It was the first time that Lu Jingsong washed clothes for a woman.

In my hometown, housework is done by women by default. If a man carries clothes to the river to wash, he will definitely be laughed to death.

However, he had heard when he was in the military camp that the deputy commander would wash clothes for his wife every day.

Everyone else is doing it, so there is no reason why he can't do it.

But it was getting late, so he didn't plan to take it to the river to wash it, so he decided to wash it at home.

Anyway, you don’t need to carry water here, it’s all brought down from the mountains, so it’s very convenient.

His own clothes were very dirty, so he just put them in a bucket and stepped on them.

The daughter-in-law's hair was placed in another bucket, and he took it out and carefully scrubbed it with his hand.

Especially for those two tight-fitting clothes, he subconsciously reduced his strength.

But he is a man after all, and no matter how weak he is, he is no match for a woman.

Besides, Fang Qiuyan's vest and underwear were already old, how could they withstand his rubbing?

Lu Jingsong was washing his wife's underwear with red ears, but unexpectedly, the vest in his clothes suddenly ripped apart with a "sizzle".

Looking at the two hands holding a piece of cloth, Lu Jingsong almost burst into tears!

He ripped her vest?!

It took him a long while to realize that the old vest was folded in his waist.

Lu Jingsong didn't even dare to think about how angry Fang Qiuyan would be if she knew about this.

Finally, he put the cloth aside out of guilt, planning to hide it and buy her another one later.

After making his plan in his mind, he went on to wash the rest of the clothes.

Who would have thought that while washing, a piece of cloth would be pulled out from the bottom of the bucket?

For a moment, Lu Jingsong couldn't help but doubt his memory.

Didn’t he wash a whole piece of clothing just now?

Thinking of this, he took out the cloth that had just been torn and pieced it together again.

Looking at the intact vest on the laundry table, and then at the extra piece of fabric on the skin, Lu Jingsong was not clear about it. Fang Qiuyan was also wearing a torn vest just now.

This time, he almost died of heartache.

If it wasn't getting dark soon, he would have wanted to fly to the commune right now to buy her some underwear.

Pursing his lips, Lu Jingsong carefully rinsed the three pieces of cloth and put them in a clean bucket.

Then, I washed the rest of the clothes.

Before dark, Douhua came back from outside skipping and jumping.

Looking at him, she even grinned at him.

"dad!"

Hearing her crisp call of "Dad", Lu Jingsong's heart softened.

"Hey! Where did you go just now?"

After putting the clean clothes into the bucket, he tried to chat with the ladies.

"I'm going to find Miaomiao. Let's play house together."

Douhua was getting bolder now. Upon hearing this, she started talking immediately and told him about the game she had just played.

Before Lu Jingsong joined the army, he was a slave earning work points in the Lu family. After joining the army, he became a money-making machine.

But he said he had never experienced much family love since he was young.

At this moment, just listening to her happy voice, a kind of blood bond, made his heart feel as if it was filled with something, sour and bloated.

Without being impatient, he listened carefully to her talk about her playing with friends, and occasionally interjected a few words.

In the room, Fang Qiuyan was practicing calligraphy.

Whenever she felt upset, writing always made her feel better.

But at this moment, she was holding a pen in her hand and did not put it down.

Listening to the affectionate voices of the father and daughter outside, a hint of confusion appeared on her face.

I can't let go of the past, but what about tofu pudding?

Would she be willing to leave here and live with her in the dormitory?

Here are her favorite friends, and Lu Jingsong who is gradually beginning to play the role of a father.

When she thought of this, her thoughts, which had finally recovered, became confused again.

She tightly grasped the pen in her hand, and her fingertips turned pale.

She had only written two or three lines in the notebook, but she no longer had the heart to continue writing.

I don’t know how long it took, but Douhua finally came back.

Fang Qiuyan used her crutches to open the door for her.

Seeing that Lu Jingsong was not outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Douhua skipped back to the room, took off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed.

"Mom, tell me a story and I will tell it to my sister tomorrow."

Now whenever Douhua opens his mouth, he either says the older sister is taller than the younger sister.

Now I like her group of friends very much.

Fang Qiuyan lowered her eyes to hide her thoughts, paused, and then said, "Okay, lie on the bed and I'll tell you a story."

After Lu Jingsong hung up the clothes, he went straight back to his room.

It’s not that he didn’t want to find Fang Qiuyan, but he understood her personality.

If I go to her at this moment, not only will I be turned away, but I might even make her angry.

Restraining the restlessness in his heart, he forced himself to lie on the bed.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, Fang Qiuyan's gentle voice came from the next room.

Lu Jingsong couldn't remember how long it had been since he had listened to her tell stories at night.

At this moment, he listened to the voice again, and he pricked up his ears almost greedily.

Why didn't he realize how good she was before?

Just thinking this, Lu Jingsong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

I used to have resentment towards her, so how could I understand what kind of person she was?

Thinking about the complicated entanglement between them, he felt mixed emotions.

Accompanied by Fang Qiuyan's voice, Lu Jingsong fell into a dream unknowingly.

In the dream he seemed drunk and a little confused.

At the same time, he felt an indescribable restlessness in his body. In a daze, he heard Fang Dongxue's voice.

"Qiuyan, why don't you come in?"

Qiuyan?

Lu Jingsong chewed on the name, and suddenly, a ball of fire started burning from his lower abdomen, and instantly rushed to his limbs and bones.

A few messy scenes flashed through my mind.

One moment she was showing her pitiful look with her eyes closed, the next moment she was staring at him with tears in her eyes, and finally the picture was frozen on that extremely charming scene in the rain.

The fire burned hotter and hotter, until it consumed the last bit of his rationality.

All night long, Lu Jingsong was wrapped in that ball in his dream, until one moment, he suddenly woke up.

In the dim light, he smelled a strange smell in the air.

Then, he lowered his head and looked down in disbelief!

The next second, Lu Jingsong's ears started to burn!

Not sure if it was out of guilt or something, but he quickly changed his pants, rolled up the bed sheet, and went outside.

I planned to wash it clean and hang it up before Fang Qiuyan woke up.

However, things did not go as planned. While he was washing the sheets, Fang Qiuyan's door creaked open.

The two hands were rubbing the bed sheets. When Lu Jingsong turned around, he met those clear and surprised eyes.

"You...wash the sheets so early?"

With a "bang", Lu Jingsong's ear, which had finally recovered, started burning again!