Chapter 41 The first time sleeping in the same bed The first time sleeping in the same bed...
"Clang—"
The fire tongs slammed to the ground, interrupting the chirping of crickets and frogs in the darkness. The handles bounced off the ground and hit his bare feet in clogs.
A dull pain came, but Zhang Min had no time to pay attention to it. He just retracted his feet and stared at his wife in a daze.
What did she say just now?
Ye Jindian frowned and lowered her head to check on him: "How is your foot? Is it okay? Is it hurt?"
Zhang Min held her shoulders with both hands to prevent her from bending down.
Ye Jindian looked up in confusion.
"Madam, you just said, said—"
He was afraid that he had misheard the rest of the words, so he didn't dare repeat them for fear of being rude.
Clearly, just now, they had done something even more intimate, and he had handed over his most vulnerable part to her, but at this moment he was still nervous, tense, and uneasy.
Ye Jindian realized it belatedly and felt a little embarrassed. She avoided his gaze and said, "Forget it if you didn't hear it clearly."
What I said just now was just a momentary expression of emotion.
As she spoke, she was about to stand up.
Zhang Min had forgotten she was cooking noodles and didn't stand up to leave the kitchen. He immediately grabbed her sleeve anxiously and looked up, saying, "I, I heard it clearly."
He looked at her with an anxious look on his face, as if he was afraid that she would go back on her word.
Ye Jindian had no choice but to stir the noodles with her left hand to see if they were cooked.
Hearing no response, Zhang Min panicked, fearing he would miss this golden opportunity to get closer to his wife. He whispered tentatively, "Then shall I go back to the room and bring the bedding over?"
Ye Jindian held the spatula and looked down at him: "What are you doing with the quilt?"
Zhang Min's eyes were red, and he looked pitiful: "My wife..."
How could she take the opportunity back so quickly?
"Do you dislike my bedding because it's too thin or not clean?" Ye Jindian pinched his face with her backhand, bent down and kissed him, "It's no use disliking it. Either come over and sleep here, or you can sleep alone."
Zhang Min's eyes sparkled: "My wife!"
"Shh!" Ye Jindian covered his mouth and glared at him with a red face, "Don't wake up the people next door."
It would be shameful to bother others with such a thing.
She is not that shameless, but she is not that shameless either.
Zhang Min nodded, and when she let go, he pulled her sleeve, looking at her with bright eyes, like a big dog waiting for someone to pat his head.
Ye Jindian couldn't help it and reached out to scratch his chin.
Zhang Min: “???”
Is there something wrong with your action, madam?
Ye Jindian coughed lightly, put the noodles into the bowl, and placed the fried lard and vegetables on top of the noodles: "Come, eat."
The two of them sat at a long table set up by the window, eating a bowl of steaming noodles under the moonlight, peach branches, banana leaves, green bamboo, the croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas.
Whenever we glance at each other while shoveling noodles, we can't help but laugh.
Ye Jindian's cheeks were puffed up, and she was afraid that she would spit out the noodles, so she had to turn her face away, swallow it first, and then look back at him. But Zhang Min didn't look away. When she turned her head to look at him again, his black eyes lit up and his smile became even more intense.
"What are you looking at me for?" Ye Jindian turned sideways to prevent him from looking. "Eat quickly."
Having said that, she couldn't control the corners of her mouth, which were still upturned like a crescent moon in the sky.
After she finished eating, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and walked slowly outside to digest her food.
Zhang Min cleaned up the dishes and stove, washed his hands with soap, went back to the room to get the wooden basin and cloth towel for both of them, scooped out the hot water from the other pot and mixed it into warm water, then put it on the wooden lid of the water tank to rinse his mouth and wash his face.
Watching her scooping water with a cloth and patting it on her face, his eyes inevitably fell on the hand with symmetrical and strong knuckles. Thinking of the feeling of thin calluses scraping against her tightening hands, his face turned red again and he didn't know where to look.
He quickly buried his face in the water to calm down.
Well, I can't calm down at all.
Zhang Min raised his face, silently wiped away the water marks with a cloth, and rubbed his neck and ears repeatedly.
Remembering that there was still half a bucket of water in the pot, he cleared his throat and said nervously: "My wife, why don't you go back to bed first and I'll take a shower."
Rush again?
Didn’t they chat under the porch looking at the moon after taking a bath?
Ye Jindian was confused, but she let him do it and turned around to pour the water into the tank filled with dirty water.
She returned to the inner room and took out the old notes to read them carefully.
Zhang Min scrubbed himself several times with a cloth, bent down to smell the smell on his body, but still felt that it was not good enough. He went back to the room to light incense, dry the clothes, and took the opportunity to look through the almanac and ancient books to see if there were any special rules for the two of them to sleep together.
However, ancient books only recorded the etiquette of sexual intercourse in another sense, and did not record anything else. Even "Xuan Zi" and "Fang X Shu" did not mention it.
He could only throw the book back with regret, and walked over with empty hands, wearing a scented pajamas, feeling a little nervous.
Ye Jindian heard footsteps, put the notes away, and snuggled into the quilt in a normal manner: "Put out the candle and go to sleep."
She put her hands on her collar, hesitated for a moment, and was too embarrassed to take it off, so she simply pulled up the quilt and lay down, moving inward.
Zhang Min responded, blew out the candle, walked to the edge of the bed, picked up a corner of the quilt, and lay down next to the bed.
He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't help but listen to the breathing and movements of the person next to him, and couldn't help but smell the unique peach blossom scent on the quilt. His brain was out of control and he kept recalling the absurdity that had been covered up by the thin blanket in the corridor.
My heart was beating wildly and out of order.
The flag was raised again, causing him to turn stiffly outward, but he almost fell off the bed, and the quilt slipped from his shoulders to his back.
His cautious movements made Ye Jindian, who kept swallowing, feeling uncomfortable and trying hard to adapt, laugh and cry.
Someone was more nervous than her, and she suddenly stopped being nervous.
"Husband." Ye Jindian turned sideways to look at the back of his head and said helplessly, "Turn around."
Zhang Min said "Oh" slowly, turned around slowly, closed his eyes tightly, and reached out to grab the bed board.
His back was in line with the edge of the bed.
Ye Jindian didn't know that he was leaning against the edge of the bed. She moved forward, propped up her elbows, and wanted to share the quilt with him in half.
When she raised her hands, she almost half-circled him.
Zhang Min's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the collarbone and smooth shoulders that were visible through the thin shirt.
His face flushed instantly, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously stepped back, but accidentally rolled onto the footstool.
The soft black hair spread on the flowing moonlight, like a pool of beautiful autumn water.
Ye Jindian: “…”
She looked at the palm-sized area next to her hand and fell into deep thought.
I know my husband is thin-skinned, but this is a bit too thin. He is so restrained even when we sleep in the same bed.
"Get up quickly." She quickly moved to the bedside, bent down and helped the man up.
The nights in late spring and early summer were as cool as water, and it was easy to catch a cold. How could her husband, with such a fragile body, withstand it?
The thin shirt was loose to begin with, and when Ye Jindian bent down, the water-red shirt with peach branch embroidery pattern appeared clearly in front of Zhang Min.
He lowered his head and climbed up, not daring to look around. His neck and ears were as red as blood.
"Are you okay?"
Ye Jindian reached out and rubbed his bumped knee, then turned his palm over and looked at the flowing moonlight.
Fortunately, the footrest is wide enough and is cleaned regularly, so there are no thorns or stones.
She pulled him to the middle with lingering fear and said, "Just lie here and don't move outside."
What if it breaks?
Zhang Min nodded randomly, closed his eyes and lay down.
Ye Jindian was still worried, so she simply took his right arm, put her face on his arm and slept, then reached out and patted his chest: "Sleep well."
She was used to going to bed early, and when she felt sleepy, she didn't take her hand away, but placed it on his chest.
Zhang Min was so excited that he couldn't sleep, so he gently covered it with his palm.
He really wanted to hold the hand in his palm, rub it on his face, and then bring it to his mouth and kiss it.
But when he lowered his eyes to see her sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to disturb her sleep. He could only hold his hand lightly under the quilt and watch her giggle alone for half the night.
He was so sleepy in the second half of the night that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
*
The next day.
The frosty dawn light came in through the window, passed through the green tent and fell in front of the couch, like green water pouring down on the ground.
Outside the window, birds are chirping, making the branches shake and the leaves rustle under their feet; the family next door is busy preparing dinner, and the air is filled with the aroma of smoke and food.
The two woke up in a daze and saw each other, and both thought it was a dream for a while.
After closing my eyes and taking a nap for a while, I finally woke up completely. But when I opened my eyes again, I could clearly see that the other person's clothes were thin and messy, and I felt a little embarrassed.
Ye Jindian pulled up the quilt to cover her face, leaving only a pair of eyes looking up.
He glanced at her, then lowered his eyes.
His palm suddenly felt empty, and Zhang Min subconsciously wanted to grab the escaping hand, but then he remembered something and controlled himself.
He just lowered his eyes and stared at the flower print embroidered on the edge of the quilt, not looking at his wife.
But the rich scent of peach blossoms and the warmth beside him reminded him of his wife's presence.
The flag is not obeying the command again.
Zhang Min quickly stood up and bent down to put on his shoes: "I'll go boil some water and wash up. Madam, get dressed and comb your hair first."
He ran in such a hurry that he bent down halfway to pick up his loose heel.
Seeing him panicking, Ye Jindian couldn't help but lean over and remind him, "Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold."
"Okay." Zhang Min paused in his rush to the kitchen, turned back to the house to put on his clothes, and while fastening his leather belt, he hurried to fetch water and light a fire.
After the firewood had burned through, he returned to the inner room to comb his hair and calm himself down.
He paced back and forth in the room with light steps, trying to convince himself: As a husband and wife, it is natural to sleep in the same bed. There is no need to feel guilty or panic.
But when he thought of his wife in light clothes, looking at him with concern, her peach blossom eyes full of him, he couldn't help but have some... unclean thoughts.
He slapped his forehead, but the distracting thoughts didn't go away, so he banged it lightly against the wall.
It’s not that I feel sorry for myself, I’m just afraid that the noise will be too loud and make my wife worry and ask questions.
Delusions grow like mushrooms popping up in a dark and damp place. They grow extremely fast as you pull them out one by one.
He simply couldn't help it.
"Zhang Zimei, ah Zhang Zimei..." He placed his hands on the edge of the table, staring at the person in the bronze mirror and accusing him, "You are a beast!"
At this moment, a casual voice came from outside the window: "That beast in the room, can you please say a word?"
Zhang Min: “…”
He straightened his appearance, went to open the window with a sullen face, and looked at the three people with dark circles under their eyes, who seemed to have not slept all night. Belatedly, he remembered something.
Xie Zhaoming smiled gently: "Watching the moon and drinking?"
Gongsun Shuo folded his arms and sneered, "Brothers, let's get together?"
Li Wuji leaned against the window: "Waiting for you next door?"
Zhang Min: “…”
Xie Zhaoming waved his fan: "Beast."
Gongsun Shuo tapped his fingers: "Beast."
Li Wuji squinted and said, "You beast."
Three people spoke one word in three different tones, each one higher and colder than the last.
Zhang Min: “…”
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