"You should check the doors and windows every night and don't get too close to the railings of the small balcony."
"Don't go into the kitchen. Our pots are quite heavy, and the lids are heavy too. It's too hard to cook for one person. You can just stay in the cafeteria for a while. I'll make you something delicious when I come back."
"Don't ride your bike anymore. Walk to and from get off work. Or should I have someone pick you up every day?"
"Don't go up the mountain when I'm not home. It's foggy this morning and the mountain roads are slippery. It's too dangerous."
"If you want to go up the mountain, go later, wait until the sun rises, and come back when you reach the mountainside."
"Home...there is not much firewood at home!" After Ying Mingcheng finished talking to her, he suddenly started talking about his plans after he was not at home. As he was talking, he suddenly thought about firewood and almost jumped up and ran out.
"No need to be so anxious. The kang is not heated now, so why would we need so much firewood?" Mu Huaixi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that he was going to fight with the firewood outside until dawn, she finally stopped him after much persuasion.
But although he stopped Ying Mingcheng from chopping firewood, he could not stop him from cleaning the house. He first rushed upstairs to change the sheets and quilt covers, threw them at the door and said he would wash them tomorrow, and then checked the new cabinets and bookcases in the living room, and nailed them against the wall for fear of accidents.
Originally, Ying Mingcheng did most of the housework in their home, and the windows and tables had always been clean and tidy, but Ying Mingcheng still cleaned up the house again and rearranged the positions of the things on the cabinets.
"Xiao Xi, come here."
Mu Huaixi, who was confined to the kang table reading a book and drinking tea, heard the call and immediately went over with the hot water bottle that he had forced upon her.
Ying Mingcheng was standing in front of the shelf. Seeing her walking quickly towards him, he hurried forward to greet her. "Be careful. I just mopped the floor. You must be careful."
Before Mu Huaixi could say anything, he continued, "Blame me, blame me. I should mop the floor again tomorrow morning."
In fact, there was only a little water stain on the ground, but Ying Mingcheng had already reached out to help her. Seeing how cautious he was, Mu Huaixi had no choice but to purse her lips and put her hand on him, letting him half-support and half-help her to the cabinet.
"These are the books you often read. I've moved them to a position that's more convenient for you. These are the ones you asked me to help you get before, but they were placed too high, so I've moved them down. And these are under the cabinets, so please bend over if you can," Ying Mingcheng pointed to the rearranged cabinets and introduced them one by one.
Mu Huaixi looked in the direction he pointed, feeling deeply moved.
There were three new cabinets in the living room. Two of them were custom-made by Xiao Gao when she arrived, and were shipped back with the medicine cabinet from the clinic. One held small household items like flashlights and medicine boxes, while the other held snacks, tea sets, and lunch boxes.
The other, somewhat crude, multi-layered shelf was made by Ying Mingcheng during the Chinese New Year. On this shelf were placed the couple's books and materials, her instruments and frequently read medical records, as well as small objects he made from bullet shells and his medals.
Originally, she had more things on the shelf, so Ying Mingcheng's medals were squeezed on the top. Now he put all the medals in a basket and placed it at the bottom, and moved his own things up and down, making room for good spots where he didn't have to stand on tiptoe or bend over.
"......" Mu Huaixi looked at the two large baskets of abandoned medical records occupying the C position, not knowing what to say.
Ying Mingcheng pulled her to the stairs again and said, "Our stairs are a bit unsafe. They creak when you step on them. Why don't you sleep on the kang bed downstairs for a while?"
Before Mu Huaixi could answer, he changed his mind again. "No. The kang bed is too close to the window, and the night wind will give you a headache. Besides, it will be too damp downstairs in a while. You should sleep upstairs."
"Shall I install some handrails on the wall? That way you can hold on to them when you go up and down the stairs more slowly."
He was thinking to himself, but Mu Huaixi was so moved that her eyes were blurred. The last bit of anxiety in her heart about having a child was gone. With such a person caring about her, what else did she have to worry about?
Mu Huaixi quietly touched the corner of her eyes, and suddenly stretched out her arms to hug Ying Mingcheng, who was busy estimating the size and angle. The man's back was too broad, so her hands moved slightly down and wrapped around his waist.
"Hmm?" Ying Mingcheng was originally leaning forward on the stairs, but when he saw her hugging him from behind, he adjusted his stance so that she could lean on him more comfortably.
Mu Huaixi felt his unceasing care, and the sweetness in her heart became even greater. She didn't want to say anything, but just put her cheek against his back and stayed there quietly for a while.
Ying Mingcheng seemed to sense the emotions churning in her silence, so he just stood with her and gently held her hands that were wrapped around him.
Silence is better than words at this moment, lovers never need to say much.
As he lay down on the bed, Ying Mingcheng suddenly felt like naming the child. "Xiao Xi, how about having a daughter and naming her Ying Danying? Or Ying Nuo?"
"......", Mu Huaixi had never thought about this matter. She had no idea for the moment, so she asked him what these two names meant.
"Dancheng is as red as blood. Grandpa said that the next generation can use the character Dan, or they can be less particular." Ying Mingcheng's name did not follow the generation set by the family. Their family said that there were many things to pay attention to, but in fact, no one in the family took it too seriously.
Mu Huaixi knew that the Ying family was once a wealthy family, but when she thought about Grandpa Ying's name, she was puzzled because there was no "Ru" in it.
"Oh, my grandfather changed his name to Yinglong after he joined the revolution. He said it meant he was domineering and good at fighting." Ying Mingcheng paused and said to her in a low voice, "Actually, I think he disliked his real name. His real name is Ying Ruyu, and he used to be called Jade Master!"
Mu Huaixi thought about the once elegant young man Yu Shao, and then thought about his grandfather who was scolded by his grandmother by pulling his ears, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"It seems that this name must be chosen well. I need to think about it carefully. How about telling Grandpa tomorrow and letting him help me think of it?"
"Let's wait for you to come back. When the month is a little later, we can call grandpa together." Mu Huaixi didn't want to let the old man down for nothing.
Although Ying Mingcheng felt that her worries were unnecessary, he did not mention it again. He just pulled her into his arms again and said, "I'll put the thick quilt on top. If it's cold at night after I leave, you can take her out and change her."
"Spring is almost here," Mu Huaixi hit him, but she felt a little empty in her heart. In the past, she would be too cold to sleep during the late spring cold, but with Ying Mingcheng by her side, the quilt was always warm, and she would never have cold feet while sleeping again.
She sighed in her heart, reluctant to let him go before he left. Just then, Ying Mingcheng moved towards her, and the constant warmth came to her, and she soon became drowsy.
In a state of half-sleep, Mu Huaixi suddenly had a question: Did Ying Mingcheng have children in his previous life?
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