The little episode that happened that day also made Song Yingying realize one thing: she spent too little time with her child. Because Zhao Xiaobei was too sensible and well-behaved, people forgot that he was also a child.
Children need a relaxed and happy childhood, they need to play wild games with their friends, and they also need the sense of security of having their parents by their side.
Now that Song Yingying has a job, she has a lot less free time than before.
After thinking about it, she decided to tell Zhao Xiaobei a bedtime story every night before going to bed. They had a period of time reading stories together before, but they stopped after Zhao Xiaobei started school.
Song Yingying compiled a list of children's books and made time to accompany Zhao Xiaobei as he grew up.
One night, Song Yingying was reading a book in a soft and gentle voice. Zhao Xiaobei closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.
When he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were upturned with a smile, as if he was going on an adventure with the protagonist of the story.
Song Yingying gently put down the book, said good night, pulled Zhao Xiaobei's quilt, closed the door and left the small room.
"Is Xiaobei asleep?" Zhao Weidong asked when he saw Song Yingying come in.
"Well, he fell asleep. He liked today's story very much and listened to it for another half an hour."
Song Yingying trembled as she spoke.
Her fingers were cold from holding the book for so long.
Zhao Weidong noticed her little details, reached out and held Song Yingying's hands, warmed them in his palms, then reached out and pulled her onto the bed and covered her with the quilt.
The quilt is not only warm, but also Zhao Weidong is a big stove.
The man had survived temperatures of dozens of degrees below zero in the northeast, so the winter in the southwest was no big deal for him. He didn't feel cold at all, and his muscular body was the best warm water bag.
Song Yingying not only put her hands on Zhao Weidong, but also her feet. The two of them were tightly entangled under the quilt.
Zhao Weidong stretched out his arm and turned off the light.
After falling into darkness, the cold wind blew against the windows, and the windows shook and made banging sounds, making the cold of winter concrete.
Song Yingying listened to the sound of the wind, leaned against Zhao Weidong to keep warm, and whispered, "Do you think it will snow in this weather?"
"No." Zhao Weidong stroked Song Yingying's shoulder with his palm and said confidently, "It only snows in the north. It won't snow here. This is already the coldest weather."
Song Yingying had never been to the north, so Tu Qi asked, "What is winter like in the north?"
Zhao Weidong said, "There was snow everywhere, all white, and the lake was frozen. It was just a very ordinary scene. Don't you remember it?"
The man's dark eyes were shining in the darkness, as if he was staring at Song Yingying.
Song Yingying was a little nervous and almost forgot that her setting was that she was from the north. She put these memories aside and didn't think about them.
She was about to explain when she heard Zhao Weidong continue.
"It's okay if you don't remember. It's all in the past. Just remember the days here."
What's the meaning?
Song Yingying always felt that there was something else behind Zhao Weidong's words, and why did this rough guy seem so sad?
Is it possible that she forgot something important?
"Hello--"
“Hmm—”
Without waiting for Song Yingying to ask further questions, Zhao Weidong leaned over and hugged her tighter, and suddenly covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply and softly.
"Wait, Leng—"
The quilt was lifted up and a cold wind blew inside.
But Zhao Weidong did not give Song Yingying a chance to refuse. He hugged her tightly, saying that by doing some exercise on the winter night, she would not be cold.
Afterwards, the cold wind whistled against the windows all night, and the creaking wooden bed also sounded all night.
Song Yingying not only didn't feel cold at all, but she was also very hot, and she was sweating under the quilt.
The sweat that oozed from her forehead was kissed away by the man.
She was so tired that she fell asleep immediately.
Perhaps it was because of the conversation before going to bed that winter in the north actually appeared in her dream.
As Zhao Weidong said, winter in the north is very bleak. There is white snow everywhere, the lakes are frozen, and it is cold to even breathe.
She turned into a little girl about six or seven years old, about the same age as Zhao Xiaobei.
In the dream, there was not only her, but also her father and mother. The three of them wore thick flowered hats, brand new cotton-padded clothes, and even their gloves were made of wool, which was fluffy and warm. They sat in a small car and went to the countryside to worship their ancestors.
The ancestral hall in the countryside was going to be renovated, and because her father was a university professor and a well-known figure in the surrounding area, the village chief specially invited him to preside over the ancestor worship and wanted to open a separate page for his family to be written in the family tree.
At that time, her family had been safe, her father was in a high position of power, and everything was developing in a prosperous direction.
As soon as they got off the car, her parents were immediately taken away by a group of elderly elders, and a group of strange women surrounded her.
"Is this Professor Song's daughter? She is indeed a city girl. Look at her fair face. She is so different from us country girls."
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