Chapter 19

The current situation in this family is a very traditional structure where the man works outside and the woman works inside.

Yan Lei is responsible for earning money to support the family, while Qiao Wei is responsible for taking care of the children and housework. In the absence of a washing machine and flush toilet, Yan Lei took on heavy and dirty work such as washing clothes and cleaning the toilet.

Qiao Wei is unemployed now, and she is also able to accept the current distribution method. Everyone has their own responsibilities in a family. When she lived with her mother before, they also shared the burden of life.

She doesn't hate cooking, but likes it very much. She likes to be able to eat big mouthfuls of food and swallow the food into her stomach, instead of relying on nutrient solution to maintain life. It's not

that she can't wash the dishes.

These two chores can be done separately. But she really hates cooking and washing dishes at the same time. It's really annoying to wash dishes after cooking.

She and her mother used to take turns. The one who cooks doesn't wash the dishes, and the one who doesn't cook washes the dishes.

She explained her request to Yan Lei, but Yan Lei said coldly: "If you don't want to wash it, just leave it there, I'll do it."

Whoever leaves can't live.

He has been to the farm and the battlefield, there is nothing he can't do. Even if she, Qiao Wei, runs away with someone else now, he can still live well alone.

It's just that he doesn't want to do housework, why is he going around in circles.

Qiao Wei is also helpless that Yan Lei always uses his old habitual thinking to deal with her. After all, she couldn't tell him directly that the soul in this body had been replaced and it was no longer that person.

She really didn't want to wash the dishes, but the previous distribution of housework was already fair, and it took into account her physical weakness and hygiene sensitivity. If she pushed another housework to Yan Lei, it would feel inappropriate.

After all, Yan Lei didn't just lie there in the army. Looking at his muscles, you can tell that he must have consumed a lot of energy every day in the battalion.

Imagine going home like this, washing clothes and then washing dishes, it's really a bit too much. Cooking can't be put on the same level as washing dishes, and the same goes for washing clothes.

So Qiao Wei planned to compromise and exchange the parts that each of them would bear.

If there was this "human washing machine", washing clothes could be much easier, and she could choose to wash clothes and let Yan Lei wash dishes.

This is fair and reasonable.

Qiao Wei told Yan Lei about her thoughts, and Yan Lei was a little surprised.

In his eyes, Qiao Wei had serious petty-bourgeois ideas, often pursuing unreal things, and always maintained a negative and perfunctory attitude towards the real life in front of her. When did she talk to him about "fairness".

He pondered for a moment.

Qiao Wei asked: "Can it be done?"

Since she came back, her eyes are always bright and full of energy whenever she looks at people. Her eyes are so expectant that people can't bear to reject her.

Besides, this thing is not complicated.

"Got it." He folded the drawing and put it away.

Then what? No words?

Knowing whether it can be done or not, can't you just give a simple and clear answer?

Although Qiao Wei knew that with the halo of Yan Lei's identity as the "male protagonist", he would definitely be able to do it. But this kind of "read it" answer really made people speechless. Just

as she was about to say something to him, her mind activated the memory of how cold the original owner was to him before.

There was even a shot of a man sitting on the bed and smoking silently after being rejected for sex.

Qiao Wei's slightly opened mouth closed again.

All right. If you accept the original owner's plate, you have to take responsibility for the original owner.

Yan Lei said: "Have you really changed?" He

actually talked to him about fairness and unfairness. Didn't she think that her marriage to him was the ruthlessness and injustice of fate?

He sneered.

Qiao Wei activated many fragments of memories, and felt a little pity for this man who was unhappy in his marriage.

The sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth and the seemingly provocative but actually all-round defensive attitude in his eyes were not worth worrying about, so forget it.

There was a bit of pity and kindness in her eyes: "Isn't the old me dead? You have to adapt to the new me in the future."

She shook her arms and picked up a piece of peach and put it in her mouth. She looked at him meaningfully and turned away.

Yan Lei also picked up a piece of peach.

It was a small piece, and it was cut so delicately. At first glance, it was obvious that the petty-bourgeois mentality had emerged again. There was no style of the working-class children who ate with big mouthfuls and worked with their arms thrown aside.

He threw the peach into his mouth, a small piece, just right for one mouthful. She

picked up another piece and was about to put it in her mouth when she stopped.

When had she ever cut fruit for him? Even if she washed it, she would not take the initiative to invite him. She would just put it on the dining table. He could eat it or not. If she didn't see it or not, it was none of her business.

Their relationship was just so cold.

Then today... Yan Lei's eyes fell on a small plate of peach slices.

Was she trying to please him?

He had limited education and could only think of a "prodigal son" to describe the situation.

She and Yan Xiang's voices came from outside the window, talking and laughing while washing.

Women and children, lively and noisy.

Other people's homes are like this, with wives and children on a warm kang. Only his kang is cold and deserted.

Yan Lei tugged at the collar of his training uniform.

Husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. After this incident, she repeatedly said that she had been reborn. It was also my own fault that I was slow to react.

Yan Lei pressed his neck with his big hand and twisted his neck, feeling a little distracted.

He picked up another piece of peach and put it in his mouth, his fingertips touching his lips.

Qiao Wei's fingers were thin and long, gently pressing his lips. They were obviously soft, but they could stop him from speaking. There was a peach fragrance in her breath, her pupils were smiling, and her eyes were like water...

Yan Lei rubbed his lips hard, always feeling a little hot there.

As a couple, is it time for them to make peace?

And he also took a shower today.

Qiao Wei still had to coax Yan Xiang to sleep, so Yan Lei had to lie down first after washing up. He lay there for a few minutes with his eyes closed, listening to the faint voices of storytelling coming from the east room, knowing that Qiao Wei would be gone for a while. He

felt that waiting for her like this seemed too deliberate, so he got up again and went to the study to take out the book from the bookshelf, half lying on the bed, and began to read "with a critical perspective."

The more he read, the more he felt that the people in this book had serious ideological problems. Sometimes, the choices made by the men and women in this book could make him so angry that he gritted his teeth.

He wished that these people were standing in front of him right now so that he could give them a good ideological and political lesson. If his level was not good enough, he would invite the political commissar, who would be able to reform them with his level.

What a pity that they are all people in books, not real people.

Just when I was itching with hatred, Qiao Wei came back after coaxing the child.

"You haven't slept yet." She was a little surprised, and then she smiled, "Reading a book?" Her

eyes were crooked, and her smile was smart and cunning, as if she saw through something.

If I argued with her about "critical reading" at this time, it would be detrimental to the reconciliation between husband and wife.

Yan Lei has always been good at judging the situation, so he held back. He closed the book and said calmly, "I don't have time to read during the day, so I'll read as long as I can. Finish it as soon as possible and deal with it as soon as possible."

Qiao Wei nodded happily, "Yes, read it as soon as possible."

She also asked considerately, "Are there any words you don't understand? If so, you can ask me."

"No need." Yan Lei said, "Just look at the front and then the back, and you can guess it."

This shows that he is actually a person with strong self-learning ability.

"Then you should read more books." Qiao Wei encouraged him, "Not only can you distinguish between wrong and correct ideas, but also expand your literacy range. As for culture, one way is to learn from teachers in school, and the other way is to read by yourself."

A person whose head is full of petty-bourgeois misconceptions actually lectured him, a staunch communist fighter.

Yan Lei looked up at the beams on the roof and didn't want to talk at all.

Qiao Wei turned around and took off her coat and underwear with her back to him.

Yan Lei just took his eyes off the beams on the roof.

Snow-white back, slender waist, beautiful butterfly bones.

Yan Lei's eyes fixed for a few seconds.

Qiao Wei picked up a casual vest and put it on.

This kind of vest is almost unseen in later generations. Even if it is, it must be worn by old ladies in the countryside, because it is only a thin layer of fabric and no cotton padding, so it will show the nipples. But now it is very loose to wear, just right for sleeping.

Turning around, I saw Yan Lei getting out of bed. He went to the study to put the books.

Just then, Qiao Wei said, "Turn on the light."

After that, she lay down by herself.

Yan Lei put the books down and stepped into the bedroom to see Qiao Wei lying down. There is no need to cover the quilt in the hot weather. The legs are white. The vest is very short and can only cover the chest, revealing a small waist.

Yan Lei touched the wall once, and touched the light cord the second time.

"Click", turned off the light and got on the kang.

Lie down first.

Of course, with his eyes closed, the beams above his head could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

He was wondering if he should say something first, but he heard Qiao Wei making a "hissing" sound. Just then, he opened his mouth and said, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wei was kneading her arm, baring her teeth and hissing, "I dare not knead it too hard, it will be sore if I do..."

It's really great.

Yan Lei said, "If you don't rub it open, it will be sore for several days. It will be fine after rubbing it open."

He paused, and said with a little expectation, "I'll rub it for you."

Qiao Wei stretched out her arm without hesitation.

Yan Lei sat up, held up her arm with one hand, and used the other hand to relax her muscles.

His hands were strong, and it was so sore!

Qiao Wei couldn't help making sounds of "hmmmm" and "ahhh".

Such sounds in the dark are very deadly and make people imagine endlessly.

Yan Lei was very distracted.

Qiao Wei turned over, lying on her stomach, and gave him her other arm. At the same time, he praised: "It feels really good. Please use a little more force and I'll bear it."

Yan Lei stretched out his hand and held her wrist. It was very thin, and his hand was big enough to hold her in a circle. The tiger's mouth caught the hollow of the bone. The other hand slid up from the wrist, all the way to the thin shoulder, and stroked it gently.

It feels smooth in the palm of your hand.

Qiao Wei said "Yeah" and said, "It's okay up there, but the forearm is particularly uncomfortable. From the wrist to the elbow, you pinch it hard."

Yan Lei had no choice but to slide his hand down again and pinch her resignedly.

Qiao Wei felt her muscles were so sore that she couldn't bear it any longer. The sound of um um ah ah sounded again.

After finally getting through it, Yan Lei let go of her arms and touched her waist.

Slender and smooth.

Qiao Wei lay on the pillow and said happily: "Yes! And the waist! Massage my waist too!"

When washing clothes, a large basin is placed on the ground, and people sit on a stool and bend forward to wash, which is very demanding on the waist! She has had a backache for the whole day.

Yan Lei: "..."

Massaging the waist is much more comfortable than pinching the arms. There is no feeling of being so sore that you can't move. It is pure relaxation.

Yan Lei's hands are big, strong, and warm. It is very comfortable to press on the waist.

Qiao Wei sighed.

Slowly, slowly closed her eyes.

...

In the darkness, the man held his chin and looked helplessly at the woman who was sleeping soundly.

It seems that they can't be together tonight.

But he can't sleep now. Yan Lei's restlessness can't be eliminated. It was uncomfortable to lie down, so I got off the kang and drew the curtains on the window of the partition wall between the inner bedroom and the outer study. I sat down at the desk, turned on the desk lamp, and took out the unfinished book from the bookshelf.

I continued reading.