Pasting lanterns is not a difficult task. Zhao Luochuan has done it before. He boils a pot of rice paste for pasting Spring Festival couplets, and then pastes it layer by layer all around until there are no gaps.
Zhao Luochuan first applied a layer of primer, and then spread out the paper he had bought earlier. He had gone to school when he was a child and had a complete set of pens and ink. He dug it out from the pile of miscellaneous items, bit the pen and pondered for a long time.
He couldn't think of any of Yang Anchen's flowery words, so he used his crude brain to think for a long time, and finally wrote "peace every year". Anyway, that was the meaning, as long as the intention was there.
When writing the two names, Zhao Luochuan pulled Yang Donghu together, stood behind him, held his hand, and wrote carefully on the paper stroke by stroke.
Yang Donghu never said that he could read. Although there was a big difference between the writing systems of the two worlds, as long as the writing was not obscure, Yang Donghu could recognize most of it.
The stove in the room was burning non-stop, and it was very warm. Yang Donghu took off his outer coat and sat on a stool wearing only a snow-white undercoat. It was warm today, and Zhao Luochuan boiled water for him to wash his hair in the afternoon. The newly bought soap beans were very useful, and his whole body was filled with a fragrant smell.
Zhao Luochuan held his hands tightly with one hand, and put the other hand in his hair. He gently lifted a strand of hair and put it under his nose to smell it, and then scratched his neck with the tip of his hair.
"Hmm, itchy." Yang Donghu shrank his neck, and the pen in his hand was a little unstable, and the last stroke of the word "Chuan" was written crookedly.
Zhao Luochuan pushed harder, and even if his husband refused, he was unwilling to let him go. He pressed harder and said, "Don't move. It won't look good when you write it down later."
Yang Donghu really wanted to ask him, "Are you writing seriously?" But he wasn't unsympathetic. Half a year had passed, and the two of them hadn't been intimate once. He also knew that Zhao Luochuan was in his prime, and that it was a bit cruel to only watch and not touch. He had heard more than once that the person next to him secretly comforted himself in the middle of the night, but now he couldn't do anything, so Yang Donghu had to pretend he didn't hear.
Today was really unbearable. Not only did Zhao Luochuan mess up Yang Donghu's hair, he also secretly pressed his lips on the white and tender neck that was exposed because Yang Donghu lowered his head.
His already shaking hands began to shake even more. Yang Donghu didn't notice for a moment and twisted his wrist, leaving a long mark of thick ink on the paper.
Yang Donghu stopped writing, turned his head and stared at the culprit behind him with a bad look. Zhao Luochuan scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, it's okay. There's still some time next to us. Let's rewrite it."
As he said this, he held his husband's hand again, and this time he learned his lesson and wrote his full name honestly.
But that stroke was too eye-catching, and Yang Donghu felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it. He suddenly had an idea and added another stroke next to that one, and the two strokes just formed a heart shape. He nodded with satisfaction and handed the paper to Zhao Luochuan to paste it on.
Outside the house, there were stars twinkling, and under the starry sky were sky lanterns that kept rising up. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu had already lit them together during dinner that night.
It was already late at night when the lanterns were made, but the nights during the New Year were never quiet. Zhao Luochuan was tall and could hang the lanterns in places that ordinary people could not reach by just standing on tiptoe.
Yang Donghu clasped his hands together under the tree. His life was now happy and there was nothing more he needed to hope for or pray for. His only wish was that all his loved ones could be safe, healthy and enjoy their old age.
"Now our wish has no chance of not coming true. Others light one, and we light two. God will surely hear ours first."
Zhao Luochuan smiled and held Yang Donghu in his arms, his hand gently caressing his belly. "Once we get down from the mountain this time, I'll go to town and find a wet nurse. Since she's going to live with us and take care of you when you're extremely weak, we can't be careless at all. We have to select and examine her carefully. Not only the wet nurse, but also her family members. She has to have excellent character. Otherwise, who knows what shameful things she might do behind your back."
Yang Donghu had known for a long time that it was impossible to feed a child personally. Yun Qiao gave birth to two children in a row, and he specially found wet nurses for both of them. Perhaps he had a good eye for people, and the two wet nurses he picked served him very attentively.
Some girls are too thin to give birth, and when they finally have a child, they don't have enough milk to feed it, so they will look for experienced women to be wet nurses. If the neighbors are close, and both families have children born around the same time, the kind-hearted ones will feed the baby together.
There hadn't been any happy events in the village for a long time, and there wasn't a woman of the same age as Yang Donghu. Zhu Yicheng's wife was well-fed and plump, but she lived too far away, making it inconvenient to travel back and forth, so they gave up the idea.
In fact, if the child could really be handed over to Zhu Yicheng's wife to be raised, it would definitely be safer than leaving it to an outsider. It's just not a coincidence. It would be better if they lived nearby.
Yang Donghu remembered that when he went to see Yun Qiao before, he had seen the wet nurse who raised Xia Xia. She had a round face and a pair of dimples when she smiled. She looked very kind. It was just that Xia Xia still couldn't do without the wet nurse. If some time passed, maybe he could invite her over.
"Anyway, there are still a few months left, so I can take my time choosing. Once I've chosen, I'll have to go to her village and ask around to see what other people think of her family's character."
Yang Donghu leaned lazily in Zhao Luochuan's arms. The wind blew the lantern a little, and the candlelight inside flickered a few times and then returned to calm.
Zhao Luochuan nodded, hugged the person and turned back into the house.
At the end of the month, Yang Donghu's ankles suddenly began to swell. When pressed, they left a mark, and it took a long time to recover. He was shocked at first, thinking that he had some strange disease. Zhu Cuilan, who had been through it before, knew what was going on at a glance and told him to relax and think that he would be fine after just a few days.
That’s what he said, but it’s not that easy to endure. Yang Donghu not only feels his ankles are swollen, but sometimes his eyelids are swollen and uncomfortable when he wakes up.
Her originally slender figure gradually became rounder, and her appetite became bigger and bigger. She could eat the amount of two meals in one meal, and the sleeves of her clothes became a little tight.
Winter was almost over, and it didn't seem cost-effective to buy new clothes at this time. He heard Zhu Cuilan say that the fat now was all water, and the edema would disappear immediately once the baby was born.
If the clothes were made according to his current body size, he would not be able to wear them later. Yang Donghu thought about it and decided to forget it. He didn't like going out anyway. The worst that could happen was that he would wear fewer clothes indoors. He would feel better when spring came.
As if to compensate for the continuous heavy snow in the past period of time, it has been sunny since the first month of the lunar year. The festive atmosphere has completely dissipated, and the busy farmers' stomachs are starting to get irritated again. Many people asked Zhu Cuilan whether the banquet she was going to prepare for her daughter-in-law was generous.
There was no malicious intent in these words, and Zhu Cuilan was happy to talk to them. Both sides were happily waiting for the feast, but some people couldn't stand it.
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