Chapter 80 (Second Update)
Although Yan Ruyi and Song Yiping often engaged in sexual activity, Song Yiping always took precautions each time.
Even during her safe period, she would still diligently wear a small umbrella.
Therefore, she definitely cannot be pregnant.
Perhaps the doctor was just asking a routine question, so I told the doctor, "No."
The doctor then touched her stomach and said, "That's just extra flesh."
Yan Ruyi looked down in shock and saw that her lower abdomen was indeed swollen.
She's got a little tummy!
Come to think of it, when the weather is warm, she would take a walk with Song Yiping after dinner.
Since it got cold, she hasn't wanted to go out; she just stays in bed after meals.
How can I not gain weight?
Yan Ruyi came out and kept glaring at Song Yiping.
Song Yiping asked her softly, "What's wrong?"
Yan Ruyi complained, "It's all your fault! You made me gain weight, and the doctor said I even have a little belly."
Song Yiping, "I asked you to practice military boxing with me, but you wouldn't do it."
Yan Ruyi said sadly, "I'll practice military boxing with you tomorrow morning."
Running in the morning is absolutely out of the question, but she thinks practicing a set of military boxing exercises should be fine.
After the examination, the results for the three people came out quickly.
Ye Hongzhen has a slight lumbar muscle strain, and Yan Guoqiang has a mild fatty liver.
As for Yan Ruyi, she has gained weight.
Ye Hongjuan was worried, so before filming, she specifically dragged Yan Ruyi to have her urine tested.
It turns out she simply gained weight.
Looking at the sumptuous meal on the table that evening, Yan Ruyi held her chopsticks, her mind in turmoil.
Song Yiping kindly advised her, "Why don't you start dieting tomorrow?"
Yan Ruyi thought it made a lot of sense, so she picked up a piece of spicy chicken with peace of mind.
Lying in bed at night, Song Yiping touched her lower abdomen and said, "Where are you fat? It's soft and fluffy, which is just right."
"You don't understand. If you get a little belly, you won't be able to wear dresses in the summer."
He then instructed Song Yiping, "When you come back from your run tomorrow, be sure to call me, and I'll teach you a set of military boxing."
Song Yiping expressed his doubts, but still agreed.
Yan Ruyi slept soundly.
The next morning, Song Yiping returned from his run and went to call Yan Ruyi, "Didn't you say you wanted to practice military boxing with me?"
Yan Ruyi didn't even open her eyes, burying her head under the covers. "I'll do it tomorrow."
She didn't practice military boxing until the Chinese New Year.
Chinese New Year is early this year, at the end of January in the Gregorian calendar.
Yan Ruyi and Song Yiping went to the military compound to celebrate the Chinese New Year.
It started snowing the evening before and didn't stop until dawn.
When Yan Ruyi lifted the curtain in the morning, she saw that the snow in the yard was half a foot thick, and Song Yiping was sweeping it with a broom.
She put on her clothes, then wrapped herself in a military overcoat. As soon as she opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, and she sneezed loudly.
Song Yiping: "It's cold outside, don't come out."
Yan Ruyi pointed to the shower room, "The snow on the roof is too thick, won't it collapse?"
Song Yiping: "I'll go up and sweep it in a bit."
They went to the military compound soon after. Song Yiping only swept a path in the yard, then borrowed a ladder from Sister Hua next door and climbed onto the roof.
Yan Ruyi stood in the courtyard, wrapped tightly in her coat, watching him intently, as if afraid that something might happen to him.
Sister Hua next door also saw Song Yiping sweeping snow on the roof and couldn't help but grumble about her husband.
"I asked you to shovel the snow off the roof, but you refused, saying it was cold. Why doesn't Commander Song complain about the cold? I think you're just lazy. You'll only do it when the roof collapses!"
Sister Hua's husband, "..."
Commander Song is the same; he's always so diligent, which makes him seem especially lazy.
Song Yiping swept all the snow off the roof before coming down.
After breakfast, Song Yiping took out the couplets he had written earlier and pasted them up.
Once the couplets for Tongtong were posted, the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year immediately began.
The two of them tidied up their home and prepared to go to the military family compound.
Sister-in-law Hua came over and said, "Ruyi, if it's inconvenient for you to take Dahua with you, you can leave it at my house."
“My mother-in-law loves cats. Yesterday she called me specifically to ask me to bring Da Hua over.”
Fang Yuru likes cats. When Song Yiping was young, she even had a lion cat.
After the lion cat died of old age, she was too busy with work and never got another one.
Unaware that Yan Ruyi had a cat, he called and asked Yan Ruyi to bring it over.
Yesterday the snow was so heavy that the jeeps parked on the roadside were covered with a thick layer of snow.
While Yan Ruyi and Sister Hua were talking, Song Yiping swept all the snow off the jeep.
"Sister Hua, we're leaving."
"Drive slowly on the road."
We couldn't drive fast on the road because the snow was too thick. Luckily, it was a military jeep with strong horsepower; if we had used a sedan, it probably would have broken down.
It was almost noon when we arrived at the military compound.
Fang Yuru was cleaning inside when she heard the loudspeaker and came out of the house.
"I was just about to call and ask when they're coming."
Yan Ruyi got out of the car carrying Da Hua. "The road is difficult to travel, so we drove slowly."
Fang Yuru saw Da Hua and reached out to touch it. "This is Da Hua, right? Its fur is so beautiful."
Big Flower has never been afraid of strangers. When Fang Yuru touched it, it didn't get angry. Instead, it meowed at Fang Yuru in a low voice.
Fang Yuru liked it even more and kept praising how beautiful the flower was.
Da Hua was fed until she was chubby and plump, and Song Yiping could understand calling her cute.
But to say that its fur was beautiful, he had some doubts about his mother's judgment.
It looks like the cat has all the colors of every cat in the world on its body. Can you call that pretty?
Song Yiping: "This fur is such a mess, how is it pretty?"
Fang Yuru said, "You don't understand. In a cat's eyes, the more mixed the fur colors, the more beautiful it is."
Song Yiping, "..."
That's just how it appears to a cat, but the problem is they're not cats! From a human perspective, their fur does look ugly.
Fang Yuru and Yan Ruyi glared at him at the same time.
If he dares to say another word about Da Hua Chou, his mother and daughter-in-law might gang up on him.
He wisely kept quiet.
Fang Yuru said, "Don't stand outside, come inside quickly."
Song Yiping entered the house but didn't see Grandpa Song or Song Chengren. "Grandpa and Dad aren't home?"
"They both went to the New Year's gathering and probably won't be back until tonight."
Fang Yuru took a plate from the kitchen; the plate contained fried small fish.
"Before Aunt Liu went home, she specially fried this for Da Hua. Da Hua, come and eat the fish."
She put the plate on the ground, and Da Hua ran over, smelled it, and then happily ate it.
When Yan Ruyi saw that Fang Yuru was wearing arm sleeves, she took off her coat and said, "Mom, where hasn't been cleaned yet? Let me clean it."
Fang Yuru said, "There's only a little left. You don't need to do any more. We haven't had time to write the Spring Festival couplets at home yet. You and Yiping can write them. The red paper has already been cut and is in the study."
"Then let's go write Spring Festival couplets."
Song Yiping pulled her upstairs, and after putting their things in the bedroom, the two went to the study.
The cut pieces of red paper were laid out on the desk.
With ink and a calligraphy brush readily available, Song Yiping rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began writing Spring Festival couplets.
Song Yiping wrote with flowing strokes, and soon a Spring Festival couplet was finished. Yan Ruyi stood beside him, looking on with envy.
Song Yiping asked her, "Do you want to write?"
"I want to, but my calligraphy is too ugly."
Although her handwriting cannot compare to Song Yiping's, it is still acceptable when viewed on its own.
My calligraphy is completely unpresentable.
Song Yiping pulled her into his arms, put the calligraphy brush in her hand, corrected her grip, and then held her hand.
Guided by him, Yan Ruyi quickly finished another painting with swift and skillful brushstrokes.
He took the written Spring Festival couplets aside and laid out a new sheet of red paper.
When Fang Yuru came up, she saw Song Yiping holding Yan Ruyi in his arms. The two of them were writing Spring Festival couplets together. After finishing one, they looked at each other and smiled, exuding an indescribable warmth and happiness.
Fang Yuru went downstairs quietly again.
As it was getting dark, Grandpa Song and Song Chengren returned.
In previous Spring Festivals, Fang Yuru always went to the hospital to be on duty.
This year is Yan Ruyi's first Spring Festival after getting married, and Fang Yuru specially changed her shift to spend New Year's Eve at home, which is a rare occasion.
Aunt Liu went home before the New Year, but before she left, she made a lot of New Year's goods. In addition, Song Yiping had once been an apprentice of Aunt Liu, so he also made a proper New Year's Eve dinner.
Grandpa Song was pleased and said to Song Chengren, "You still have two bottles of Moutai, and they're both here today. Take them out and drink them."
Song Chengren went to get the Moutai, and returned shortly afterward with only one bottle in his hand. He asked Fang Yuru, "I remember there were two bottles, how come there's only one left?"
Fang Yuru: "Is the other bottle somewhere else?"
"I remember putting them together."
Yan Ruyi felt a little guilty.
The other bottle was taken by Song Yiping.
She said she had never drunk Moutai before, so Song Yiping brought a bottle from home. In the end, she didn't drink it, and her second brother got the benefit.
She never expected that Song Yiping had stolen it.
She kicked Song Yiping with her foot.
Song Yiping calmly said, "I took the other bottle; I forgot to tell you."
Song Chengren: "Don't you not drink?"
"I drink a little bit every now and then."
Grandpa Song said, "Take it if you want. I have two more bottles that are even older. Yiping can come and get them whenever he has time."
Song Chengren: "Last time I asked you for it, but you still didn't give it to me."
The old man retorted confidently, "You're not Yiping!"
Song Chengren, “…”
After the New Year's Eve dinner, Fang Yuru said to Yan Ruyi, "Our family doesn't have so many rules. You can watch TV if you want, sleep if you want, and ask Yiping to take you out for a while if you want to go out."
Song Yiping asked her, "Do you want to go outside to watch the fireworks?"
Yan Ruyi: "I want to."
Fang Yuru: "It's cold outside, wear something warmer."
Song Yiping went upstairs to get a military overcoat and wrapped it around Yan Ruyi's body.
The sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the courtyard as children gathered together, laughing and setting off fireworks, jumping and skipping.
As we walked, we eventually left the military compound.
The streets were deserted. In the distance, somewhere, a large firework was being set off. The firework soared into the sky and exploded into a dazzling flower.
Around this time last year, Song Yiping went to the machine tool factory's residential compound, and the two of them strolled along the deserted road.
This year they won't have to sneak out for dates anymore.
Another firework exploded in the sky. Song Yiping pulled Yan Ruyi into his arms and gently kissed her lips. "Wife, Happy New Year!"
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Author's note: I weighed myself today, and all the 4 pounds I finally managed to lose have come back...
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