Su Ting was woken up by a kiss in the morning.

It was almost eight o'clock and it was already busy outside. From time to time, one could hear the noise of children and the angry shouting of their mother.

Amidst the noise, Su Ting felt He Dongchuan's gentle kiss and tasted some tenderness, so she raised her head and responded to his kiss.

But when the kiss became more and more passionate, and Wen Qing was about to go to the daytime, Su Ting had to stop He Dongchuan from exploring further: "Don't... I want to get up."

He Dongchuan stopped moving and rested his forehead on her neck. His warm breath fell on her collarbone, making her feel itchy.

Su Ting couldn't help but raised her shoulders: "He Dongchuan."

He Dongchuan hummed, leaned his head back, lay back on the pillow, looked at Su Ting and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Su Ting said as she sat up and reached for the clothes that were thrown at the end of the bed last night.

But when she bent down, it pulled her lower body, causing her to hiss. He Dongchuan quickly sat up, reached over her hand to pick up her clothes, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Su Ting turned her head and gave him a blank look without saying anything. She put her clothes on her head silently.

He Dongchuan put his hand on her slender waist and asked, "Can I rub it for you?"

"No!" Su Ting flatly refused. She didn't believe that when he said rubbing, he really meant rubbing her waist.

After putting on her shirt and touching her underwear, Su Ting was in a dilemma. Although they had done everything last night, she felt a little embarrassed to be honest with He Dongchuan after that time.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Ting turned her head and asked, "Can you... turn your head away?"

"Hmm?" He Dongchuan raised his eyebrows.

Su Ting urged, "Hurry up." She reached out and pushed his shoulder.

He Dongchuan turned his head to look at the closet and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, keep this position."

Su Ting threw back the quilt and got out of bed, bending down and raising her feet to put on her clothes, but this posture made her even more uncomfortable, so much so that she took a few breaths.

He Dongchuan heard the sound, opened his mouth to ask what happened and turned his head, but when he saw Su Ting's expression at this moment, he decisively chose to mute the sound, turned his head back silently, and pretended that he saw nothing.

Su Ting lowered her head to put on her underwear, then put on her loose trousers. She stood up, let out a long breath, took her toothpaste and toothbrush and went to wash.

When Su Ting went out, she looked next door. He Yan had already gone to school. The room was empty. The quilts were piled on the bed, and the kid didn't even know how to fold them.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I returned to the master bedroom. He Dongchuan had already gotten up. He was wearing a military shirt and the same military trousers he wore last night. He tightened his belt and looked very energetic.

"Did you finish washing?"

"Um."

"Then I'll go wash." He Dongchuan said and went out.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face quickly, which took only two or three minutes. When he was done, he took the enamel cup and toothbrush into the house and placed them on the dressing table casually.

Su Ting met his eyes through the mirror. He coughed and said, "I moved over here to sleep." Of course the toothbrush and cup should be placed here.

Su Ting said nothing, but lowered her eyes and continued to braid her hair.

He Dongchuan stood behind her and watched her. After a while, he reached out his hand and grabbed her braided hair and shook it.

"What?" Su Ting asked.

He Dongchuan said, "Let me see if your braid is strong enough."

Su Ting: “…”

I just don't understand.

…

On the second day of the holiday, Su Ting was able to sleep until she woke up naturally, but Wang Jingfang in the capital had already boarded the bus to the publishing house where she worked.

Wang Jingfang is an editor of "Lianhuan Pictorial". She has been working in this industry for eight years. Her work is not hard, but it is not easy either.

She gets up at 6:30 every day, washes up, makes breakfast for her husband and children, cleans up the house after breakfast, leaves home at 7:50, and rides her bike to the publishing house at around 8:20.

After arriving at the office, she usually does not start working immediately, but makes a cup of tea and goes to the toilet. Once she starts working, she will not get up from her stool for the whole morning, and she has no time to solve personal problems.

After returning from the toilet, she began to think about the layout of the new issue of the pictorial. The manuscript had been finalized before the holiday, and what remained was the typesetting and printing work.

The work may not seem like much, but it is very trivial and takes a lot of time, and I have to go through several meetings during this period.

That morning, Wang Jingfang was called by the editor-in-chief to attend a meeting. When she returned, it was already 11 o'clock. There was only one hour left before the end of the morning get off work, so it was inconvenient to do anything. She simply sat down to read the submissions.

"Lianhuan Pictorial" is currently the most widely circulated pictorial in the country. It has many readers and naturally many people submit their works. The submissions received by the publishing house every day are all delivered by postmen on tricycles in woven bags.

Although there are many editors in the publishing house, after distribution, there are hundreds of submissions delivered to the editors every day.

But these editors obviously cannot read hundreds of letters a day. Even with the help of new intern editors, the workload is still huge.

Therefore, Wang Jingfang still had hundreds of letters piled up on her right. Twenty of these letters were sent to her by intern editors who thought they were good and asked her to confirm whether they could be published. The remaining dozens of letters were sent to her when she was free, but she forgot to read them after reading a few of them and getting busy.

Wang Jingfang started with the ones recommended by the internship editor, but after an hour, she didn't see any that she was satisfied with.

In fact, those manuscripts were not bad. If they were published by second-tier publishing houses, they would most likely be selected. But in Wang Jingfang's view, those manuscripts were either not well drawn or the stories were not good enough. There were always some shortcomings.

Although two of the manuscripts looked okay and the shortcomings were not that obvious, she still wanted to take another look, so she put the two manuscripts together and gave the rest to the intern editor to help send them back.

After work in the afternoon, Wang Jingfang returned to the publishing house and had endless meetings. It was already past four o'clock when she finished. She continued to read the manuscripts that had not been opened.

Reading these manuscripts is even more tiring. Even if the illustrations and stories of the manuscripts that have been screened by the intern editors are not good enough, at least they are not too bad. These manuscripts that have not been opened are different. Both the painting and story levels are uneven.

But Wang Jingfang didn't dare to hand over the manuscript review work entirely to the intern editors, because they would occasionally miss good stories. She herself also enjoyed the pleasure of discovering pearls among a pile of manuscripts of varying quality.

However, she was not lucky today. After reading for more than an hour, she did not find any manuscript that caught her eye.

Wang Jingfang picked up the water cup, tilted her head back and took a big sip of tea. After swallowing it, she picked up the remaining manuscript and planned to hand it to the intern editor, asking him to exchange some of the manuscripts sent to her today.

She needed a change of mood badly.

But when she stood up, she inadvertently lowered her head and scanned the address of the top manuscript.

Naval base family compound?

Then she noticed that the letter was very thick.

Each issue of "Comic Book" has two to three pages of stories, usually with twenty to forty pictures, and the paper is usually 16A. You can buy a larger envelope and mail it without folding it in half. The envelope is no thicker than the wall of an enamel cup.

But this letter is bulging, so it must contain quite a few drawings, perhaps seventy, eighty, or even a hundred.

In an instant, Wang Jingfang changed her mind, sat down and opened the envelope.

When I took out the manuscript, the first thing that caught my eye was the four big words "Leaving Taoyuan Village".

Wang Jingfang thought this person was quite interesting. Normally, contributors would only send in their manuscripts and personal information, but this person's manuscript did not have any personal information, but had a cover that looked like a published comic book.

These four characters look quite special. They have the shape of characters, but also look a bit like paintings. They are very artistic.

And there is a line of words in the lower right corner of the cover: Su Ting/A Durian.

She knew Su Ting, and she thought it was the name of the original author. She also knew durian, as it was a southern fruit, but it appeared here. Wang Jingfang didn’t quite understand why it appeared here. It couldn’t be the author’s pen name, right?

It's so weird.

Wang Jingfang thought about it, opened the cover and looked down.

At first glance, the style of the picture is very mature and the painting is very detailed, which shows that the author has a deep foundation in painting. Looking at the text content, the writing is fluent, but perhaps due to the limited space, the first picture cannot be expanded and looks a bit plain.

Wang Jingfang guessed that the original author studied fine arts, so he had a solid foundation, but his storytelling ability might be average, and his personal style was not outstanding. But it was worth reading, so she turned to the second page and the third page.

By the fourth page, Wang Jingfang guessed what the story was about.

The protagonist of the story is Li Maochang, a reporter for a geographical magazine. One time, he was on a business trip to a remote place to collect folk songs, and he got lost and entered a deep mountain where it was rumored that there were wild men.

After three days and three nights of trekking, Li Maochang, who had no water or food, was exhausted. He found a relatively clean place and prepared to sit down and wait for death.

When he was about to die, Li Maochang saw a girl who spoke to him, but before he could hear clearly, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

He thought the girl was having a dying fantasy, but he woke up unexpectedly, only to find that the room he was in was unfamiliar. He was not sure whether he had been rescued or had gone to the underworld.

As he was confused, the door was pushed open from the outside and he saw the girl before she fainted.

It’s just that the girl’s attire was a little peculiar: her shirt was an old-fashioned double-breasted one.

When Li Maochang asked where the nearest commune was, the girl looked confused. After some questioning, he learned that the girl had never been out until she was 20 years old and had never seen anyone from outside the mountain.

When Li Maochang met the girl's father, his first question was: "What's going on out there? Is there still a war?"

…

Before becoming the editor of Comic Book, Wang Jingfang was already a comic book lover. Because of her love for comic books, she studied hard, tried to take the recruitment examination, was admitted to a publishing house, and engaged in her current job.

But after working as an editor for a long time, when she looked at new comics, she no longer had the same focus on joy as before, but her eyes were filled with more judgment and thought.

Now, it is difficult for her to finish reading a comic book without interruption.

Therefore, when she felt thirsty after reading the manuscript, she reached out for the cup but did not drink any water. When she came to her senses, she realized that half an hour had passed. She was stunned for a moment.

Then, she simply flipped through the manuscript from back to front, and finally her eyes fell on the four words "Leaving Taoyuan Village" on the title page.

After a long time, Wang Jingfang stood up and walked to the editor-in-chief's office with the manuscript.

…

After entering May, the temperature began to rise like a climbing hill. The furry blanket could no longer cover me, so Su Ting replaced it with a cotton quilt cover. She didn't stuff anything inside and only used the quilt to cover her stomach when she slept at night.

But it was of no use, as He Dongchuan's embrace made me feel warmer than a blanket.

Su Ting regretted it very much. If she had known that He Dongchuan had such a hot temper, she should have considered it for another half a year and let him move back to the master bedroom in the winter. Now, not only does he pull her to do exercise at night, he also always hugs her to sleep.

It's no use saying anything. They clearly planned to occupy half of the bed each before going to sleep, but they ended up rolling into each other while they were sleeping.

Su Ting was woken up by the heat for several nights in a row.

What is even more despairing is that it is only May now. By June, July, or even the hottest days of summer, how are we going to get through the days?

Whenever this thought came to her mind, she missed the days in her previous life when she had refrigerators and air conditioners.

However, even though she couldn't buy an air conditioner, she could still use an electric fan. Su Ting counted the industrial coupons she had on hand and mentioned the matter to He Dongchuan during dinner.

He Dongchuan had no objection to this. Although he was heat-resistant, Su Ting was obviously afraid of heat, and she would feel better with an electric fan.

Of course, he also had selfish motives, thinking that after buying the electric fan, he might be able to hold her in his arms while sleeping at night.

After discussing it, the couple took advantage of the weekend and took He Yan to Rong City.

Although they came for the electric fan, they did not go straight to the department store after arriving in the city. Instead, they went to see a movie first and then had a meal.

After dinner, He Dongchuan passed by the post office and made a phone call home.

He Yan is a big talker. As soon as he got the phone, he talked about buying fans. When it was Su Ting's turn to answer the phone, Cheng Xiaoman showed some concern and asked if they had enough tickets. If not, she asked He Dongchuan's father to find a way to get some.

Su Ting has been here for more than a month. She has also gone to collect tickets. She knows that many tickets these days are issued by local governments. Tickets from the capital cannot be used in Rong City. He Dongchuan's father has to find a solution. Most likely he has to ask for help from acquaintances here. It seems like a simple matter, but in fact it is all about favors.

Su Ting felt it was unnecessary to ask for favors for the Taiwan Electric fan, so she said it was not necessary and that the industrial coupons they had were enough.

As for the industrial coupons, they are enough. The only one who feels hot now is Su Ting. They can use the coupons to buy an electric fan to solve her urgent problem.

But when the weather gets hotter, the second bedroom will definitely need a fan. With the coupons He Dongchuan gives out every month, it will probably take several months to save up. However, He Dongchuan said that he would borrow some from others during this period, and he would definitely be able to let He Yan use the fan before the weather gets hot.

Although He Dongchuan needs favors when he borrows from others, his father's favors are much more valuable than his, so it is better to let him borrow.

When leaving and passing by the mailbox, Su Ting saw that there was no one at a counter. She hobbled over and asked the staff if there was any letter for her.

The staff did not check but just asked: "Where do you live?"

"Hiraikawa Island."

The staff member said: "Someone will deliver your letter to your home."

"Okay, thank you."

After thanking them, Su Ting returned to the two of them and said with a smile, "Let's go."

"Wait for the reply from the publisher?" He Dongchuan asked. He knew that Su Ting had submitted a manuscript to "Comic Book" and he had read the manuscript. Although he did not understand art, he could see that Su Ting had a good foundation in painting and the story was very special, so he consoled her by saying, "Maybe the reply is on the way."

Su Ting was very open-minded: "Well, actually I didn't expect to get the letter today, I just thought since I'm here now, it's okay to ask casually."

After coming out of the post office, the three of them looked for a place to eat.

We still found a local specialty restaurant, most of the dishes were seafood, but since Rongcheng is close to the sea, the prices were not expensive, and many dishes did not require tickets. It was rare for us to go out and have fun, so Su Ting was very generous with her food.

Of course, in the eyes of the military wives in the family compound, Su Ting has always been the one who spends money lavishly.

After lunch, the three of them went straight to the department store.

But when they arrived at the department store, they did not go straight to buy electric fans. Instead, they strolled around slowly, buying as they went.

What I bought were mainly food, such as biscuits, cakes, and maltose.

Malted milk can be said to be the top food of the era. Those who are poor drink malted milk, and those who are rich drink it like water. Those who have not given birth should drink it, and those who have given birth should drink it even more during the confinement period.

Of course, in the eyes of people at that time, maltose was indeed a good thing, the kind that looked very decent when used to entertain guests, so Yu Xiaofang often bought it.

Su Ting had drunk it once at her house and thought it tasted really good, so she bought a can this time, just in time to replenish He Yan's body.

In fact, when it comes to nourishing the body, the best thing is of course milk, but no one raises cows on Pingchuan Island, and there is no milk station. There may be one in the city, but Su Ting doesn't know where it is, nor does she know where to ask. She also doesn't know whether the people at the milk station would be willing to deliver the milk if they are the only family ordering it.

But she didn't hide it. After thinking about it, she told He Dongchuan directly.

He Dongchuan had never thought of this before because he had no experience. After He Yan was born, his parents had helped to raise him, and he, as a father, had never taken care of him. Therefore, although He Yan was already six years old, he was actually a novice father and had to learn many things on the spot.

After learning that drinking milk is good for the body and can help grow taller, He Dongchuan took the blame on himself and said he would ask someone to find out.

The results are not out yet, so I have to use malted milk to mix it up for now.

But even if they could order milk and maltose, it wouldn't be a big deal. They could afford it anyway, and the food tasted good, so it would be decent to serve it to guests.

Before going up to the second floor, the three of them bought a lot of food.

Originally Su Ting wanted to buy some fruit, but when she saw He Dongchuan had a lot of bags in his hands and he was going to buy a fan later, she gave up and thought she might have to get the food herself.

There is no way, she is weak and has to face reality.

Electrical appliances are on the third floor. Not only electrical appliances, but also sewing machines, bicycles, watches, beds, wardrobes and other valuable items are all on the third floor.

When passing by the bicycle and sewing machine counter, Su Ting remembered something and approached He Dongchuan and asked in a low voice: "Do you think I should sell the sewing machine and bicycle ticket?"

Su Ting had two large tickets in her hand, both of which were the betrothal gifts given by He Dongchuan when her original body married He Dongchuan.

But it turned out that He Dongchuan had been busy since he came to the island. She had never been far away and did not dare to go to the city alone, so this matter was delayed until Su Ting came through.

Su Ting has no obsession with the three major items of this era. She has no job, so she can't use a bicycle even if she buys one, let alone a sewing machine. She is lucky enough to be able to mend torn clothes. Making clothes? Don't even think about it.

Because she had no use for them, she had not touched the two tickets. Today, she thought of getting rid of them. But this was the betrothal gift from He Dongchuan. Whether to sell or use it, she must ask for his opinion.

He Dongchuan asked: "You don't want a sewing machine and a bicycle?"

"I don't go to work, and it's only a few steps to the canteen to get food, so I don't need a bicycle," Su Ting said as she thought about it, "but you can buy one, and you can ride it when you go to the camp."

The family compound is actually not far from the military camp, only about two kilometers away. If Su Ting walks there, it may take more than half an hour, but he runs back and forth every day and only takes more than ten minutes to get there.

However, buying a bicycle would definitely make it a lot more convenient for him to go to and from get off work every day. There are people who ride bicycles in the family compound, so he would come home very early every night.

Su Ting said: "I'll keep the bicycle ticket for now, and sell the plane ticket. I can't make clothes even if I buy it."

He Dongchuan had seen the clothes that Su Ting had mended. The stitches were so awful that it looked like a centipede was lying on the clothes.

Although He Yan was precocious, he was only six years old after all. When he was having fun, he would not care about anything else and would often kneel or sit on the ground. This also caused holes to appear on his trousers at the knees and buttocks.

Ever since Su Ting mended his clothes once, He Yan has been more careful when playing. Because his mother's craftsmanship is so poor, he is embarrassed to wear the pants that have been mended by her!

He Dongchuan thought that Su Ting's sewing skills might not be enough to use a sewing machine, so he said, "Okay, I'll ask someone in the next few days to see if I can exchange it for a large ticket that can be used."

As they were talking, the three of them arrived at the counter selling electric fans.

There are many electric fans on the counter, and the brands are also varied. However, the most famous one is Watson, an old brand established before the founding of the People's Republic of China. The quality of the fans is very good, and the corresponding price is also relatively high, nearly two hundred per unit.

Other brands are much cheaper. The cheapest ones can be bought for just over a hundred dollars, and the most expensive ones are no more than a hundred and fifty dollars, and the one hundred and fifty dollars is for a standing fan.

Su Ting wanted to buy a standing fan because it was convenient to use, and the price was not a consideration for her. Anyway, He Dongchuan's salary was high, and she could save up the two hundred yuan in two months.

In fact, Su Ting is not blindly choosing expensive or wrong things.

She also did the math in her mind. The quality of electrical appliances at that time was pretty good. For example, many people bought fans in the 1970s and 1980s, and they can still be used after washing them clean and plugging them in 50 years later.

Of course, she didn't expect the electric fan she bought to last for decades, but even if she calculated it for five years, two hundred yuan would only be forty yuan a year.

Pingchuan Island has a low latitude and a long summer. The fan can blow from the beginning of May to the end of September, which is five months. It costs eight yuan per month. If you round it up to every day, the fan is free.

There were not many styles of standing fans, only five. Su Ting asked the salesperson to try them one by one, and finally she chose the most expensive Watson brand.

After paying and receiving the packaged standing fan, He Dongchuan picked it up and left. He did not give the bags of food to Su Ting, but carried them himself.

But Su Ting was embarrassed to let He Dongchuan take it all, so she took the food from him, then opened a package while walking and shared it with He Yan.

He Dongchuan: “…”

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Su Ting was greedy or felt sorry for him because he took too much and was helping him share the food.

…

He Yan is very passionate about fans and urges his father to turn on the fan as soon as he gets home.

He Dongchuan was pressed to the point of having no choice but to open the carton that contained the fan, take it out, plug it into the socket in the living room, and press the button to block the draft.

The fan blades whirred, He Yan walked to the fan, squinted his eyes and let the breeze blow on his cheeks.

Seeing that he was about to put his face against the fan cover, He Dongchuan reminded him, "Don't get too close."

He Yan said "oh", took four small steps back, looked up and asked, "Is this ok?"

"Can."

He Dongchuan responded and went to do his own thing, leaving He Yan standing in front of the electric fan, jumping left and right, trying to get the wind to every pore of his body.

When Su Ting came out of the master bedroom, she saw He Yan standing in front of the fan with his hands raised high, spinning in circles. She couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Do you want me to buy you a skirt?"

"Mom!" He Yan stopped spinning and asked with his head tilted, "Why did you buy me a skirt?"

"You're wearing a skirt, standing here and spinning around. You look like a princess." Su Ting was just joking at first, but after thinking about the scene, she felt like doing something.

He Yan is also good-looking, tall and thin, fair and tender, and he must look good in women's clothing. Moreover, wearing women's clothing is a very precious experience, and maybe Long Aotian will never have a second time in his life.

Seeing Su Ting's eyes shining, He Yan had a bad feeling in his heart, stepped back and said, "Forget it, I'm not a girl."

Su Ting said nonsense: "It's not that only girls can wear skirts. You are still young, you should try different styles of clothing. Anyway, you are good-looking, so you will look good in a skirt. When the time comes, I will tie two small pigtails on your head, and you will be very cute..."

Su Ting said this while pinching He Yan's hair and gesturing.

The more He Yan listened, the more he opened his mouth, fearing that Su Ting really wanted him to wear a skirt. When he saw his father enter the room, he rushed into his arms and shouted, "Dad, help me! Mom is crazy! She wants me to wear a skirt!!!"

He Dongchuan knocked on He Yan's head first, and said seriously, "How do you talk?" Then he asked what happened.

"I just came out and saw him spinning around, so I said I would buy him a skirt to wear," Su Ting explained, and then asked with a smile, "Xiao Yan, do you really not want to wear a skirt? You are really cute!"

He Yan was firm: "I don't want it!"

Su Ting sighed: "Well, if you don't want to, forget it."

Alas, this is the dark history of the future boss.

Because of this incident, He Yan didn't dare to move around the fan anymore, for fear that she would be forced to wear a skirt.

But He Dongchuan still has a great passion for electric fans. In the evening, when Su Ting came back to the room after taking a shower and was wiping her face and combing her hair, He Dongchuan kept fiddling with the electric fan, adjusting the angle, and even specifically asked Su Ting which wind speed she wanted.

Su Ting had just combed her hair and got into bed when He Dongchuan grabbed her wrist and said, "Shall we try the fan?"

"Hasn't it been tried?" Su Ting asked doubtfully. They had tried it when they bought the fan, and they had used it for a long time after returning home, so there must be no problem with the quality.

He Dongchuan said: "Don't try this."

"What is that?"

"Is the wind strong enough when you were trying to sleep? Did you feel hot?" He Dongchuan said seriously, then lowered his head and kissed Su Ting's lips.

That night, He Dongchuan held Su Ting and moved her head to the fan, then her feet, and then her front and back to the fan, feeling the wind from all directions, 360 degrees.

Before falling into darkness, Su Ting thought of a topic she had read before traveling through time - how conservative were people in the 1970s and 1980s?

There were a variety of answers, and she wrote one for fun. Based on relevant information she had absorbed from somewhere, she wrote an 800-word answer.

But now, thinking of that answer, Su Ting just wanted to laugh.

Conservative ass! He Dongchuan is playing with the fans! She said he is conservative, but the fans don't agree!