Chapter 9

Yan Xiang wanted his mother to sleep with him, but Qiao Wei refused.

One reason was that she had inherited the original owner's life, her husband and her son. If she wanted to maintain the family, it would not work for the couple to sleep in separate rooms.

Another reason was that she came from the afterlife and her educational philosophy was different from that of the original owner. She did not approve of mother and son sleeping in the same bed, boys entering the women's bathroom and toilet, and so on.

She deliberately sighed: "Xiangxiang, when will you be a brave man who can sleep alone?"

Yan Xiang was indeed provoked, and patted his chest to assure: "I am very brave now, Mom, you go sleep with Dad."

She praised him a lot, and smacked her apple-like face, lit mosquito coils, closed the door, and tiptoed back to her and Yan Lei's bedroom.

Of course, you can't sleep in a shirt, the stiff collar is so uncomfortable. She took off her shirt and put it on the stool beside the bed, and lay down in a small vest. There

was no sense of shame.

In her previous life, she was terminally ill, and how could a patient have self-esteem. Men and women lived together in the ward, and there were also family members. Her body functions gradually went out of control, and she became incontinent. The nurse pulled the curtain and ripped her pants to clean it.

The curtain was not drawn tightly, and the gap was so big that patients and family members, regardless of gender, could see inside when they walked by.

She had also seen other patients naked, and she had been seen naked by others.

The word "dignity" meant nothing to the patient.

The poor quality of life before her death enabled her to face the dry toilets of this era calmly, and to take off her clothes and lie beside Yan Lei calmly.

Moreover, the memories that Qiao Wei inherited also included fragments of her married life with Yan Lei.

The rhythm, muscles, and heavy breathing were simply a live spring palace from the first perspective.

It just lacked a sense of reality.

Lying beside him now, feeling the heat radiating from his body, it actually felt a bit real.

Qiao Wei remembered that in the evening at the door of the kitchen, she had touched the man's chest and arms, that hard and elastic touch. It made the spring palace in her mind more vivid.

She longed for that kind of vitality and was eager to have sex with him, but Yan Lei turned over and faced away from her.

Qiao Wei could only give up with regret.

Thinking about it carefully, it was a bit ridiculous and a bit pitiful. This man hasn't had sex for a long time. Physiologically, he must have needs, and he might have been very uncomfortable.

But he had complaints.

With his back to her, the resentment was too strong.

Qiao Wei stared at the dim roof.

There was no ceiling in the house, and thick beams could be vaguely seen.

She broke the silence in the bedroom and asked, "Does anyone know why I was away these few days?"

Yan Lei's voice answered in the dimness, "Xiao Zhang may have doubts. But he is smart and seems to like to talk, but he is actually very strict and won't say anything nonsense."

His voice was cold, of course because this matter did not make him happy.

"Oh. That's good." Qiao Wei said, "What about the old Zhao family?"

When she left, she entrusted Yan Xiang to the lover of Captain Zhao, Sister Yang.

"You told her that you were visiting relatives, and I told her that you were visiting relatives." Yan Lei said, "I told her that your distant relative was getting married."

The two of them actually had the same mind and made up a lie together. On the way back, Qiao Wei fooled Xiao Zhang in this way.

Qiao Wei was relieved now.

In this era, rumors can kill people. Although she is not afraid, her family will definitely be affected. Nothing is the best.

She said again: "I want to thank Sister Yang tomorrow. What gift should I give?"

The original owner's memory of this part of social etiquette is also blank, which is not what the original owner is good at. She asked Yan Lei directly.

Yan Lei really thinks Qiao Wei has changed.

She would think of giving a pack of cigarettes to the driver and a thank-you gift to Sister Yang. She was not this kind of person before.

Military families generally have low education, she looks down on them and is not sociable. She is not very good at being a human being. These things are all arranged and dealt with by Yan Lei outside to prevent others from being dissatisfied with her. It turns

out that people have to fall and get their heads broken and bloodied before they can change for the better.

Yan Lei thought for a moment and said, "Don't be too formal. It will seem strange. Just go to the market tomorrow and get a piece of pork."

He reminded her, "Look at the date when you take the meat ticket."

Tickets all have expiration dates. The cadres have a lot of tickets at home, and sometimes there are some left over that have not been used up. Of course, the ones with the shortest expiration date should be used first.

Fortunately, he reminded her, otherwise Qiao Wei would definitely forget to bring the meat ticket tomorrow and would only remember to bring money. Without the ticket, you can't buy anything, and it would be a wasted trip.

Qiao Wei replied, "Okay."

The two stopped talking, but Yan Lei couldn't sleep.

He had his back to Qiao Wei, but he could still feel the heat of the person behind him. It had a great impact on him, and he felt agitated all over.

After a long time, Qiao Wei stopped making any sound, and Yan Lei began to stir—she took the initiative to come back to the room and share the bed with him, was that what she meant?

That was probably what she meant.

Yan Lei certainly felt resentful, but he had really been single for a long time just as Qiao Wei thought. He usually relied on high-intensity physical training to dissipate his excess energy, and when he got home and saw his wife coldly saying goodbye to him, he didn't have any thoughts at all.

But at this moment, Qiao Wei was wearing a white shirt, revealing her two long white legs, and she was waving in front of him.

She had already made peace and shown goodwill in this way, so he should forgive her.

Didn't they say that they would continue to live together in the future?

She was dead before that.

The couple fought at the head of the bed and made up at the foot of the bed.

——These messy thoughts fought in Yan Lei's mind for a long time, and he finally decided to accept Qiao Wei's "goodwill" and turned over suddenly!

...

Qiao Wei had fallen asleep.

Yan Lei propped himself up and looked at her for a long time. She was really asleep, breathing evenly and long, and sleeping peacefully.

She was only wearing a small vest. Lesbians' small vests are half-length, exposing the waist and abdomen. She seemed to have become thinner and her waist became thinner after being away for a few days. When she lay on her side, her waistline rose and fell like a valley.

Yan Lei lay down again helplessly.

It took a long time for the heat in his body to dissipate, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't know that Qiao Wei was sleeping soundly.

Although it was a brick bed under her body and not a Simmons mattress, it was a real bed. The beds in the hospital were narrow and hard. The mattress had been used by too many people for too long, and the filling inside felt a little lumpy. The patients lay in bed for too long and gradually developed bedsores, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Qiao Wei really hadn't slept so soundly for a long, long time.

A dreamless night.

I slept so deeply that I didn't know when Yan Lei left the next day. Qiao Wei got up, put on a white shirt and came out, and saw Yan Xiang sitting on the living room floor playing.

"Mom." Yan Xiang saw her get up and called her, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

What to eat is really a difficult problem. After all, this is not a world where you can order takeout with your mobile phone while lying in bed.

Qiao Wei searched her memory and immediately decided: "Let's go to the canteen in the compound to eat!"

The family compound has an internal canteen, which is like a bathhouse and is not open to the outside world. But its purchases are together with the troops, which is more secure than the outside. When supplies are tight, state-owned restaurants are not necessarily better than the canteens of the troops.

The dumplings she ate in the hospital yesterday were considered fine food in this era.

Hearing that they were going to eat at the compound, Yan Xiang stood up happily: "Let's go~"

Qiao Wei held him down: "Have you washed your face and brushed your teeth?"

Qiao Wei stared at the boy after he finished washing, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes. After flipping through, she found that half of the original owner's clothes were made of shackle cloth. She hung all the shackle cloth clothes aside, and found a pure cotton blazer among the remaining clothes.

Blazer is a short-sleeved dress. This style was passed down from Big Brother, and later became a daily style in China.

Fashion is really a cycle. The blazer skirts of this era look basically the same as the dresses of later generations. The weather was hot, Qiao Wei picked a light blue round-neck blazer, put it on and looked in the mirror, healthy, youthful, and beautiful.

This body is only 22 years old, which is the age of a college graduate in the future, but here, a child can already make soy sauce.

No matter what, Qiao Wei was happy from the bottom of her heart when she saw herself so healthy in the mirror.

She went outside to take down the plastic woven basket from the wall, and then went back to the house to look in the mirror.

I don’t know whether to call this a bag or a basket. In those period dramas, it is the standard equipment for aunties to go to the vegetable market. Later, plastic bags became popular, and this kind of thing gradually became less and less.

Later, the fashion circle imitated this thing and used it as a fashion match.

Qiao Wei looked in the mirror and felt that she had a bit of retro beach style. She was very happy: "Xiangxiang, let's go!"

Yan Xiang asked: "Mom, why didn't you take your wallet?"

Fortunately, he reminded her. In Qiao Wei's world, wallets have withdrawn from the stage of history. She simply forgot to bring them when she went out

. She remembered that when she came back yesterday, there was a shoulder bag, which Yan Lei rolled up in his hand and brought back. She went to search in the shoulder bag and found the wallet. She

opened it and took a look. There were still two yuan and seventy cents in it, and a few steel coins.

Although she knew that the amount and value of money in this era were different from those in later generations, Qiao Wei still felt very uncomfortable with only two or three yuan.

After searching the information in her mind, she walked to the study outside the bedroom and opened the drawer.

The drawer was in a mess, with many opened letters hastily folded and thrown in without being stuffed back into the envelope.

Qiao Wei paused. The canteen's food supply has a fixed time, so she didn't care about it for the time being. She opened the letter paper, took out a tin biscuit box from the drawer and opened it. Sure enough, there were money and bills inside.

Yan Lei would give the household allowance every month, and usually put it in this box so that people could take it as needed.

There were bills of various denominations. Qiao Wei took a ten-yuan bill, two five-yuan bills, and several one-yuan bills and Mao bills, folded them and put them in her wallet.

Money alone is not enough, this is the era of planned economy.

Qiao Wei looked at the tickets and remembered Yan Lei's reminder to use the tickets with the earliest validity period first. She stuffed some tickets of various types into her wallet: "Let's go."

Yan Xiang wore a shirt and a pair of shorts. Rather than children's clothing, it was more like a miniature version of adult clothing. He looked like a miniature old cadre, especially cute.

Qiao Wei carried a plastic woven basket, held Yan Xiang's little hand, and the mother and son went out happily.

"Mom, mom, I want to eat wontons." Yan Xiang's eyes were full of anticipation.

Unlike the taciturn boy in the original novel, the child dares to ask for anything while holding hands with his own mother, and even acts coquettishly.

"Okay, let's eat wontons." Qiao Wei agreed.

Hearing her mother's agreement, the child's eyes were filled with joy.

"Let's go! Let's eat wontons!"