He was thinking: "My wife is not only beautiful, but also smart and capable. The more I see her, the more I like her. Whenever I feel down, just by looking at her, I feel much better and my anger disappears. I am so lucky to have such a good wife."
Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched her forehead to confirm whether she was asleep.
Wang Xiaolan, who was originally drowsy, was immediately awakened by his touch. She turned around to look at him and put her index finger to the corner of her mouth and made a "hush" gesture.
Signaling to him that Dabao was not fully asleep yet.
Zhao Lihan nodded, got up from the bed, sat down at the desk, and looked idly at the mother and her two children on the bed, feeling particularly at ease in his heart.
He suddenly thought of what happened today, and also of his mother. What happened to her? It was an unsolved mystery.
In order not to disturb the children's sleep, he quietly pushed open the door to the balcony, went to the balcony alone, and looked up at the starry sky.
He remembered that when he was very young, it was also a night like this. His mother sat alone beside the firewood pile in the backyard, silently shedding tears.
One night he happened to get up to go to the bathroom and saw it when he passed by, so he walked over.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
The mother was startled and quickly wiped away her tears, took off her clothes quickly and put them on him.
"Lihan, Mom is fine. I just miss your grandma and grandpa a little bit."
"Mom, please take me to grandma's house! I haven't met grandma yet."
"Li Han, it's not that Mommy doesn't want to take you, it's that I can't go. When you grow up, I'll tell you that Mommy has her own reasons."
From then on, Zhao Lihan would hide by the firewood pile every night and stay with his mother until his mother returned home.
When he thought of this, he still didn't know where his grandmother's house was, and he didn't know who was in the house.
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Just then, Wang Xiaolan came out of the bedroom with a coat and put it on him.
"It's quite cold outside, put on some clothes!"
Zhao Lihan immediately put on the clothes draped over his shoulders.
"Wife, the moon is so round tonight. Don't just stand there. Come here! Sit on my lap and let's have a good chat."
Wang Xiaolan hesitated.
"Don't stand there, come here!"
"I'm quite heavy, I'm afraid you can't bear it. Please wait for a moment, I'll go in and get a chair."
Zhao Lihan leaned to the left, pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.
"You're already an old married couple, why do you still act like strangers?"
Wang Xiaolan gazed at him in the moonlight, her eyes full of tenderness. She had waited for this moment for a long, long time.
She found that she had fallen deeply in love with the man in front of her, and was sure that she could not live without him.
She hugged Zhao Lihan's neck, her eyes burning, and couldn't help but kiss him on the forehead.
This was the first time she let go of her reserve in front of him.
After being in contact with her for such a long time, Zhao Lihan could clearly feel that he had slowly entered her heart and was no longer as reserved as before.
He was thinking: "No matter what happened between them, I only recognize her now."
Thinking of this, he pulled Wang Xiaolan's other leg onto his own leg, and the two of them sat face to face, looking at each other quietly.
All around was quiet, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The crickets also played a gentle melody for the two people...
In such a warm atmosphere, he held her tightly in his arms, with increasing strength, so tight that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
At this moment, Wang Xiaolan's heart melted in his arms. She closed her eyes and smelled the unique masculine scent on him. She was intoxicated.
Zhao Lihan rested his chin against her neck and whispered in her ear, "Wife, I love you so much."
After that, he kissed her on the cheek again.
Wang Xiaolan asked softly in his ear: "Are you telling the truth?"
Zhao Lihan put his hand around her waist, pulled her over and hugged her tightly.
"If you don't believe me, touch me here and see if I'm sincere."
Wang Xiaolan's face immediately turned red. She shyly buried her head in his neck and licked his earlobe back and forth with the tip of her tongue.
She said coquettishly: "I won't touch that place of yours."
"Wife, I really want to wrap you in my body."
"I don't believe it."
Although she said this, she actually longed for it in her heart.
"Why don't you believe me?" Zhao Lihan asked seriously after hearing her say that.
"If I wasn't your original daughter-in-law? Would you love me like this?"
"I like you now. You in the past were not as perfect as you are now."
"Would you like it if I were still the same as before?"
"Wife, no, no, I just like you the way you are now."
Wang Xiaolan finished her test and it was time to tell her story. She broke free from his embrace, walked into the house, and brought out a chair and placed it next to him.
Zhao Lihan looked at Wang Xiaolan and asked in confusion, "Wife, are you uncomfortable sitting on my lap?"
Wang Xiaolan shook her head and sat down opposite him.
"Since we've reached this point, I won't hide some things from you. After listening, you can make your choice."
"Wife, what's wrong? You were fine just now, why are you so serious now? Don't scare me."
"Li Han, listen to me first."
"Okay, go ahead."
Zhao Lihan held Wang Xiaolan's hand tightly and stared at her with burning eyes.
"Don't you like me?"
Wang Xiaolan waved her hand and said, "It is precisely because I love you that I made this decision."
As she spoke, she began to tell the story of her past and how he had traveled to this era.
Zhao Lihan, with a look of surprise on his face, loosened his tightly clenched hands and listened to her story silently.
The moment he let go of her hand, Wang Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a chill in her heart.
When Zhao Lihan heard this, he was in a state of confusion. He didn't know how to face her who confessed to him.
He couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up from his seat, looked at Wang Xiaolan, sighed, and walked to the balcony railing.
He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette from the box, shook it gently on the box, and then lit it. He leaned his elbows on the balcony railing, his back to Wang Xiaolan, his face facing forward, exhaling clouds of smoke.
I thought to myself, "How could I possibly encounter such bizarre things in this world? My wife is actually from the 21st century. No wonder her thinking is different from that of ordinary people. Her medical skills are especially superior to those of doctors of this era."
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