"Come, sit down and eat, Captain Yan. You have come here from far away. If you are not in a hurry to leave, just stay here for a few more days. We have a room at home, and it is very clean. You don't have to stay in a guesthouse." Old man Wei warmly welcomed the guest to his seat.
Old Mrs. Wei also had a big smile on her face. This was her youngest son's leader in the army. Every time he came home, he would talk about how our regiment was and how our commander was. In the eyes of the old couple, this was a big deal and they would definitely help their son entertain him well.
And when they arrived, they brought things, including fruits.
In Longzhou nowadays, fruits are very expensive. It’s not a question of whether they are expensive or not, but that you can’t buy them even if you have money.
Yan Zeyang is always very serious when he is at other people's homes, with his back straight and sitting upright. His demeanor and every move seem to be full of discipline in rigor, self-restraint in discipline, and a natural temperament in self-restraint. Even when he eats, he can exude the elegance of a person of European aristocratic descent.
I guess they could just bring a camera and start filming. When old man Wei used a serving chopstick to serve him food, he immediately said politely, "That's enough. Thank you, Uncle Wei."
Wen Xin lowered her head while eating, thinking of him at Yan's house, slurping the beef noodles she made, then glancing at the bowl and pointing at it and asking unhappily, "Is that all?" It was like that, and now, she almost dropped the food in her mouth.
Old Mrs. Wei beside him smiled and said, "Captain Yan, we have prepared a room for you at home. Don't go to the guesthouse. It's a waste of money. It's so comfortable to live at home. Shunzi often talks about you when he comes back. When he first joined the army, he was the youngest. You took good care of him in the army. Now that you come to our house for a rare opportunity, we must entertain you well on behalf of Shunzi."
Careful care? I guess the guy named Shunzi was badly tortured by the training of their leader. Giving him a little care occasionally can be regarded as careful care, Wen Xin thought with a pout.
"That's right, Captain Yan, if you don't stay at our house, you have to stay in a guesthouse outside. We won't be able to explain to Shunzi when he comes back."
The two of them were talking to each other. Yan Zeyang looked up at Wen Xin. She was busy counting rice grains without saying a word.
He thought for a moment and said to the couple, "Then I will respectfully obey your orders. I'm sorry to trouble you two."
"It's no trouble, Captain Yan..."
"Call me Zeyang."
“Hey!”
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Maybe the meat from the Wei family smelled too good today. There were beef slices, beef ribs, pork, and red sausage on the table. In this day and age, when someone's family cooks some meat, the surrounding families can smell it clearly.
The meal at the Wei family was a bit extravagant. To other residents, the aroma was so delicious that it made them feel hungry and outraged. Several households opened their windows, and some even looked down. When they saw the aroma coming from the Wei family, they muttered something, and it was unclear whether it was sour or a curse, and then they slammed the window shut.
After eating for a while, someone from the upstairs floor came downstairs with two children and stood at the door, saying that they wanted to borrow some rice to cook.
When the Wei family had guests, she brought her two children down to borrow some rice. Even the old lady of the Wei family felt annoyed.
This is because he sees that someone has guests and has to lend the money, so he goes to the door specially.
Everyone who came felt quite sympathetic towards her. It was not easy for a widow to raise two children.
But this widow was quite pretty, and she usually liked to act pitiful. She was given two bunches of onions by one man and two heads of garlic by another man, and her reputation was ruined.
"Auntie, please lend me a handful of rice. It's enough for me to cook a pot of porridge. The child hasn't had anything decent to eat for several meals," she said.
She often comes to ask for food and always says she will pay it back, but she is in such a difficult situation, who can ask her to pay it back? It's said to be lending, it's given, and Old Lady Wei has given her a lot of food. But today the leader of her son's group came, and this widow actually came to ask for things. Old Lady Wei's face turned bad. How should the leader view this? This is the leader of my son’s group.
There's a table full of meat, and she only gets rice? Old Mrs. Wei had a gloomy face. She grabbed a handful of brown rice from the kitchen, and poured a few pieces of pork head and a few slices of sausage into her bowl. Then she came down and took two bowls, one for rice and the other for meat. The old lady was speechless.
She sighed. People said she was pitiful, and she was really pitiful. For a woman with two children, it was good that she did not starve to death in this world. People said she was bad, and she was indeed thick-skinned, but if she was not thick-skinned, how could she and her children survive in this world?
The widow thanked him several times, and when she left, she turned back to look at the handsome and energetic young man sitting there. She had just looked at him twice more, and when she saw him looking at her, she smiled at him and then took the child away.
Wen Xin's little eyes looked around and she caught a glimpse of her seductive look. She couldn't help but say woc in her heart, this woman is very talented, no wonder she can raise two children alone, and men from all over the world are obsessed with giving her things.
She turned around to look at the pretentious man and her eyes met his.
Wen Xin: “…”
After dinner, Grandma Wei was cleaning up in the kitchen. Wen Xin went to help, but the old lady didn't let her do it. The little girl's hands were so white, tender and delicate that one could just want to pinch them, as if water could be squeezed out of them. She wasn't married yet, so she shouldn't do kitchen work and get calluses on her hands.
Wen Xin uses various essential oils to care for her hands every day, so it is impossible for her to get calluses.
"Let's go to the bathhouse quickly. It will take a long time to queue up. Go early and don't come back too late." said Old Mrs. Wei.
Yes, there is no shower room at home in Oboroshu. In fact, there is no shower room in Kyoto either. Nowadays, you have to go to the bathhouse to take a shower in winter. It is better in summer, you can just take a shower at home.
People here go to the bathhouse two or three times a week, but Wen Xin is different. She has to take a bath every day. If she doesn't take a bath, she will feel uncomfortable and can't sleep. That's not acceptable.
So she exchanged a lot of bath tickets with others and had to go every day, so washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen were basically done by Old Mrs. Wei.
Wen Xin saw that it was still early, so she packed her clothes, picked up her special bathing bag, and ran there.
The bathhouse is not far from Mrs. Wei's house, just two alleys away, but there are many people and you have to queue. It costs 26 cents per bath. Wen Xin was a little uncomfortable when she went there for the first time, but after taking baths many times, she got used to it. There is a guy who will call out numbers at the door.
Usually, a few people would go out and call a few, and soon it was her turn. There was a hall after entering the door, with several long rows of beds. There was a row of wooden wardrobes between every two beds. The clothes taken off would be put into the wardrobes, and they could lock them with their own locks.
Inside is the bathhouse, with showers and pool baths. Wen Xin usually doesn't go into the pool bath. Although she likes taking baths, there are too many people taking baths. People there don't have any diseases, but with so many people, she doesn't want to go in. She always goes straight to the shower.
It's like a standing wardrobe over there. You can go in by opening the door, and you can lock it from the inside. The shower is also very interesting. There is a pedal. Water will only come out when you step on it, and it will turn off automatically when you leave.
Since she didn’t take a bath, Wen Xin washed very quickly.
Use a towel to wipe off your wet hair, dry the water droplets on your body, apply moisturizing oil directly in the shower, and rub a layer on your face. Wait until it is almost absorbed before going out.
Every time Wen Xin came, many people looked at her, because she was so white. Compared with everyone else's yellow skin, her white skin looked particularly bright and eye-catching. She also had a beautiful figure, with a thin waist, flat belly, and long white legs. To sum up, it's like a little swan falling into a group of ducks.
Wen Xin was used to being stared at and didn't think it was a big deal. She naturally lifted her half-dried wet hair and walked out.
…
She was wearing the purple jacket that Old Lady Wei had given her. She had washed it clean and kept it for wearing when taking a bath at night. It was very warm. Although the color was a bit old-fashioned, the collar was a half-moon collar with buttons like those in the Republic of China. She forgot to button it up, revealing a small section of her porcelain-white neck, which was particularly eye-catching.
The person wearing this old-fashioned purple jacket has wet hair with a few strands stuck to her forehead. Her face is fair and tender, her lips are bright red, and her teeth are white as jade. The jacket doesn't seem so ugly at all. Her good looks completely saved the clothes.
As soon as she came out, she saw a person leaning against the wall in the corner opposite the men's bathhouse, and that position just happened to allow her to see the exit of the women's bathhouse.
Although it was dark, one could still see people's faces clearly. Wen Xin didn't even need to look at his face, as one could tell who he was just by looking at his height and figure. He had also changed his clothes, wearing a black men's shirt and very thin trousers, but soldiers have good physiques and are more resistant to cold, so he didn't feel cold.
His hair was also wet, and it seemed that he had just come out of the bathhouse, but bathing in the men's bathhouse was very fast.
Wen Xin was walking in the alley in front carrying her small bath bag. When he saw her come out, he stood up from the corner and followed her slowly.
The night is very beautiful today, with bright stars in the sky. Under the moonlight, in the winding alleys, I walk along the clean, cool and fine bluestone road under my feet, looking up at the deep blue winter sky from time to time as I walk.
There are white walls and green tiles on both sides, and black branches occasionally extending out of the wall and growing upwards. The moon seems to be hanging on the branches. The surroundings are silent, with only the "tap tap" sound of footsteps.
When I turned the corner, I saw a couple holding hands and kissing. When they saw someone coming, they immediately scattered in panic.
There are many taboos for men and women in this era. People in love cannot go to a guesthouse. Not only do they have to pay money, but they also need proof, and their identities are checked from time to time. It is very troublesome. In the end, they still cannot stay in the same room without a marriage certificate. They couldn't be intimate at home, so they had to find a place where there was no one, like a corner of an alley at night, or under the shade of a tree. Men and women are always emotional and can't control themselves, so they can only find ways to create the conditions themselves.
The old couple of the Wei family went to bed early and went to bed at around eight o'clock. Wen Xin came back, said hello to them, and went into the room with her bag.
After a while, I heard someone opening and closing a door, and then heard the voice of Old Lady Wei: "...Captain Yan, your room has been tidied, and the bedding is clean. If you need anything, please tell us."
She heard the other party's steady voice: "Sorry for bothering you, you should go to bed early."
Then there were the sounds of footsteps and doors closing.
After Wen Xin washed up and changed into pajamas, she combed her long hair in front of the round mirror in the room. Her long hair was black and shiny, and was half dry at this time. After combing her hair, she lifted it behind her back.
Just as I was about to get into bed, I heard a knock on the silent door.
Wen Xin could tell who was knocking even with her eyes closed. He had knocked on her door many times at Yan's house, disturbing her sweet dreams. She was so angry that she wanted to beat him up, but of course it was just a thought.
The sound is low and deep, not too loud, yet impossible to ignore. It is also super patient, as if it could go on forever.
The warm, white, tender and slightly upturned toes were put into the cloth slippers and walked towards the door.
Just now in the alley, he was following her, keeping a distance from her, looking serious, and then in the blink of an eye he came and knocked on her door. What did he want to do?
She walked over, unlocked the door, and opened it a crack.
As a result, as soon as the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, flashed in, and then slowly closed it. Wen Xin felt as if she was pulled into a particularly strong embrace.
Everything was completely unprepared, and the red, tender, fragrant and soft lips and tongue were pressed down by someone.
Wen Xin made a "hmm" sound and reached out to push him away, but her mosquito-strength strength was no match for his. It was like an ant trying to shake a tree. She had no strength to reverse the disadvantage. Only then did she realize the disparity in strength between men and women. If he really got serious, the woman would have no room to resist. If a woman could beat a man, it was only because the other party was giving in.
He seemed to have been holding back for a long time, holding her tightly in his arms and pressing her against the door, "I missed you so much." He looked at her panting and whispering, then carefully kissed her lips repeatedly, a little immature but with a heavy emotion, warm as long as they were closed. He couldn't pry open her petals, but he didn't want to hurt her with force, so he could only linger there anxiously.
Until she slightly opened her lips and tongue, he sucked, sucked her pink tongue, sucked her slightly cool and tender tongue tip, as if he was touched by electricity and felt numb, both of them felt a tingling pain in their hearts and an inexplicable joy.
After a long time, he closed his eyes with a heavy breath, moved a little distance away from her, and suppressed the desire that was churning in his body and was about to burst out.
When he opened his eyes again and saw Wen Xin's face clearly, his movements froze and even his breathing seemed to have stopped.
She was wearing a green silk dress, the color of which was as fresh as the buds that had just sprouted in early spring in May. The sleeves were slightly large, and when she lifted them slightly, her two white and tender arms were exposed. Although the dress was long, it was split on both sides below the waist near the thighs.
Under the crotch, her long white legs were faintly visible, pretty green and white as tender flesh. She was held by him, and her clothes were pulled up, the crotch was opened higher, and he could see her...
He immediately closed his eyes in discomfort. After a long time, he whispered in a hoarse voice. It didn't sound like a scolding, but more like a whisper between lovers, "...No, you can't wear this outside. It doesn't look good. Take it off quickly."
As soon as he said it, he felt something was wrong, and immediately changed his words: "Change into something else."
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