Chapter 43

Qiao Wei carried a bundle of rehabilitation cloth back home like she was carrying a child.

When they got home, they drank a cup of cool green bean soup each. After wiping his mouth, Yan Xiang picked up a small shovel and continued to dig his sand pit.

Qiao Wei used scissors to cut a series of small holes along the edge of the rehabilitation cloth, and then tore it apart.

The rehabilitation cloth has short floss and is much more fragile than ordinary cloth, so it is effortless to tear it apart. Qiao Wei had a lot of fun tearing it apart.

After tearing it all apart, she used another pair of scissors to cut the strips of cloth that were too long, and then began to stuff them into the mattress cover.

Soon, the three large cushions were stuffed evenly.

The sunbed was placed under the eaves against the wall. Qiao Wei pulled the sunbed slightly outward a few centimeters and put the three large cushions on it against the wall.

She turned around, sat on it and leaned back.

Although she was not completely satisfied, under the current conditions, it could really be regarded as a sofa substitute.

When the weather gets cold, she will move this into the house and put a small mattress on the sunbed to keep it warm.

"Xiangxiang, come here!" Qiao Wei called Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang put down the shovel and bucket, went to rinse her hands, ran to the eaves, climbed onto the sunbed, and leaned back: "Wow~"

"Is it comfortable?"

"Very comfortable!"

"We will read books and tell stories here in the future."

"Okay!"

Qiao Wei stood up and walked to the middle of the yard, turned around and looked with her hands on her hips.

On the rough walls, next to the windows, and on the recliners, there were straw hats hanging, and two straw sandals hanging under the straw hats.

Yan Lei couldn't understand the "decoration" of the straw hat and straw sandals, but it didn't affect the rural atmosphere created by Qiao Wei.

Now, there are three cushions on the sunbed, two primary colors and one indigo.

Qiao Wei put the indigo one on the far left and the two primary colors on the right, forming a natural asymmetric beauty.

Qiao Wei closed one eye, stretched out her hand and used the thumb and index finger of both hands to build a view frame in her field of vision. The view frame has a stone wall, a slightly shabby old-fashioned lattice glass window, a straw hat, straw sandals, and a bamboo lounge chair.

As soon as the three plain cloth cushions on the sunbed entered the picture, the countryside was upgraded to a pastoral.

It was exactly what Qiao Wei wanted.

As soon as Yan Lei got home on Monday, he saw an extra cushion on the sunbed under the eaves.

"Wow! It's made so quickly,"

he took off his hat and hung it on the wall, then sat down and leaned against it. He paused and twisted his body.

"Hmm..."

"Dad, tell me if it's comfortable or not?" Yan Xiang asked standing beside him.

Yan Lei sighed: "Comfortable~"

Except when he was lying on the bed leaning on the quilt, he had never felt so comfortable.

In his memory, whether at home or in the army, there was almost nothing particularly soft, all wooden chairs and brick kangs, all hard.

There was no such soft thing that made people want to lean against it and become paralyzed.

"What's stuffed in here?" He curiously unbuttoned his clothes and reached in to touch.

Qiao Wei came out of the toilet and saw him take out a handful of rehabilitation cloth: "What are you doing? Don't dig around, just put it in."

Yan Lei smiled: "You're quite good at thinking of ways to use rehabilitation cloth."

City people really know how to be comfortable.

Qiao Wei washed her hands and came over and sat down. She twisted her body and said, "It's still a little sagging."

"The old master in the sewing shop suggested that I stuff some more hay. He said that hay has good resilience and can make the cushion expand."

Yan Lei said, "He's right. When we were kids, we climbed up the haystacks and it was flattened. As long as we climbed down, it will slowly become fluffy by itself after a while."

Qiao Wei asked, "Where can we get hay?"

Yan Lei said, "I'll get it for you. How much do you want?"

Qiao Wei didn't know much either. She opened her hands and gestured, "So much?"

Yan Lei knew from her tone that Qiao Wei didn't know how much either: "Okay, don't worry about it. I'll do it."

Add more. It doesn't matter if you have too much. Hay is originally placed in people's homes to light stoves and start fires.

Yan Lei looked up and saw the wires: "Is the light installed?"

He stood up and followed the wires to the toilet, wanting to check the light bulb. Because he looked up, he tripped over a pit halfway, but fortunately he had excellent balance and did not fall.

"What is this?" He put his hands on his hips and looked down, "Has the sand pit started to be dug?"

Why is it dug so slowly like a dog?

Yan Xiang was excited to show off: "I dug it! I dug it alone!"

With his hands on his hips, his chest puffed out, and his belly bulging, he waited for praise.

Qiao Wei raised an eyebrow at Yan Lei. Yan Lei understood what he meant and praised him: "You are worthy of being my son. You are really capable."

Yan Xiang stood at attention and saluted: "Serve the people!"

After praising his son, Yan Lei went to the bathroom to check the light, and Qiao Wei turned on the light for him from the door.

Yan Lei: "Not bad."

Coming out of the bathroom, he saw Qiao Wei leaning against the door frame with her arms folded and smiling. It was obvious that she was very satisfied with the light.

Yan Lei deeply felt that when she was satisfied, the atmosphere of the whole family was different.

Turning around again, he saw a piece of cloth hanging on the clothesline.

"Huh?" Yan Lei's eyes lit up instantly, and he asked eagerly, "What's gone?"

The piece of cloth was the side of the small mattress facing up. Qiao Wei's aunt was over, and the small mattress was no longer needed. She used scissors to cut the thread and removed the piece.

As for the dirty cotton inside, she pulled off the dirty part and threw it away, and pulled some cotton from the corners to fill the hole in the middle.

Yan Lei said, "Didn't I tell you to leave it alone?" He said

angrily, but his eyes were bright and warm.

Qiao Wei still didn't know what he was thinking. She held back her laughter and said, "It's just a piece of cloth, I washed it. But I can't tear it apart or sew it, it depends on you."

Yan Lei packed a lot of things: "I'll do it, don't worry."

Needlework is a necessary skill for every soldier in the army.

Yan Lei boiled the water while eating.

After dinner, he was not in a hurry to wash the dishes, but prepared the bath water for Qiao Wei first. He specially picked out the whitest and newest one from his shirts for her.

Qiao Wei glanced at him and pulled the white shirt away from his hand.

It was dark when Qiao Wei finished her bath. She came out of the kitchen and heard the father and son talking on the bed.

Yan Xiang protested: "I'm not sleepy yet."

"The child has to go to bed early, otherwise the wolves will come at night, and there will be big monsters..."

Qiao Wei was furious: "Hey! Don't scare the child."

She glared at him fiercely.

Yan Lei was embarrassed.

Being a father is really annoying. Qiao Wei has to spend several times more time to tell her child after she casually threatened him: "No, there will be no wolves where there are many people."

"Wherever people develop, there will be fewer animals, and flies, mosquitoes and ants will all become smaller."

After eliminating the damage caused by the unscrupulous father to the child's young heart and telling a bedtime story, Qiao Wei was still angry and couldn't help asking a very vulgar question: "Xiangxiang likes dad or mom?"

Yan Xiang lay flat on his back facing the roof: "I like dad and mom."

Qiao Wei pretended: "Who do you like more?"

Yan Xiang: "I like mom to be beautiful, and I like dad to be tall."

This is the master of keeping balance.

Qiao Wei was unhappy.

After coaxing Yan Xiang to sleep, Qiao Wei turned off the light and went back to her side. The

light was on in the study, and as soon as she entered, she saw Yan Lei sitting on the corner of the desk with his long legs propped up on the ground.

When he saw her come in, his eyes lit up and he stood up. He took two steps to the door, held the door frame and looked out. After closing the door, he whispered, "Are you finally asleep?"

She had kept him waiting.

Qiao Wei smiled, "Are you asleep?"

Her eyes were like water, and Yan Lei felt his whole body burning. He pulled her to the bedroom.

But Qiao Wei pulled him back and refused to go with him.

Yan Lei turned around in surprise.

The light from the bulb was yellow, making the white wall look dizzy.

Her face also seemed to be dizzy.

Qiao Wei pulled Yan Lei back with a little force.

Yan Lei did not resist at all, and stood in front of her according to her strength.

He didn't know what she was going to do. She must know what he wanted to do, but Yan Lei felt that what she was doing now was not rejecting him.

Then why not go into the bedroom with him?

There was a smile in Qiao Wei

's eyes. She stood on tiptoes, raised her head and kissed Yan Lei on the lips.

It's time to teach this old-fashioned man a lesson. Men and women can't be intimate only after turning on the lights and going to bed.

The couple behaved like revolutionary comrades outside, and this outdated concept must be broken.

With a thud, Yan Lei's hands pressed on the wall and pushed Qiao Wei against the door.

He was not used to being so intimate with his wife outside the bedroom, and always felt that this was not right.

But the body has its own opinions.

Mouth was dry, blood vessels were hot.

The two bodies were like two magnetic poles strongly attracting each other. This force was irresistible.

Qiao Wei tilted her head back slightly, with the back of her head against the door, and looked up at Yan Lei.

Noses touching noses, breathing could be smelled. Bodies pressed against bodies, heat could be felt.

Yan Lei lowered his head and kissed Qiao Wei's red lips.

For the first time in his life, he was so unbridled, making out with his wife outside the bedroom and the bed.

Once he started burning, he couldn't control it, and the flames burned his body.

Big hands lifted the white shirt.

Anxious and rough.

The rough rope in the palm of his hand was irritating. His

breathing became heavier.

Unable to bear it any longer, he grasped her waist and lifted her up easily.

Qiao Wei hugged his shoulders, like a koala.

Yan Lei carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut.

The light in the study was not on. The curtains of the partition window were half-transparent, and there was a dim light in the bedroom.

The man took off his vest and bent over, his muscles undulating.

Qiao Wei, however, pulled her knees together and pressed against him, saying softly, "That."

The man was a little reluctant and begged her in a low voice, "Can't you not use it?"

Qiao Wei's voice was very firm, "No."

These two words sounded very much like her in the past.

Yan Lei reached out from under the pillow and took out something. It

was wrapped in a handkerchief. Because this thing at this time was different from later generations, the technology was very backward, and it was not disposable.

But Qiao Wei allowed him only if he used it.

Men have been out of touch for too long. At this point, they can no longer maintain the enlightenment of the civilized world. In an instant, they have degenerated thousands of miles into slash-and-burn farming and primitive barbarism.