At night, Song Nanting was tired, so Lu Jianan stopped tormenting her and let her lie down while he massaged her arms and legs.
A few days later, Song Nanting lifted the straw mat and saw that the spinach had sprouted.
At this time, the first snow of this winter finally fell. I looked at the calendar and it was just the tenth month of the lunar calendar.
There are still two months until the Chinese New Year.
Song Nanting thought about what happened in the past year and it felt like a long time had passed.
It’s not even a year yet?
She looked down at her belly, which was still calm and she hadn't felt any fetal movement yet.
But she is looking forward to it.
Niu Huihui said that when the baby moved in the belly, the feeling was wonderful and made her heart soften.
The heavy snow fell heavily, covering up many sounds. Everything was silent and the only thing that could be seen through the window was the goose feather-like snow.
It was already past nine o'clock when Lu Jianan came back from outside. His body was covered with snowflakes. He fluttered around as he entered the house and felt chilly to the touch.
Song Nanting heated up the food for him. Lu Jianan sat on the kang and ate with relish. Song Nanting also felt hungry, so she ate a little too.
Lu Jianan said, "We will probably have to go out to help the people nearby clear snow tomorrow morning. We don't know when we will be back at night. You should go to bed early and don't wait for me."
This is something that is done every year, so Lu Jianan is used to it.
Song Nanting certainly wouldn't stop him, she just reminded him, "Although you are a leader and you have to set an example, you have to remember that you are still the husband and the father of our children, so you must protect yourself and take care of your health."
Lu Jianan reached out and held her hand, "I know."
He didn’t have so many thoughts before he got married, but now that he has his own family, he naturally has to consider more.
Song Nanting smiled and said, "When the child grows up, you can take him to build a snowman."
"So what do you do?"
Lu Jianan drank a mouthful of porridge and asked her curiously, "Aren't you coming with us?"
Song Nanting smiled, "I'll watch you guys pile up, so why not make you something delicious?"
Lu Jianan said deliberately, "But I think you just want to be lazy."
Both of them laughed.
That scene must be very happy.
In their previous life, the two of them relied on each other and were very happy, but this happiness was always accompanied by regrets.
Before Lu Jianan passed away, he felt very guilty, thinking that he had married her but failed to give her a normal married life, let alone a child. He also told her to find a partner in the future.
She was feeling sad at that time and scolded the person directly.
She also wants a child of her own. Although she is in her forties and is considered an elderly mother, she is not afraid.
But no.
But if the child is not hers with Lu Jianan, why would she want it?
As for finding another partner, who can replace Lu Jianan?
No one.
Later, when Lu Jianan passed away, the wives of some of his comrades-in-arms had received Lu Jianan's instructions in advance and wanted to introduce a companion to her. Even Hua Yingyue had told her to find one, otherwise she would be lonely for the rest of her life.
Song Nanting did not respond to these. Without Lu Jianan, she would rather live alone in the house.
No one can replace Lu Jianan.
"What are you thinking about?"
When Song Nanting came back to her senses, Lu Jianan had already finished his meal.
"No."
As usual, Song Nanting took out a pen and notebook, and Lu Jianan started teaching her right next to her, and also taught her how to write.
At the beginning, Lu Jianan found that Song Nanting had a strong learning ability and learned very quickly. Later, he gradually got used to it and it was no longer surprising.
It is no exaggeration to say that Song Nanting has made rapid progress now.
Of course, Song Nanting would definitely not admit that she can write well.
And her handwriting is very similar to Lu Jianan to a certain extent.
She really liked this feeling. The two of them leaned against each other, listening to Lu Jianan's soothing voice explaining the contents of the textbook, and then explaining the structure of each character to her one by one.
Sometimes Lu Jianan would hold her in his arms and teach her how to write.
These are all extremely rare experiences.
I had experienced this kind of scene in my previous life, but my age and mood were different. At that time, I only felt joy and warmth. But now, the feeling is different. My heartbeat is accelerated, I feel numb, I am moved at the slightest touch, and I am nervous when facing my lover.
After studying for half an hour, they poured water from the stove and cleaned themselves up in tacit understanding.
They got on the kang, turned off the lights, and kissed each other naturally.
The kang is warm, and the snow is still falling outside.
Lu Jianan placed his hot big hand on her lower abdomen, feeling the little life that had not yet moved.
“These are our children.”
Lu Jianan said.
Song Nanting nestled in his arms and hummed, "I'm looking forward to it, and I'm also curious about who this child will look like."
Lu Jianan smiled, "Looks like you, but more beautiful."
Song Nanting hummed, "I think so too."
The night is long and the sound of panting is splashing.
The next day, Song Nanting got up late and Lu Jianan had already left.
As soon as she stretched out her arm, she felt the cold temperature and quickly retreated back into the quilt.
She simply went into the space to wash up and made a nutritious breakfast in the space. After eating, she looked out the window. The snow had stopped, but the snow was still very thick.
The important passages in the yard had been swept, and it was unknown what time Lu Jianan got up.
Young Lu Jianan is just the right thing, like a tireless calf, with endless strength and energy.
Song Nanting sat on the kang and practiced the words she had written yesterday, and wrote a letter to her mother-in-law telling her about the first snow here.
While it was snowing heavily here, a small village in the northwest border had also just experienced a heavy snowfall.
Song Nanfu and Song Nanshan shivered as they put on their not-so-warm cotton trousers, cursing at the environment.
Then he started writing letters home asking for money.
Song Nanshan said, "Brother, you should write to our parents this time. I wrote it last time."
Song Nanfu was very impatient, "Don't even think about spending it if I take it."
Song Nanshan was also unhappy, "That won't work, brother, do you think Song Nanting is really in the Northeast?"
"I don't know." Song Nanfu didn't want to think about the past at all. It was useless. All he wanted now was to have warm clothes to wear and delicious meals to eat.
After breakfast, the two brothers went out and saw Pan Shiying coming out of the house. They couldn't help but smile and said, "Pan Shiying, do you have money? Lend us some. We are fellow villagers."
Pan Shiying glared at them and said, "I don't have any money."
"You don't have money?" Song Nanfu approached Pan Shiying with a sinister look in his eyes, "You slept with someone, didn't you pay me after that?"
Hearing this, Pan Shiying got angry and kicked Song Nanfu, "Get lost."
Song Nanfu was kicked in the balls and it hurt so much.
Just as he was about to go up and deal with Pan Shiying, a young man appeared at the gate and said, "Pan Shiying."
Pan Shiying shuddered all over.
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