reliable middle-aged man.
Song Xingzhi noticed her gaze and turned his head to look at her, his smile deepening. "Why, what are you thinking about, Sister Chunxue?"
Zhang Chunxue held Song Xingzhi's hand tightly: "I just think you're pretty, so I looked at you a few more times."
She whispered, "If...if we could have met each other a few years earlier, how wonderful it would be!"
If she had not married at that time, and had not given birth to those ungrateful sons later, if she had met Song Xingzhi earlier, perhaps their fate would have been different, with not so many missed dawns and dusks, and not so much silent waiting.
She could even give birth to several children for Song Xingzhi, including well-behaved daughters like Zhong Xiaoxiao and Zhou Mingli, and a lovely son like Song Yanshen...
She even thought, how nice it would be if she was reborn before she got married.
Song Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. No matter when we met, we finally met, and... I think it's good like this now."
"At least, Sister Haruyuki is still by my side."
As if sensing the tense atmosphere, he smiled again, "After all, there's still a significant age gap between you and me, Haruyuki-nee! If it were a few years earlier, I'd be a barely grown-out kid, and Haruyuki-nee wouldn't even look at me."
Zhang Chunxue chuckled, "You! How can you say that about yourself?"
Song Xingzhi smiled and squeezed her hand, his breath condensing into white mist in the cold air. "We still have a future, Sister Chunxue. That's enough."
Snowflakes gently fell on their hair, like a gentle witness of time quietly passing by.
Song Xingzhi pulled her along and walked quickly forward again: "It's snowing heavily... We can't go anywhere else today. Wait until the snow stops completely in a few days, and then I'll take you out to play, Sister Chunxue!"
"Yes! All up to you!"
When the two returned home, Song Yanshen and the others had already gotten up.
It was obvious that he had finished breakfast and was making a snowman in the yard.
The two brothers were competing to see whose snowman was better looking. Zhong Xiaoxiao felt that Song Yanze was bullying Song Yanshen because he was younger than her, so she went to help Song Yanshen without hesitation.
As soon as the two came back, Song Xingzhi immediately made a cup of hot tea for Zhang Chunxue to warm her stomach.
Zhang Chunxue looked at the laughter in the yard, and the thoughts she had just had on the street came to her mind again.
She couldn't help but turn her head and look at Song Xingzhi: "Xingzhi, what do you think about me giving birth to a child for you?"
Song Xingzhi had just taken a sip of tea and almost spit it out when he heard this.
"Sister Chunxue, why would you, Ze, have such an idea?" Song Xingzhi's expression became nervous. "Didn't I tell you before? We already have Xiaoze as our child. I don't feel any pressure to carry on the family line!"
"Besides, don't we already have Mingli, Xiaoxiao, and Xiaoshen?"
His expression also turned serious. "Sister Haruyuki, you're already old. If you have another child, your body..."
Everyone knows that giving birth is a hellish experience for a woman, not to mention that Zhang Chunxue is already in her forties, and the risk is too great.
Zhang Chunxue pursed her lips and said nothing.
Normal women usually reach their 50s, which means that as long as they want to have children, they can still do so in their 50s.
At least in her previous life, she had seen a lot of news reports about people in their fifties giving birth.
Of course, the medical conditions in my previous life cannot be compared with those in this life.
However, Zhang Chunxue felt that there was nothing serious wrong with his body.
She had discovered before that her body was showing some miraculous signs of reverse aging. At least she looked like she was in her thirties now, and was much younger than she was at this time in her previous life.
"Let it be!" Zhang Chunxue's lips curled up, "I just... want to have a child with you."
Song Xingzhi's heart melted at her words. He moved to Zhang Chunxue's side, gently embraced her in his arms, and rested his forehead against her hair: "Sister Chunxue, as long as you are by my side, it's enough..."
"What's more, Xiaoxiao and the others are all grown up, and even if Xiaoshen is still young, he can take care of himself..."
"If you have another child, all your attention will be on the child..."
"I'll be jealous!"
After hearing Song Xingzhi's somewhat childish painting, the regret in Zhang Chunxue's heart was gradually soothed by him.
"Okay, I'll listen to you...but if I really get pregnant by accident..."
Song Xingzhi immediately smiled kindly, "Sister Chunxue, I'll go get the family planning supplies tomorrow."
He wanted to use practical actions to prove that he did not welcome this so-called child.
Zhang Chunxue smiled and shook his head.
Outside, several children were still playing around. Next door, Zhou Mingli and Zheng Wenbi were teaching Zhong Yuanyuan how to talk and walk...
Everything is so beautiful, so perfect...
Zhang Chunxue was in Song Xingzhi's arms, feeling the warmth in his arms, and gently closed her eyes.
Thank God for bringing her back to this world...
In the future, she and Song Xingzhi will continue to live happily...
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