At night, Wei Jianguo waited until Song Shuxi fell asleep, then quietly applied medicine on his back and added some spiritual liquid to it.
Song Shuqian always felt that he was hiding something from her, so she pretended to sleep to see what it was.
When I saw the large bruises and scabbed wounds on his back, my heart ached.
This person is like this. When he gets a little hurt, he likes to seek attention in front of her and ask her to spend more time on him. Even though he was really seriously injured, he pretended as if nothing had happened because he didn't want her to worry.
Forget it, since he doesn't want her to know, then she will just pretend that she knows nothing.
Habits cannot be changed overnight. In the future, I hope she can influence him more subtly.
Feeling someone approaching, Song Shuxi took the initiative to move over there and rolled into a hot chest.
After being married for so many years, Wei Jianguo knew that she was pretending to be asleep.
So the two people who knew everything tacitly considered each other's best interests.
This scene is inexplicably harmonious.
If we were to say who is the happiest about Wei Jianguo's return, it would be An An and Lele. Even though they increased their training volume and were exhausted after each exercise.
But they were finally able to continue riding horses and learning archery.
God knows how much they envy their mother for being able to gallop on the grassland.
Amid everyone's anticipation, the day of Nadam arrived as scheduled.
"Mom, are you ready? We should leave."
Song Shuqian was fixing her hair in the house. She wanted to change her hairstyle to match her clothes today.
"Wait a moment," she said to the door, her hands moving faster.
Wei Jianguo raised his foot and gently pushed Lele aside, "Don't rush my wife, go see your sister."
Lele is good and obedient.
An An held her forehead with her hand helplessly, but his hand was too slow and she failed to hold it. He thought his brother wanted to be punished because he complained about his mother's slowness in front of his father.
After being reminded, Song Shuqian tidied her hair as quickly as possible. Today she had a one-sided braid, the kind that looks fluffy but actually stays put no matter how much she moves. A headband embroidered with an eagle pattern was also tied at the end of the braid, which echoes today's blue Mongolian robe.
Wei Jianguo's eyes froze, and he was stunned for a moment. My wife is like a natural clothes hanger. No matter what clothes she wears, she has her own unique charm and is beautiful and touching.
"I'm ready." Song Shuxi's voice brought him back to his senses.
But she was complaining, "Why are you in such a hurry?", and gently pulled the person over to help her tidy up her clothes.
Song Shuqian enjoys the care of her husband.
An An Lele and Sihu were wearing newly made Mongolian robes and looked like young Mongolian boys riding on horses.
Song Shuxi and her husband and Tiantian and her husband drove there together.
In the car, with the window open, I feel the breeze blowing.
The two men would focus their eyes on their wives from time to time, simply because they were so beautiful.
When they arrived, a lot of people had gathered around.
Saren saw them running over and took Song Shuqian and Tiantian by the hand, "You are here, it will start soon, I will take you there."
Three girls, each with their own characteristics, wearing clothes of different colors, but all look equally beautiful.
On the stage, a man in his 40s or 50s was giving a speech, "Everyone, be quiet, and listen to me.
We gather here today to hold the annual Nadam Festival. Before I begin, let me tell you something from my heart.
This year we... "
Listening to these simple words, Song Shuqian had a sense of simplicity, as if she was listening to an old man in the village chatting about his daily life.
The distance was shortened instantly.
Saren introduced, "That's our team leader, who is in charge of our area. This Nadam is organized by five surrounding production teams."
“Then why was he the one who went up to speak?”
"There is a competition. Every year, after the tasks are handed in, the production team that completes the task best will hold the event. This year, our production team won, and last year it was the second production team. The Nadam Festival was also held there."
Song Shuqian found it quite interesting. "Is this production team leader equivalent to the village chief?"
"It's almost the same idea. He focuses on production, while the village chief is more comprehensive and is responsible for various trivial matters in the village."
After the production team leader finished speaking, he walked down and gathered with four other middle-aged men.
Saren pointed them out and said, "The five of them are the leaders of production teams one, two, three, four and five."
One of the activities of Nadam is wrestling.
Two strong Mongolian men, wearing specially made Zhuodego, strode into the competition venue from both sides of the stadium.
Their steps were powerful, a bit like lions on the grassland, with every step carrying a tremendous force.
The two men stood face to face, and cheers immediately rang out around them.
With a start, the two rushed towards each other as fast as cheetahs. One party first stretched out his strong arms and tried to hug the other party's waist; the other party dodged flexibly sideways and stretched out his legs to trip the other party's ankle.
Both of them were good players in their respective production teams. They moved very quickly, going back and forth, sometimes jumping high to try to knock the other down, and sometimes bending down to try to find the other's flaws.
The cheers from all around were getting louder and louder.
Song Shuqian and Tiantian were also infected by the atmosphere and cheered for the contestants they favored.
Wei Jianguo and Liu Xinguo came over with the children.
Seeing his wife's sparkling eyes, Wei Jianguo felt that he must let her see the beauty of masculine power when he got home, and see how she looked like she had never seen the world.
"Wife, there's a horse race over there, do you want to go watch it?"
"No, I want to watch this. They wrestle so spectacularly."
Wei Jianguo...what can he do? This is my own daughter-in-law, so I have to accompany her.
He explained to her the purpose of the contestants' movements, the points of force, and how to do better.
Song Shuqian glared at him and said, "I want to watch the game carefully."
Wei Jianguo shut up feeling aggrieved.
Song Shuxi and Tiantian continued to cheer them on.
Nadam also has an invisible function, which is blind dating. Young girls and boys will observe whether there is anyone they like.
Then go over and ask the other person's name and address.
If the other person is also single and is interested, they will exchange names.
Then the two of them would go back and tell their parents. If the parents also think it is feasible, they will come to propose marriage.
Every Nadam Festival brings together many couples.
A beautiful girl like Song Shuqian doesn't look like she has given birth to four children. Time has been especially gentle to her, leaving no traces on her. On the contrary, it is like a blooming iris, gorgeous and elegant, exuding a unique charm.
Wei Jianguo was not at ease letting her wander around, so the purpose of his visit today was to keep an eye on her.
Song Shuxi and Tiantian are not aware of this invisible effect yet. They are discussing which contestant will win.
In the end, the player on the left was careless for a moment and was knocked down by the opponent, losing the game.
After this pair of contestants went down, two more contestants came up.
There is a big difference in size between the two contestants this time. The contestant on the left looks to be about 177cm tall and a bit thin. The contestant on the right must be about 185cm tall, with a broad back and a strong build, like a dark block.
It was still the familiar greeting, and the referee gave the order and the game started again.
The two men were like two cautious wild animals, swaying from side to side and sizing each other up. Stretch your arms slightly and try to touch the other person's clothes.
The shorter man has more sophisticated techniques and is more flexible in his movements. He uses the following moves in turn: small combination, scoop, end kick, crotch-penetrating, clamp, and dig.
The tall guy is more direct. He can defeat skill with one force. His movements are simple, and he is adept at hooking, pinning, wrapping, kicking, bending, and spreading the opponent's wings.
Song Shuqian and Tiantian held hands and felt nervous for them.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Shorty one". Song Shuqian answered with a firm voice.
"Why?"
Song Shuqian explained, "These contestants were selected by various production teams. They couldn't have deliberately chosen a bad one. That means this little guy has his own unique advantages.
Look at his expression, he is always very peaceful and doesn't seem nervous at all. This means he still has a trump card.
So, it's him. "
Liu Xinguo whispered to Wei Jianguo, "Sister-in-law is good. She doesn't understand the techniques, but she understands people's hearts. She has taken a different approach."
Wei Jianguo is arrogant, and his wife is the most powerful.
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