"You must wake me up next time!" Song Yan and Wei Aiguo said.
Wei Aiguo said helplessly, "I called you, I called you twice. Don't you even remember?"
Song Yan: "?" Was I sleeping that soundly?
Even if you oversleep, you still have to get up and see people!
Fortunately, no one in the family asked any questions.
Today, every family prepares delicious food, and in the evening, they eat dumplings to stay up all night to welcome the New Year.
We had everything we needed, so we made a very lavish dinner. Braised rabbit, chicken stew with mushrooms, steamed fish, radish balls, bamboo fungus soup…
After the meal, everyone sat on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Yan chatted about everyday things.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was clearly homesick, and she started talking about her younger siblings.
This year, apart from Song Yan, none of the educated youth went home. The money earned by the weaving group in winter was more than the total amount earned through a year's work points.
At this point, leaving the brigade meant no money and going home was something everyone was reluctant to do. So, none of them went back.
Song Yan and Jiang Xiaoxiao were talking about their childhood, while Wei Ping and Wei An were chasing each other and making a ruckus on the ground.
This scene was actually quite ordinary. The two children often played like this. But Song Yan was inexplicably irritable. Without realizing it, she frowned.
Wei Aiguo had always been quite attentive to Song Yan's emotions. During the Lunar New Year, his mother especially believed that being happy today meant being happy all year. If Song Yan threw a tantrum at this time, even though his mother was a good-natured person, she couldn't let him have his way today.
Never let anything that shouldn't happen happen, or you'll never have a peaceful life.
"Xiaoyan, there's still time to make dumplings later. Go back to your room and get some sleep first. You'll have more energy tonight. You two should also go and get some sleep." The last sentence was addressed to Wei Ping and Wei An.
Wei Aiguo interrupted, and Song Yan understood, so he went back inside!
Wei Aiguo: "Have you been feeling unwell lately?"
Wei Aiguo genuinely cared; he was very understanding when Song Yan was in a bad mood.
"We've only just gotten here! You can't even handle it? Let me tell you, every woman has a few days each month when she's in a bad mood." Song Yan nestled into Wei Aiguo's arms.
“You’re always overthinking things. I hope you’ll tell me what’s on your mind,” Wei Aiguo said.
Song Yan suddenly realized that the thing that bothered her every month hadn't come this month. Song Yan's periods were always very regular. Song Yan calculated that Wei Aiguo's return should have coincided with her ovulation period.
So it's possible she won on her first try.
This explains my inexplicable mood swings over the past few days.
I was so careless. How could I forget? I let Wei Aiguo cause me so much trouble last night.
My pregnancy has just begun, and I still have nine months until I give birth. Am I supposed to constantly find fault with others and lose my temper all the time?
Song Yan unconsciously let out a long sigh.
"Why are you sighing?" Wei Aiguo asked.
"What if I can't help but lose my temper with you every day?" Song Yan asked.
"What do you find fault with me that makes you so angry?" Wei Aiguo asked.
Feeling upset, Song Yan tried to suppress it. But that wasn't the right approach; he should have tried to relax. "No. I'm being unreasonable. I want an apple, half of it."
"I'll wash the apple for you." Wei Aiguo took out an apple, washed it for Song Yan, and broke it open. At the same time, he gave Song Yan a damp towel to wipe his hands.
Song Yan pulled Wei Aiguo onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and he sat down. Song Yan rested his head on Wei Aiguo's lap and ate an apple with great satisfaction.
Wei Aiguo gently stroked her hair.
Apples are so delicious, but Wei Aiguo doesn't eat them; he must be reluctant to part with them.
Song Yan rolled over and reached out to stuff the remaining half into Wei Aiguo's hand. "Eat it!"
Wei Aiguo figured Song Yan would need more food later, so it was best to save half an apple. He held onto the apple without touching it.
"Eat them! Hurry up!" Song Yan commanded. The apples were in the cupboard, and you could smell their fragrance as soon as you entered the room. When Wei Aiguo wasn't in the room, she would take apples out of her spatial storage to eat.
There was no need to upset her. Wei Aiguo took a bite of the apple; it was really sweet…
Song Yan: Let's talk about pregnancy later. She checked her pulse; it was a slippery, almost imperceptible pulse. We'll be able to confirm it in about two weeks.
In the evening, everyone made dumplings together and stayed up all night to welcome the New Year.
Wei Ping and Wei An couldn't hold on any longer and went to bed around 10 p.m.
Song Yan persevered until she finally ate the dumplings. Then she stopped waiting. She was so sleepy. Don't make things difficult for yourself at a time like this.
Song Yan slept until the sun was high in the sky. Wei Aiguo called her once, but Song Yan didn't get up.
Wei Aiguo forcibly dragged her out of bed.
Perhaps she had found a reason for her unusual behavior, because she was even less inclined to get up today.
Wei Aiguo wiped her face with a warm towel, forcing her to wake up.
Wei Aiguo: "Today is the first meal of the year, and the whole family must eat together. Mom and Jiang Xiaoxiao are waiting for us!"
Song Yan knew about this custom, and she forced herself to get up.
Wei Aiguo: "How about we let Lao Han take a look at you tomorrow? My wife is clearly acting strangely."
Song Yan: "I am not sick."
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