Chapter 74 I am willing to comb my wife's hair I am willing to comb my wife's hair
The slightly chilly night wind made the branches rustle.
Fireflies are as sparse as the moonlight tonight, flickering among the dark branches and leaves like stars.
Ye Jindian let go at the first touch.
She stood up straight, supported herself with her hands and jumped off the windowsill.
Zhang Min was pulled to the couch by his sleeve in a daze, and fell asleep with the starry sky as his pillow.
The crickets chirped tirelessly all night long, and Ye Jindian also had a deep sleep all night long.
In the dream, the sand dunes are desolate——
Zhang Min, a young man wearing a thin bronze mask, held the reins in one hand and extended his other hand toward her, palm open. "Want to try?"
She placed her fingers on it, stepped on the stirrup, and the young man lifted her up with force, successfully climbing onto the horse's back.
The horse took two steps and swayed a little, and she froze instantly.
"Don't be afraid." A hand pressed against the back of her hand. The horse's back instantly transformed into a vast expanse of sand dunes. The young man softly embraced her from behind, lifted her wrist, drew the bowstring, and aimed at the poplar trees not far away. "Go for it."
The boy's voice was hoarse as if it had been worn out by the desert, and there was no trace of the deep and pleasant voice that followed, or the gentle and mellow voice that was forced out.
"call out--"
Ye Jindian watched the arrow shoot out.
"Bang!"
The edamame shells fell at the roots of the poplar tree.
They sat on the abandoned city wall, watching the sunset sinking in the distance.
The setting sun was like the tail feathers of a vermilion bird, lightly sweeping across the edge of the vast yellow sand, leaving behind a patch of red gold.
The brilliant afterglow fell on the young self's face, casting a circle of furry golden edges, causing the dreaming self to begin to doubt whether this was someone else or her.
The young man next to her squeezed the salted edamame, poured it into her palm, and threw the bean shells under the poplar tree.
Ye Jindian thought clearly in her dream that she knew the day. It was a spring day in the second year of their acquaintance.
In the late autumn of the previous year, there was a clerk in the military camp who was in charge of accounting. He had not seen his wife in the wounded camp for ten days, but instead fell in love with a laundry woman who set up a stall outside the camp.
At that time, she was making weapons in the logistics department, not far from the wounded camp, and she recognized the unfortunate wife - Liu Sanniang.
She also got involved in the matter of catching the adulterer.
Well, fighting is not allowed in the military camp, so she kicked the unfaithful man in the belly.
The kick was so powerful that it sent the man directly to the feet of Zhang Min who was passing by.
The young brother seemed unable to stop his steps and stepped heavily on the clerk's right hand which was holding the pen. The bones immediately made a "crack" sound and he let out a scream as if he could not bear the weight, but it was quickly drowned out by the even more miserable scream coming from the clerk's mouth.
At that time, a not very sincere "apology" came from behind the thin copper mask.
She seemed—
I even chuckled about it.
However, the dismissed clerk was unwilling to suffer such a great loss. He spread rumors everywhere, saying that his wife stayed in the wounded camp every day and had already had an affair with other wounded soldiers.
Fortunately, the commander-in-chief and the military advisor at that time were a loving couple. They were particularly dissatisfied with these things. They directly dragged the clerk to clarify the rumors and punished him severely, beating his buttocks to pieces.
Later, I heard that the clerk was blocked by a group of people in an alley in the city, put into a sack, and beaten, leaving both legs lame.
The washerwoman didn't want to take care of him, so she took his money and left the border town with a deserter.
It is said that the washerwoman was carried away by a wolf while escaping, and the deserter was also caught up and executed.
A group of women who made a living by mending near the military camp, holding the clothes sent by Liu Sanniang, kept sighing: "Out of nowhere, her husband is gone, and she has a daughter who is only a few years old... How can they live as an orphan and a widow?"
Although these ladies had kindly introduced several strong soldiers, they were of mixed quality. Some were after beautiful women, some were after compensation and rewards from the army, and some were after young girls.
Liu Sanniang simply announced that she would be a widow for the rest of her life and would never remarry.
Ye Jindian knows how hard it is for an orphan and a widow to suffer.
Therefore, she later counted the money she had saved and used almost all of it to buy a place for Liu Sanniang to live.
Even so, the world is still very harsh on women.
I was rejected, harassed, and threatened when renting a house; I was cheated and had my price inflated; my work was coveted by the employer and my money was deducted...
She couldn't even count how many doors she had broken with the help of the stick.
By the time the dust settled, it was already spring.
That day, just like in a dream, she and her brother sat in the ruins, eating edamame, gazing at the lone smoke in the desert and the setting sun over the long river. She sighed, "It's not a woman's fault to meet the wrong man. Women are inherently strong. Even without men, we can survive on our own."
The younger brother just said "hmm" at that time.
His head tilted slightly towards her, and he seemed to be looking at her for a long time.
After she had vented all the winter's frustrations, she clasped her hands together and made a sincere wish to heaven and earth: "I hope everything will go smoothly for Sanniang from now on."
The young man Zhang Min waited for her to open her eyes and said, "What about you?"
Ye Jindian tilted her head in confusion: "Hmm?"
The hoarse voice of the boy in the dream became clear and warm at this moment, and very familiar.
He said, "So... do you have any wishes?"
"If I had to say a wish, it would be—" She pondered for a moment, gazing at the dark shadow of an owl flying across the sky like a crimson feather, and said shamelessly, "I hope the powerful and influential people in this world will give me a chance to settle down and make a living."
The sunset fell in the dream, and the past dialogues gradually became blurred.
Ye Jindian fell into a deep sleep.
*
The long night dissipates.
In the early morning, a long branch knocked on the window, urging her to get up.
Ye Jindian woke up with the sound of "Shua", and rarely met the pair of dark and moist eyes of the person next to her.
Before my vision cleared up again from the haziness, I felt a chill and heat on my lips, along with a sweet apricot blossom scent that seeped into my lips and tongue.
"My wife."
Zhang Min lay on the pillow, looking at her with bright eyes.
After waking up, I can still lie next to her, quietly watching her for a long time, waiting for her to wake up. How wonderful it is, he thought.
Ye Jindian covered her eyes and took a long time to relax, reviewing the conversation between the two in the dream, and did not respond for a long time.
In her dream, she seemed to have thought of a very important question...
"Madam?" Zhang Min's voice changed, and he jumped to his feet. "Are you feeling unwell? Are you dizzy? Are you in pain? Or are you feeling nauseous?"
Ye Jindian held his panicked hand and opened her eyes.
Zhang Min lowered his head, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, afraid that he couldn't hear what she said: "Madam, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Ye Jindian looked at his damp, cold face and reached out to wipe away the water droplets on his temples. "Don't you have to go to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion today?"
Zhang Min shook his head: "My wife has to go for a consultation today. I will accompany you first and go later."
He has already explained everything, so it doesn't matter if I go there later.
Now is the time to slowly close the net. If he appears too frequently, it will easily scare the other party.
"Are you really okay?" He was more worried about her. "Are you not dizzy, in pain, or feeling nauseous?"
Ye Jindian turned over, got up, and put on her clothes: "I'm not dizzy, I'm not in pain, and I don't want to vomit."
After a series of responses, she couldn't help laughing.
——She had only seen such subtle conversations in storybooks and had never heard them in ordinary times.
Zhang Min said in a faint voice: "Madam——"
"I'm not..." Ye Jindian put on her clothes and turned around, facing a frowning white bun, "Pfft - I'm not laughing at you."
Zhang Min: “…”
This statement is really not convincing at all.
but--
Seeing that she still had a smile on her face, the resentment on his face could no longer be stabilized, and his eyebrows slowly curved and raised.
Ye Jindian turned around to comb her hair, and he followed, squatting behind her and playing with her hair with his fingers. Unconsciously, he had braided a loose little braid.
When he was pulling up his braid, he happened to meet a pair of eyes in the bronze mirror that were looking at him with a smile.
Zhang Min let go with a swish, then stood up and put his hands behind his back. Ye Jindian reached back to touch her, pinched out the braid, and looked up at him.
He lowered his eyes and said, "My lady, I was wrong. I was bothering you."
The narrow black pupils at the ends of the eyes were squeezed together to form a round and moist black grape.
So pitiful.
“…”
Ye Jindian put the comb in his palm and said, "If you are not in a hurry, how about combing my hair for me?"
Zhang Min's brows relaxed, and he raised his head, taking the wooden comb as if facing a formidable enemy: "But I, I don't know how to comb women's hair."
When she ran away, A-mei had already learned to tie her hair by herself and didn't need her elder brother to do it for her.
He had never tried combing a woman's hair before.
"I'll teach you."
Ye Jindian pulled his hand, placed it on her shoulder, sat up straight, and gestured with the left side of her hair, asking him to fiddle with the right side of her hair and follow her movements.
He was careful and smart, and actually learned quickly, but he was overly cautious and always afraid of hurting her and getting her hair loose, forcing him to start all over again.
After his hair was done, his forehead was covered in sweat.
But also...
Strangely delighted.
Ye Jindian tied her hair up and went to wash up.
He wiped his face beside it and looked at it curiously for a long time.
He hung up the cloth and said, "Madam, what style of bun do you like?"
After he learns a little, he will be able to tie his wife's hair when he has time.
Ye Jindian spat out the tea salt in her mouth and wet the cloth: "Anything is fine, as long as it looks good."
Zhang Min simply thought about how she usually tied her hair and figured out what she liked.
After washing her face, Ye Jindian began to clean the towel, tidy up the basin, and prepare to carry the basket to pick vegetables for breakfast.
Zhang Min came back to his senses and pressed her in front of the stove: "Just sit down, my lady."
He grabbed the basket and put it aside, then bustled in and out, washing the pot and adding water, picking and washing vegetables, kneading and cutting dough, and cutting a piece of bacon from the beam and setting it aside.
The water is boiling.
Zhang Min put the noodles in and stirred them.
He coughed lightly and squatted down: "Madam, if you keep looking at me like that... well..."
The watery light in the black eyes trembled and shook.
Ye Jindian kissed him once and then stopped, continuing to support her chin: "So, my husband doesn't let others see him easily?"
"No, not really." Zhang Min's mind was confused for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly argued, "But it's also not that easy."
Ye Jindian looked at him with a smile: "You stuttered. What are you nervous about?"
Zhang Min's eyes unconsciously drooped and fell on the lips soaked in warm water. His eyelashes trembled slightly, bounced up, and met the peach blossom eyes.
The smile in the peach blossom eyes is as warm as spring.
His eyes also trembled, turned slightly to the side, and then met hers again.
Throat is a little itchy.
His Adam's apple rolled to relieve the pain, and he wanted to get close to her to ask for help, but he couldn't help feeling guilty about what happened yesterday. He wanted to get up and find something to do to distract himself from the unbearable itch in his heart.
Ye Jindian held the back of his neck, tilted her head back, and took the initiative to deepen the kiss that was filled with the aroma of peach, apricot, tea and salt.
Zhang Min's hands were stained with water and flour, and were a little greasy. He didn't dare to touch her, so he could only open his arms, passively surrender, and respond carefully and gently.
Not long after, his instincts were gradually aroused as he was conquered. He held the stove tightly, held her neck with his fist and arms, and attacked her swiftly, devouring her.
——Like a snow wolf that has been hungry for three days and three nights.
What gentleness, kindness and warmth? It's all gone to hell.
All that remains is the almost instinctive approach and grabbing.
I wish I could get into her body, become one with her bones and blood, and never be separated.
In this way, there is no need to hesitate, worry, or be afraid.
Ye Jindian felt as if her lips and tongue had been taken away by the roots, and now all the tingling sensations were just residual illusions.
If the firewood had not fallen from the stove with a "pop" sound and sparks, she would have been swallowed.
Zhang Min subconsciously picked her up with one hand to avoid the sparks, put her on the bench next to him and sat her down. He turned around and pushed the firewood back into the stove to clear away the sparks.
After doing these things, his rationality returned a little later, suppressing his instincts again and reminding him what he had just done.
He slowly stood up, gripped the spatula tightly, and stirred the soup that was like his confused thoughts.
Whether it is the strength to kiss or hug someone, they are not possessed by the "weak scholar", and the flaw he revealed is quite big.
My wife is so smart...
"Husband."
Zhang Min's body stiffened and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like a wooden box on the dock that was hooked by an iron hook, swaying and not knowing where it would fall.
His ears were also buzzing and whistling.
The spatula in his hand was almost broken into two pieces by him.
He didn't even dare to look back at her.
Even just a glance.
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