Chapter 7
After dinner, the family sat around the kang in the main room, chatting. Zhong Miao said a little embarrassedly, "Mother-in-law, I want to take a bath, is that okay?"
Thinking of the new wooden tub in the new house, she couldn't help but take a bath as she hadn't done it for a few days.
"Why not? Second brother, go boil some water for your wife, and after she washes, you can wash too."
What could Pei Ze say? He could only do what his mother said.
Looking at Pei Ze's deflated expression, Zhong Miao smiled unscrupulously.
Pei Ze was about to say something back at her when he heard the laughter, but he was stunned.
Zhong Miao is beautiful, but she always has a melancholy and pitiful feeling, and she is also cold. This smile is really beautiful and rare.
She had red lips and white teeth, and there was a hint of mischief in her eyes when she smiled at him. Her long, slightly curly hair made her look like a beautiful doll. Her melancholy was swept away, and she became much more lively.
Pei Ze's ears turned a little red. Zhang Weilan was an experienced person. Looking at her own son, how could she not understand that he was embarrassed?
The old mother felt a little relieved. This iron tree might bloom, and the iron lump was not far from breaking through. With such a beautiful daughter-in-law by his side, she didn't believe he could last much longer.
"Grandma, I want to wash too." An An is a person who likes to join in the fun.
"Second brother, boil some more water and go to the backyard to get our wooden barrel. I'll wash An'an, and you two can go back to the new house and wash it. Use the new barrel for Miaomiao."
"Okay, okay, got it."
Pei Ze moved quickly. He boiled some water and went out to clean the wooden barrel.
Zhang Weilan liked the beauty more and more as she looked at her under the lamp. "Miaomiao, you and the second brother are going back to live in the new house today. I guess your father is reluctant to talk about things between men and women."
When Zhong Miao heard this, she finally felt a sense of reality about getting married. In her previous life, she was already 26 years old and had two boyfriends, but it just didn't get to this stage.
"Mother-in-law, I understand." She blushed a little.
Ever since she knew her father had traveled through time and space, her mentality had changed. At least she had the motivation to live. She looked a lot more lively and more sensitive to the people and things around her.
"Okay, let me tell you again, if the second son really has that idea, don't be afraid. All women have to go through this. If you don't want to, just tell him directly. He won't force you."
"Um."
Zhang Weilan looked at her daughter-in-law's red face and thought it was cute, but also a little reluctant. "If he dares to bully you, just call me mom."
"Okay, thank you, grandma."
Zhang Weilan sent An An away to supervise his father's work. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were talking privately in the room, and Zhong Miao's face was getting redder and redder.
Pei Ze brought a wooden barrel and added bath water to the main room. "Come on, let's go back to the house. Why is your face so red?"
"Ugh, it's hot in the room."
Zhong Miao was talking nonsense seriously. She finally realized that she and Pei Ze had never had a serious conversation. It was all because of her deception.
"Let's go."
After returning to the house, Pei Ze brought a few small buckets of hot water and poured them into a brand new wooden barrel. Zhong Miao took out some clean clothes, still a little uncomfortable. Is this the life after marriage? She was not used to it being just the two of them.
"How can you be a daughter-in-law? Just look for your own clothes. Help me find some too. I'll go get two more buckets."
"Yeah, okay."
Zhong Miao was rummaging through the cabinets, uh, underwear, which was quite embarrassing.
"You wash first. I'll go to the stove to check the fire and make the kang hotter. Call me when you're done."
"good."
Zhong Miao locked the door. She used to take a shower every day, but she couldn't take it anymore and her body was sticky.
The moment she soaked in the water, she felt more comfortable than she had in these days.
This wash takes more than half an hour, and I will feel dizzy if I soak for any longer.
The original owner brought a lot of clothes when she got married. She picked and chose a loose cotton skirt to wear as pajamas and wrapped her hair with a towel.
She had experienced this kang before, and it was indeed hot to sleep on it if she wore too many clothes.
Putting on a cotton-padded jacket, he opened the door and walked out, "I'm done washing. The water is a little cold. Can you add some hot water?"
As soon as Pei Ze looked up, he was struck by the beauty of his wife. Zhong Miao looked so watery from the hot water, and her little face was even more rosy. He was a little embarrassed to look at her.
"Well, it's okay. Just dry your hair here first."
Pei Ze opened the door and entered the room. The fragrance and steam in the room made him feel a little breathless.
He splashed water on his body, and thinking that this was the water used by Zhong Miao, a strange sense of intimacy and ambiguity surged in his heart, making him feel a little itchy.
He sighed. This was no big deal. Neither of them really wanted to live with each other. He couldn't touch his wife. After all, they would probably get divorced in the future. It was better to have less trouble than more. If someone accidentally died, both families would be in trouble.
He had a prejudice against Zhong Miao before and had thought about divorce, but An An and his old mother obviously liked Zhong Miao very much. This was the first time he considered this issue: what if they didn't divorce?
Pei Ze came out soon and said, "Go to the kang and make the bed first. I'll go pour the water."
"good."
Zhong Miao spread out two quilts and placed a large distance between them.
Pei Ze was carrying water outside and came back just in time to see what she was doing. How annoying must she be to him to lay it so far away.
After he finished cleaning up here, he went to help his old mother clean up.
"Dad, where is my mom? Why hasn't she come back to sleep yet?" Little Pei Mingan was puzzled. Usually at this time, Zhong Miao would have already hugged him and gone to sleep.
"You sleep with grandma as before, and I'll sleep in the new room with your mom."
"No, I want to sleep with my mom."
It was winter, and Pei Ze was sweating profusely. He simply sat down in the main room to rest for a while. "Then tell me, why do you want to sleep with your mother?"
"My mom is sweet and soft when she holds me. My grandma rarely holds me when I sleep, and she's not sweet either."
Zhang Weilan couldn't help laughing when she heard this. "Haha, when you grow up and get married, let your wife hold you to sleep. Your mother is your father's wife."
"Then I won't let her be my mother, I'll let her be my wife." Pei Ming'an spoke without restraint.
"You're dreaming, kid. There's a saying that goes, 'When a son grows up, he should avoid his mother.' It means that when a son grows up, he can no longer stick to his mother. Do you understand?" Pei Ze explained the truth to An An.
"But I'm not grown up yet, I want to sleep with my mother."
Pei Ming'an lost his parents when he was young, so Zhang Weilan and Pei Ze inevitably spoiled him a little, which led to him having some little thoughts of his own and causing all kinds of trouble.
"No, this is called fickleness, do you understand? It's only been a few days and you don't like your grandma anymore?" Pei Ze set a trap for his son.
Pei Mingan had always slept with his grandmother before, and Pei Ze lived in the side room by himself.
"I like my grandma, but I just want to sleep with my mom." He also has a desire to survive, after all, grandma has the final say in the family.
"Mom, I leave it to you." Seeing that Pei Ming'an was about to make a fuss, Pei Ze immediately handed the task over to his old mother to handle it herself. He still had a lot of work to do.
"You dug the hole but didn't bury it?" Zhang Weilan was unhappy.
"I haven't finished cleaning yet, how can I have time to coax him?"
Pei Ze didn't want Pei Ming'an to be too attached to Zhong Miao. If they really divorced in the future, it would also be a harm to the child. He thought too much and couldn't help but feel worried.
He wanted to satisfy his elderly mother, but was also afraid that this failed marriage would bring harm to his family.
Ever since he heard the conversation between the father and daughter on the day he returned home, he has been feeling uneasy, thinking that Zhong Miao might divorce him at any time.
Alas, he should have a good talk with Zhong Miao and ask her what she really thinks.
Zhong Miao was not too worried. First, Pei Ze in the book was extremely disgusted with this marriage, and the couple had never even held hands. Second, there was a washbasin rack in the room with a brand new enamel basin on it. If she couldn't beat him, she could just beat him. If she couldn't beat him, she could just call her mother-in-law over.
She didn't have to worry about her father these past two days, and she ate well and slept well. She fell asleep soon after lying down. The shadows brought by death and nightmares gradually dissipated, and she never had that suffocating dream again.
When Pei Ze came back after finishing his work, he saw Zhong Miao sleeping soundly and couldn't help but sigh that she was really carefree.
Pei Ze woke up in a daze in the middle of the night and saw his wife, who was thousands of miles away from him, kicking off the quilt.
While Zhong Miao was sleeping, she rolled up the quilt and hugged it, with her slender white legs resting on it under her skirt. Her little feet were white and clean, with round toes, and she looked beautiful in every way.
At this moment, Zhong Miao was as beautiful as a fairy, with her long, slightly curly hair draped over the pillow, and her delicate facial features were hazy in the moonlight, seeming real and fake, like a dream.
He stood up and wanted to cover Zhong Miao with the quilt, but Zhong Miao was holding him tightly and he couldn't pull the quilt out.
He had no choice but to cover her with his own quilt, then covered himself with a cotton jacket and lay down to sleep.
Zhong Miao woke up early and found that she was covered with Pei Ze's quilt, and she was holding her own quilt in her arms. She was speechless. Her old habit had come back again.
She lost her mother when she was a child. At that time, she felt insecure and couldn't sleep. Later, her father bought her many plush toys and coaxed her to sleep in his arms, and this formed a habit.
When she doesn't have a stuffed toy, she will curl up in the quilt and sleep. A few days ago, she had Pei Mingan to hug. Without Pei Mingan, she would have to hug the quilt.
She got out of bed, opened the door, and saw Pei Ze squatting in the outer room washing his pants, the same pair he had just changed last night.
"Didn't you just change it? Why wash it?" Zhong Miao really didn't understand.
"You got dusty this morning. Clean up and go to Mom's for dinner."
"Um."
Zhong Miao put on her cotton jacket and went out. Pei Ze, with dark circles under his eyes and a sullen face, hung up the washed pants. He couldn't stay in this house anymore as he could easily be seduced by a female demon.
The family of four was having breakfast when Pei Ze spoke up, "Mom, I've been staying home these past few days because of the wedding. I've been busy with work at the factory. I'll be out for a few days and come back when I'm done."
"Okay, go ahead and go home early when you're done."
Zhang Weilan knew that her son was busy with his business, so she didn't stop him. It was already quite difficult for a newlywed to stay at home for a few days.
"Well, I'll leave after dinner."
Zhong Miao didn't speak to Pei Ze until he packed up and left. He snorted coldly, "What a careless guy! Even more careless than him."
In the afternoon, Zhong Miao welcomed an unexpected guest.
Li Hongmei came to the door with a bag of brown sugar and two bags of melon seeds. Zhang Weilan took her grandson to the main house and let the two young people chat in the new house without disturbing them.
Li Hongmei looked around the renovated room and was shocked by all the new furniture. How much did it cost to replace all of it?
"Zhong Miao, you are so lucky." Li Hongmei felt jealous again.
"Well, you're right."
Zhong Miao also thought so. She had been rich for more than 20 years, and after her death, she traveled through a book with her father. Being able to live again was certainly a good fortune.
"You damn girl, you really have no shame. Do you know what rumors have been circulating in the village about your marriage these past few days?"
"Now that you're here, just talk."
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