Like Song Ci, Song Fei also likes to eat bacon and sausages very much. Almost all of these two dishes on the dinner table went into the stomachs of the sisters.
Han Zhan and Yan Jiang stared at each other, not daring to say anything. After the meal was over, they both had to roll up their sleeves and work tirelessly to wash the dishes.
In the living room, the two sisters huddled together. Song Ci was mumbling something to herself, while Song Fei was playing with her phone, occasionally responding to Song Ci.
Yan Jiang, holding a cigarette in his mouth, held a plate in his left hand and a rag in his right, quickly washed the bowls one by one. Hearing Song Ci's chattering voice in the living room, Yan Jiang felt sympathetic towards Han Zhan, "The one in your family never stops talking all day. Don't you find it annoying?"
Han Zhan: "I just like the atmosphere of everyday life. It's warm when there are people talking at home." To be honest, Han Zhan likes Song Ci's energetic attitude towards everything.
Song Ci is always strongly interested in some small things. Through Song Ci, Han Zhan can feel the beauty of life.
Hearing this, Yan Jiang bit the filter tip and smiled. He picked up another bowl and scrubbed it twice. Suddenly, Yan Jiang tilted his head to look at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why am I the only one scrubbing while you stand by like a mold?"
Han Zhan raised his gloved right hand and shook it, looking innocent. "I'm disabled."
Yan Jiang almost laughed out of anger. "This is the first time I've seen someone talk about his disability so confidently." Fine, he's disabled so he's justified.
Han Zhan didn't think there was anything wrong. Then, remembering something, he asked Yan Jiang, "I heard from Song Ci that you and Song Fei are planning to have a baby?"
Yan Jiang paused while washing dishes.
He turned around and glanced at Song Fei secretly. Seeing that the two sisters didn't pay attention to the movement in the kitchen, Yan Jiang whispered to Han Zhan: "She is competitive in everything she does. She hopes that our child can be born earlier than yours. But I don't think there is anything we can do about it."
"What's wrong?"
"Song Fei has been sleeping for too many years and her body is very weak. I asked a doctor, and the doctor suggested that Song Fei take good care of her body for at least three more years before considering having a baby. Having a baby now will cause greater harm to her body." If her body is broken and she is weak, she will be prone to illness. That is something Yan Jiang cannot accept in any way.
"Is that so?" Han Zhan comforted Yan Jiang: "You are still young, it doesn't matter if you wait a few more years."
Yan Jiang extinguished the cigarette butt with his wet hands and threw it into the trash can before saying, "That's right. I'm only 27 next month. Why should I be in such a hurry? Unlike Mr. Han, who's almost 33."
Han Zhan's cold eyes flew straight towards Yan Jiang's face.
Yan Jiang saw it but didn't care. He said, "Don't threaten me, it's useless. My cooperation with your flight company has expired. You are no longer my financial backer, so I don't need to support you." Yan Jiang was extremely arrogant.
Han Zhan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he held back.
When they went to bed at night, both of them stood beside their wives tacitly, for fear that it would be like last time, when the Song Ci sisters were chatting under the same quilt, and the two big men who picked their feet squeezed under the quilt and kicked each other.
Song Ci and Song Fei no longer had the same affection they had when they first reunited, so naturally they wouldn't sleep together at night. Seeing that it was getting late, they both went back to their rooms and went to bed.
Before going to bed, Han Zhan told Song Ci about Song Fei's frail health and the difficulty of getting pregnant early. Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. "That's good, that's good. She always beat me in everything when she was little, and now that she's grown up, it's like her fortunes have finally turned."
Han Zhan couldn't understand why Song Ci and Song Fei liked to compete so much.
Winter nights in the countryside were especially quiet, unlike the summer when insects chirped. Song Ci turned off the lights, and Han Zhan suddenly turned around and held her in his arms. Han Zhan's body heat was like a large thermos, and Song Ci felt warm in his arms.
"Brother Han, are you afraid of ghosts?"
Han Zhan didn't say anything.
Song Ci patted the back of Han Zhan's hand and laughed at him: "Why are you afraid of this? There are no ghosts in this world."
"If something like rebirth can happen, why are there no ghosts?" Song Ci's rebirth broke Han Zhan's worldview.
Song Ci was speechless. "Okay, then you won't be afraid if you hold me."
"Um."
Have a good night's sleep until dawn.
The next morning, Song Ci woke up to find that Han Zhan hadn't gone for morning exercise this morning, but was instead hiding in bed playing with his phone. It was cold in winter, and Han Zhan's breath sprayed on the phone screen, blurring it completely.
When Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan was wiping the screen of his mobile phone with the back of his hand.
Song Ci asked him, "How long have you been awake?"
"More than twenty minutes."
"Why didn't you go for morning exercise?"
Han Zhan said, "It's snowing."
"Big?" Song Ci threw back the quilt and walked to the window. She pushed it open, and a gust of cold air rushed into the room, making Han Zhan's neck shiver. Song Ci stared at the snow on the ground, and she shouted in surprise to the next room. "Song Fei, get up and build a snowman!"
Next door, Song Fei heard the roar and woke up immediately.
After waking up, she walked straight to the window in her pajamas, without even putting on her coat. Seeing the trees and the ground covered in layers of white snow, Song Fei was also a little excited. They loved playing in the snow.
So early in the morning, without even eating, the two sisters took their shovels and headed out into the snow. Without even wearing Song porcelain gloves, they simply made a small, round snowball and rolled it on the ground.
The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a snowman's head.
Over there, Song Fei had already used a shovel to make the snowman's belly. Song Ci placed the snowman's head on the belly, and a simple and adorable snowman was formed. They made eyes and a nose for the snowman, and Song Ci also cut carrots into slices and made a carrot-colored mouth for the snowman.
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