Chapter 56

When Yan Lei entered his yard, he saw Qiao Wei taking off her shoes and socks, lying on her back on the sunbed with her feet up, and a book opened and covering her face.

Her son was also sitting on the sunbed with bare feet, reading a book, but because his mother took up most of the space, his short legs had to rest on his mother's belly.

The big white feet were shaking.

The small white feet were swaying.

What a mess these two people are in.

"What are you doing?" Yan Lei laughed.

Qiao Wei took the book off her face, and squinted at him while lying down: "I'm back. I can't cook today. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

Yan Xiang put down the comic book: "Dad, we painted the walls today. As white as snow."

"Okay, let me see how much you have painted?" Yan Lei put down his things and went straight into the house.

At a glance, Yan Xiang's bedroom was actually painted.

The room was completely different. The walls on all sides were snow-white, giving people a particularly clean feeling.

Yan Lei came out and teased Qiao Wei: "Comrade Qiao is quite capable."

Qiao Wei put the book on her face again: "He is already useless, don't bother me, burn paper if you have something to do."

Yan Lei scolded her: "What nonsense are you talking about, hurry up!"

"A firm communist fighter is not afraid of materialists."

Materialists or not, you can't curse yourself to death. Yan Lei kicked the bed: "Hurry up!"

Well, now that we have traveled into the book, our belief in materialism is not that firm. Qiao Wei: "Pooh, pooh, pooh."

"I got you all the things you wanted." Yan Lei said.

Qiao Wei sat up and saw that Yan Lei brought home a net bag, and she took out all the things.

A military water bottle, two pairs of green military pants, good, good, all of which she wanted.

He also brought her a brown leather belt: "Tie this. Military pants look good with this."

Qiao Wei's current belt is a women's belt, which is narrower and thinner than the men's belt, and does not match the green military pants that well.

She forgot about the belt, but Yan Lei thought of it.

It matches perfectly, it is simply a fashionable item.

"And the shoulder bag you asked for." Yan Lei took out the bag for her, "It can hold a lot of things."

And it is very sturdy.

"I'll go try it on." Qiao Wei entered the room with a bunch of things.

Yan Lei turned around and sat on the cool bed, talked to Yan Xiang, and asked about today's big white brush.

Yan Xiang's eyes curved, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Brushing white hair is so fun, mom uses a roller, I use a brush."

​​Yan Lei gave him a thumbs up.

He picked up the book that Qiao Wei had placed on the sunbed, and it turned out to be the agricultural guidance manual bought from the county town.

From those literary novels with toxic thoughts to agricultural knowledge and technology, this is such a great progress for a young city woman.

Yan Lei was very moved.

Yan Xiang looked at his father holding the book he had read in the afternoon, with a sigh of relief: "?"

Yan Lei flipped through the book and found it very interesting.

Because many of the things in it were what he had understood since he was a child. In fact, no one went out of their way to teach them, but rural children followed adults around and worked every day, so they naturally accumulated a lot of agricultural knowledge.

These things were common sense to them.

Now they were printed in lead blocks and turned into a book.

After flipping through it again, there were actually some things he didn't know.

In fact, Qiao Wei had also flipped through it, but as a city dweller who didn't know the difference between grains, she was completely clueless. But Yan Lei, who came from a farming family, was immediately absorbed in it.

"So that's how it is."

"Really?"

"What exactly is this potassium? Can this potassium fertilizer only be bought from the commune? Can't you make it yourself?"

He was reading it intently when he suddenly heard Qiao Wei calling him, "Yan Lei!"

Yan Lei turned his head.

Qiao Wei was wearing a white shirt, green military pants, and a brown leather belt that tied her slender waist tightly.

She also had a green military shoulder bag slung across her body. She

stood under the eaves with a smile on her face and a pure and charming look.

At that moment, something struck Yan Lei's heart.

He felt hot all over and his mouth was dry, but he was too terrified to move. He

felt like he was frozen in place.

Until Qiao Wei asked, "Does it look good?"

She held the shoulder bag strap in her hand, turned around to let him see her back, and turned back again.

Yan Lei finally took a breath and breathed normally.

"Is it pretty?" Qiao Wei asked, "Talking."

"Pretty." Yan Lei said, and felt that these two words were not enough to express his feelings at the moment. However, this kind of rhetoric accumulation was not enough. After thinking about it, there was a description that was closest, "Like a grown-up girl."

Qiao Wei was amused: "What do you mean by like? I'm already a grown-up girl."

Yan Lei even argued: "I'm married and a mother..."

"That's because I got married early." Qiao Wei said, "I'm a grown-up girl in terms of age!"

Isn't it? In the future, I'm not a college graduate, so I'm a grown-up girl.

But here, I got married before graduating from high school and became a mother early.

I feel helpless.

Otherwise, at her and Yan Lei's current age, it's just right for them to fall in love.

Green military uniforms and white shirts, holding hands, how beautiful.

Although the love relationship failed, it was also beautiful to see the three of them walking happily towards the compound in green military uniforms and white shirts, each holding Yan Xiang's hand.

It was dinner time, smoke rose from every house, and there were few people on the road.

Occasionally, one or two people would come across them, and they couldn't help but look at the family of three a few more times.

Qiao Wei didn't care, but she occasionally turned her head and found that Yan Lei was also looking at her.

Seeing her turn around, Yan Lei suddenly looked away.

Qiao Wei: "?"

"Is it hot?" Qiao Wei wondered, "Why is your face so red?"

"A little hot." Yan Lei pulled his collar, "Today is hotter than yesterday."

Qiao Wei didn't feel it was hotter than yesterday, not to mention that it was already evening, the sun was slanting, and the sunlight was not that strong. She said: "It's probably because the uniform is thick. Hey, why don't you change clothes before going out."

Yan Lei: "I forgot." He

took out the lunch box and got the food from the canteen of the compound.

Qiao Wei patted the new shoulder bag: "It can really hold a lot of things."

It's very practical.

Someone walked by with a lunch box and a steamed bun in his mouth, and saw Qiao Wei at a glance, and couldn't look away. His mouth opened unconsciously, and the steamed bun fell to the ground without being bitten.

The man groaned and squatted down to pick it up.

Qiao Wei turned her head and took a look: "What's wrong?"

Yan Lei said calmly: "It's okay, the man's steamed bun fell."

It had nothing to do with them. Qiao Wei turned back and put another piece of meat in Yan Xiang's lunch box.

Yan Lei glanced at the man.

He saw everything just now. Why was he staring at someone else's wife?

The man was looking over with a guilty conscience, and his eyes met. He took the steamed bun and walked away with a red face.

Yan Lei snorted softly in his heart.

But looking at his wife again, she really looked like an unmarried girl.

The families of battalion-level cadres are relatively young, and the most fashionable clothes for them are still braids. And at this time, braids especially like to use floral fabrics.

No, that's wrong. Almost all women's clothing at that time was particularly fond of using floral fabrics.

The white shirt and green military pants among a bunch of floral patterns really gave off a feeling of a lotus emerging from clear water.

After dinner, on the way from the cafeteria to the gate of the compound, there were always men who went out for a walk who looked at Qiao Wei intentionally or unintentionally.

Qiao Wei, who came from the future, naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with these glances.

People in the future would come up and ask for contact information.

But she did feel that something was wrong with Yan Lei.

"What's wrong with you today?" Qiao Wei even put her hand on his forehead to test it.

He didn't have a fever.

Yan Lei pulled her hand down, and took advantage of the fact that it was dark and there were not many people on the road, so he didn't let go and held her hand bravely.

Qiao Wei was holding Yan Xiang again.

Yan Xiang: "Dad and I are holding Mom!"

When he said that, Yan Lei became even more excited: "Yes, we are holding Mom." They

held her hand all the way home, unwilling to let go.

Qiao Wei broke away from his hand: "I boiled some soap water, help me wash my hair."

Yan Lei felt empty in his palms, rubbing his fingers: "Here it comes."

The soap water was boiled before Yan Lei came home. It was just warm now.

Yan Lei held the basin and tilted it carefully and slowly. Qiao Wei said while washing her hair: "My arms are done, they are starting to ache."

Yan Lei said: "I'll rub them for you."

His voice was low and deep, like an evening song at dusk, with its own atmosphere.

His eyes fell on Qiao Wei's shoulders, slowly sweeping over the slender neck, thin shoulders, and snow-white skin.

His eyes were fixed and sticky.

But Qiao Wei didn't notice at all.

The closer it was to bedtime, the more Yan Lei felt an indescribable tension.

He himself couldn't understand it.

Recently, the relationship between husband and wife has made great progress, and all 108 positions have been unlocked. Why does my heart still beat when I think about going to bed soon?

After Qiao Wei and Yan Xiang entered the house, he fetched a bucket of water and washed himself from head to toe before entering the house.

His heartbeat accelerated.

The result...

"Dad, come here!" Yan Xiang rolled happily on the kang in the west room.

Yan Lei: "..."

Yan Lei went over and rubbed him: "Why haven't you slept yet? Go back to the room."

Yan Xiang stared with a pair of innocent big eyes: "I'm going to sleep with you today."

Yan Lei immediately said: "Then how..."

"He's sleeping with us today." Qiao Wei, who was lighting mosquito coils, turned around and told him, "The smell in his room needs to be dispersed. Let him sleep with us for the next few days."

Yan Lei was silent for a moment, and made his final struggle: "There's no smell..."

"Of course there is, there must be some." Qiao Wei insisted, "Even if there is no smell that can be smelled by the nose, there must be some volatile substances. At least wait until it disperses before letting the child sleep."

Qiao Wei actually didn't know whether lime was harmful to the human body or not, and she didn't know whether the white dry powder contained any other substances besides lime. Although it is a bit too advanced to talk about decoration pollution in this era, it is always reassuring to let it air out for a few days.

Yan Xiang hasn't slept with his parents for a long time.

He used to sleep with his mother, but when his mother went away for a few days and came back, she suddenly slept with his father.

Although the little man is brave and strong enough to sleep alone, he really envies his father.

Who doesn't want to sleep with his mother?

Yan Xiang rolled around happily on the big kang.

Yan Lei no longer had to be nervous, and his heart didn't have to beat fast.

Qiao Wei called him coquettishly: "Come and rub my arms, otherwise I won't be able to continue tomorrow."

Yan Lei resigned himself to going to the kang to help Qiao Wei relax her muscles.

In the end, the two of them fell asleep with Yan Xiang between them.

Qiao Wei couldn't be blamed for this.

Qiao Wei had already entered the old married mode on the first day she came here. She took a bath naked, and Yan Lei didn't even look at her.

Later on, things developed well, and the two of them were already very close physically.

How could Qiao Wei have imagined that people of this era live in an environment of suppressed emotions. In particular, the less educated people are, the less they understand what love between men and women is.

They fulfill their responsibilities as husbands or obligations as wives, can live in harmony, live together, and reproduce together, and they often think that this is love.

But love is actually hormones, dopamine, and the momentary blankness in the mind when he raises his eyes and sees her.

Yan Lei turned his head in the dark and saw that Yan Xiang had fallen asleep.

Qiao Wei was still patting him gently in a daze.

Yan Lei turned sideways, quietly reached out his hand, and held Qiao Wei's hand.

Qiao Wei was already confused, and she stopped moving when she was held.

Yan Lei held her hand for a long time before falling asleep.