Yun Qiao waited until the evening, when He Tingjun just came home from get off work, and told him that her mother-in-law had invited their family to go to the southwest to celebrate the New Year.
"Mom told me that officers at the battalion level and above can buy plane tickets with their officer ID and letter of introduction, and can bring their immediate family members with them. So, even with a layover, it only takes one day to get from Harbin to Southwest Spring City. If you factor in the road from Harbin to the base, the trip will only take two or three days. Should we go?"
After listening to this, He Tingjun shook his head and said, "It's not possible during the Lunar New Year. You have to apply for a long vacation a month in advance, and applying now won't be in time for the Lunar New Year."
Yun Qiao didn't feel too sad when she heard this, as she had already anticipated that she might not be able to go.
She nodded and said, "Okay, then call Mom back later and tell her not to keep her waiting."
He Tingjun nodded in agreement, and after dinner, he played with Yanyan for a while. When Yanyan fell asleep, he went out to make a phone call.
More than half an hour later, Yun Qiao had finished washing up for a while before He Tingjun came back after finishing his phone call.
When he came back, Yun Qiao was in the west bedroom.
Yuanyuan knitted a knitted hat, originally for Yunqiao, but she didn't get the size right, so it felt a bit tight on Yunqiao's scalp. It was difficult to make it bigger, so Yuanyuan wanted to take it apart and re-knit it, but Yunqiao didn't let her. After all, she had worked so hard to make it, and taking it apart would cause more trouble. She planned to keep it and give it to Yanyan in two years. The beige color would be suitable for little girls, and then she could use bright colors to crochet a few small flowers on the edge of the hat, so that it would be no different from the ones sold in grocery stores.
Yun Qiao heard the sound of a door opening outside. He put down the hat in his hand, said something to Feng Juan, and came out of the west room, closing the door behind him.
He Tingjun was standing behind the door, taking off his sheepskin hat and patting the falling snow on his military coat.
Yun Qiao walked over, took a towel from the clothes hanger behind the door, and said, "I'll help you."
"Okay." He Tingjun stopped and opened his arms for Yun Qiao to help.
Yun Qiao quickly brushed off all the snowflakes on his body and asked him, "What did Mom say on the phone?"
"Nothing much to say. If we can't go last year, we can go next year. Let's start preparing early next year, then take a long vacation and have a good time there."
As he spoke, He Tingjun took off his military coat and hung it behind the door. He then picked up the thermos, added some hot water to the basin of cold water, and put his cold hands in to soak.
Feeling the warm temperature spreading upwards from his hands, He Tingjun sighed comfortably.
Yun Qiao's ears felt a little hot, so he turned around and went back to the master bedroom.
She took off her shoes and got on the kang. She didn't need to wash them again after washing up. Yun Qiao took off her coat, lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.
After a while, He Tingjun also pushed the door and returned to the master bedroom.
He brushed his teeth, washed his hands and feet, took off his clothes and walked over to Yun Qiao. Yun Qiao could even smell the scent of the lotion on his face.
He Tingjun used to avoid using face cream. According to the tough, manly men in the army, wearing face cream wasn't enough for a man. It was just too effeminate. But it was cold in Northeast China, and the kang in the house was heated, so without face cream, his face would become chapped and irritated.
When Yanyan had just come out of confinement, He Tingjun was fond of his fair and tender baby girl. He put his face against Yanyan's and rubbed it against hers. At that time, he hadn't applied any face cream yet, and his rough skin rubbed Yanyan so hard that she cried.
From then on, in order to be closer to his precious daughter, He Tingjun applied the vanishing cream on time and diligently, morning and night, without skipping a meal.
"Why did you come into the room so quickly just now? I haven't even finished talking to you." He Tingjun lay next to Yun Qiao, tilting his head slightly as he spoke, and his slightly warm breath sprayed directly on her neck.
Yun Qiao hummed and asked him, "Anything else?"
"Also, Mom said on the phone that she's given you and Yanyan two red envelopes for the New Year, totaling 10 yuan. She'll wire it back in a few days. When you do, bring your ID to the post office to withdraw the money. Don't forget."
Yun Qiao asked, "Why give so much?"
According to the current social level, giving a ten-yuan red envelope for the New Year is considered a great honor.
He Tingjun said, "Mom said it's far away. Other mothers-in-law take care of their daughters-in-law during confinement and help take care of their children, but she, as a mother-in-law, can't take care of you two. She feels she owes you. She said that since she doesn't have the people, she has to pay you. You can't have neither."
Yun Qiao was deeply touched. After all, it was rare for a mother-in-law to have such a kind heart.
"Thank Mom for me." Yun Qiao turned around and faced He Tingjun. In the darkness, their eyes met. Their facial features were blurry and they could only see each other's eyes flashing slightly.
He Tingjun looked into Yun Qiao's eyes, his heart moved, and he slowly moved closer to Yun Qiao's face.
A light kiss was left on the corner of her mouth, and under the quilt, He Tingjun's big hand also fell on Yun Qiao's waist and gently stroked it.
"May I?"
Yun Qiao's heart was pounding. He closed his eyes and hummed softly.
He Tingjun reached out and pulled Yun Qiao into his arms, interlocking their fingers and giving her a series of hot and wet kisses.
There was heavy snow outside the window, but a thin layer of mist was covering the window.
It had been such a long time since they last made love, and He Tingjun's passion was incredible. By the end, Yun Qiao was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes.
When he woke up the next morning, it was already bright outside. The clock on the wall showed 8:40, but Yun Qiao felt sore all over and didn't want to move.
There was no one in the bedroom, and Yanyan was no longer lying on the kang. She was probably carried out by He Tingjun.
Yun Qiao lay on the kang for a while, and He Tingjun pushed the door open.
"Awake." He smiled, walked to the bed, leaned over and kissed Yun Qiao on the forehead.
Yun Qiao hummed, her pretty face flushed red, half of her face was hidden in the quilt, and she didn't dare to look up to meet He Tingjun's eyes.
Actually, last night was my first time being intimate after giving birth, and the process was not smooth.
She had been feeling uncomfortable and had been struggling for a long time, but luckily He Tingjun was willing to please her and took the initiative to bend down...
Yun Qiao still feels extremely embarrassed when he thinks back to what happened last night.
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