Chapter 133 Welcome to the Eighties
They seemed not to hear him, so he let go of his hand and coughed unnaturally. After being glared at by someone, he stretched out his arms and held the person in his arms.
Lian Yuqing was like a boneless mollusk, nestling in his arms, her head resting on his chest, her arms around his waist, trying her best to avoid the injured ribs.
Wei Dong reached out and tucked the quilt in to prevent the wind from leaking to her feet.
The man's relatively high body temperature made her feel very comfortable. Lian Yuqing was in a good mood and was humming a song.
There was no TV, no TV. Lian Yuqing was so bored that he could only play with his hands.
䜭䜭 has a pair of pretty hands, which are covered with thick calluses. She tears off the calluses bit by bit and asks people if it hurts.
Wei Dong shook his head and said it didn't hurt.
She didn't even want to play with her hands, and Lian Yuqing yawned. She was exhausted after running around outside all day. She didn't know what was wrong with her that she actually wanted to stay in the hospital with him for a long time.
I went home, took a shower, and then lay on the bed to count my money. I didn’t know how comfortable it was.
Just when I was about to say that I wanted to take a nap, I saw something in my hand.
She picked it up and saw that it was a wooden sculpture.
“Is this me?”
"Um."
The wood sculpture is not big, only as long as a palm. It shows a little girl wearing a hat and wrapped thickly in a scarf, with her hands on her hips, laughing.
Lian Yuqing remembered that this was her first time playing in the snow in the staff quarters. She took advantage of Wei Dong's unpreparedness, rolled a snowball and hit him on the head. She was too proud of herself.
She was dissatisfied: "I have so many amazing moments, and you chose the most ridiculous one?"
Wei Dong ruffled her hair and said, "You are very cute now, and you look very beautiful when you smile."
Well, he's a man, so I can understand that.
"So the reason you were sneaking around a while ago was just to carve this little thing?"
"Um."
Although it is carved from wood, it feels very smooth to the touch and does not feel rough at all. One can imagine that the person who made it must have polished it countless times.
"Thank you, I quite like it."
Wei Dong didn't think that Lian Yuqing would be surprised when she received it. After all, she had seen all the good things before. It was just that she was bored when she stayed in the hospital and thought about her all the time.
That’s why I made this little wood sculpture.
In the last ten seconds of 1979, the lights in the ward had been turned off, with only a little light coming in from the window.
At the last second, the sound of firecrackers rang out outside.
The people in the next two beds propped themselves up and looked out the window.
1980 is here.
Lian Yuqing pulled down his collar and pressed his lips against hers. Between their lips and teeth, she gasped, "I've been with you for seventy generations."
Wei Dong's heart was restless and he felt like something was uncontrollably trying to come out of his body. At this moment, he didn't want to think about whether he would be seen by others. He kept tightening the person in his arms, wanting to take more.
All the oxygen was taken away, and Lian Yuqing was dominated by him, but her lips were getting more and more painful, so she bumped his shoulder.
He also snorted in dissatisfaction.
Lian Yuqing poked his wound in a naughty way, and he let go in pain.
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