After the farce was over, everyone was still not satisfied. There were so many unreasonable things that made everyone itchy.
The little girl looked at her brother whom she had admired since childhood and asked, "Brother, why?"
"I'm sorry," my brother said only this and left with the committee members.
Things had come to this point, and the army had no way of protecting Xiaoya's brother and simply discharged him from the army.
The army gave Xiao Ya a job as compensation and she went to the county town.
It feels extremely uncomfortable to eat half of this kind of melon.
Tiantian asked around for information, but even though she considered herself an expert in gossip in the family compound, she couldn't find any clues. Everything was going well for this family until one day, the conflict between the sister-in-law and the sister-in-law became irreconcilable.
Then my sister-in-law started to make trouble and plot all kinds of schemes. The sister-in-law cried in the yard and everyone knew about it.
No one expected the final drugging and the fait accompli.
I don’t know whether the drugging was successful or not, but I know that Xiao Ya eventually married the man chosen for her by her sister-in-law.
It’s lively and busy, and time flies quickly.
In the early morning, Song Shuqian was sleeping soundly when she felt a warm embrace beside her, which seemed a little familiar.
She woke up suddenly, took out the dagger hidden under her pillow and was about to stab.
Wei Jianguo quickly grabbed Song Shuxi's hand, "Wife, it's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Song Shuqian was deflated and complained, "Why did you come back at this time without saying a word? You scared me to death."
Wei Jianguo admitted his mistake in a good-tempered manner, "It's my fault. I'll keep my voice down next time. Are you sleepy? Should I continue sleeping?"
Song Shuqian closed her eyes and her breathing soon became steady.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and sat up straight, "Have you eaten?"
Wei Jianguo just felt his heart softened as it was kneaded repeatedly by a pair of small hands, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I've eaten, and I'm hungry again. I want to eat meat."
"Oh, I'll get it for you. I've put a lot of it in the treasure gourd recently," Song Shuxi said heartlessly.
Wei Jianguo no longer counted on her and took the initiative to rush over. Of course, one has to take the initiative to get the delicious food.
It is said that a short separation is better than a new marriage. Song Shuqian has a deep understanding of this. She went back and forth, back and forth, over and over again that night.
The most infuriating thing was that this man knew the effect of the spiritual liquid, which was particularly fierce. When Song Shuqian couldn't bear it and was about to faint, he fed her some water. He repeated this process until dawn, when the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.
Song Shuqian cursed, "You beast."
Fell into a deep sleep.
Wei Jianguo's situation was just the opposite of her. He was full of energy and vigor early in the morning, like a fairy that absorbed yang energy.
After reporting on the mission status, he also took the opportunity to train the soldiers in the second battalion who were a little relaxed.
After finishing my work, I returned home and took a nap with my wife.
It was already noon when they woke up.
Song Shuqian said angrily: "Captain Wei, you have fallen. You have only just woken up at this hour."
Wei Jianguo directly knocked the man to the ground and said, "Let me check if you have abused my wife. Well, her waist is not thinner, but her legs are thinner. Oh, her bun has become a lot bigger. Let me rub it. I heard that rubbing it can make it bigger."
A lot of dirty talk...
Song Shuqian blushed and couldn't utter a word.
"Wei Jianguo"!
She thought her shout was very powerful, but in fact, when she was aroused, she was like a little kitten with its fur standing on end, so adorable.
Wei Jianguo was particularly gentle this time, not impatient or anxious, and took care of every detail.
Song Shuqian had a different experience and liked it very much.
Men in their twenties have an incredibly high level of energy.
Afterwards, Wei Jianguo held the person in his arms and coaxed him gently, waiting for the last wave of the afterglow to pass.
"Wife, come and drink some water and refresh yourself. Are you hungry? I'll cook for you."
Song Shuqian snorted, "Don't cook, there's something in the magic gourd."
Wei Jianguo rubbed her head and said, "Silly wife, who doesn't cook for a day? Just eat something first, I'll go cook." Being cautious is ingrained in Wei Jianguo's bones, and he never looks down on anyone.
Song Shuxi also got up. The couple took care of themselves, one went to cook while the other went to clean the vegetable garden.
Thinking about the things she had exchanged recently, Song Shuqian came to the kitchen. "Tiantian and I went to Yangshutun Brigade to exchange some pickled vegetable jars and a large water tank. We also exchanged a lot of mountain products, including hazelnuts, chestnuts, walnuts, pine nuts, and some pickled game. The most valuable one is a fifty-year-old ginseng."
Also, I recently saw a lively show, blah blah blah, where the story of Xiao Ya was told again and again.
This is the biggest excitement in the family compound recently.
After saying that, Song Shuxi went to play with Mo Ying.
The reason why she told Wei Jianguo was, first, to make him feel involved, so that he would have a share in the family affairs even when he was not there; second, to let him know so that if he did something wrong, he could clean up the mess in time, after all, he was a local; third, there seemed to be some secrets behind Xiao Ya's incident, and Song Shuqian was not that curious, but what if it was useful to Wei Jianguo?
It’s not hard to say it anyway.
Wei Jianguo looked at his wife with eyes full of doting.
His wife is so nice.
Wei Jianguo has completed this mission and can rest for two days.
In the afternoon, Song Shuxi asked me to practice calligraphy.
Taking out the calligraphy copybook from the Song family's collection, Song Shuqian said earnestly, "Husband, it is said that handwriting reflects the character of the person. The reason you didn't write well before was because you didn't have time to practice. Now you have time, and you have me as your teacher, so come and practice."
In his studies, Wei Jianguo has always been very obedient and practices diligently with the copybook.
Song Shuqian also felt itchy, so she took out her four treasures of the study and started practicing calligraphy.
Wei Jianguo wrote for a while, then looked up and saw the words his wife had written, "When you reach the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise."
Wei Jianguo didn't understand calligraphy and couldn't say any words of praise, but he just felt that his young wife at that time was so damn beautiful, like a fairy concubine in heaven. If she changes her clothes, she will be a young lady from a big ancient family.
I was mesmerized for a moment.
When Song Shuxi finished writing, she saw her silly husband.
He put the brush away, waved his hand in front of him and pushed it, and Wei Jianguo came back to his senses.
"Wife, you are so beautiful."
Song Shuxi was very proud. She started practicing calligraphy at the age of three, writing two large characters every day without missing a day. Her calligraphy was her pride.
"If you like me to teach you, you can practice writing with a fountain pen first. It's more practical. Once you're good at writing with a fountain pen, we can practice calligraphy secretly."
Wei Jianguo also agreed.
"What font did you write, wife?"
"This is running script, which is between cursive script and regular script. It is more flexible and very practical. I am also good at hairpin flower small regular script. That one is too delicate and not suitable for you."
"Wife, you worked hard when you were a child and learned so many things."
Wei Jianguo really felt that his wife was working hard. He had read the research materials on his wife. She was proficient in English, German and Russian, could play the piano, draw, dance, understand management and technology. But even if she only learned the basics, it would be very tiring. His wife was only 18 years old.
I only now realize that he is also proficient in calligraphy and Chinese painting.
Song Shuqian felt a little guilty. Everything that she and the original owner had learned had now been inherited by her. "It was really hard."
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