The big bed that was of great significance was returned by the men from the dung removal team.
Even during this period, Qin Sijun took some time out of his busy schedule to paint an exquisite pattern on the head of the bed with colored paint, which was a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Lin Wanjun stood by the bed, looking at the two lifelike mandarin ducks embracing each other at the head of the bed, and couldn't help but raise her hand to gently stroke them.
The bed was covered with a large red quilt specially prepared by Li Yuetang, and the two pillows were pressed tightly together, as if they were back on their wedding night.
"Junjun, do you want to take a shower?"
Song Zhanjin came in from outside with a gourd ladle in his hand.
Lin Wanjun turned around, looked at the wooden barrel in the corner, then looked at the charcoal fire burning brightly in the middle of the room, and nodded slightly.
"OK!"
After a while, Song Zhanjin brought in two buckets of hot water and poured them into the bath tub.
He brought in two more braziers and fanned the flames a little. Suddenly, the room became as warm as spring.
After doing all this, he walked to the door, but did not go out. Instead, he closed the door and turned to look at Lin Wanjun.
"What are you doing? Don't you know not to look at what is inappropriate?"
Lin Wanjun paused as she was about to unbutton her clothes and looked at Song Zhanjin with a squint.
"Outsiders shouldn't look at what's going on. We're husband and wife, and helping my wife bathe is the husband's duty."
Song Zhanjin said with a playful smile: "Before, wasn't it me who helped you take a bath?"
These words reminded Lin Wanjun of her previous crazy marriage life.
At that time, they were inseparable. Although they did not have sex for various reasons, apart from that, they explored almost everything about each other.
Every time he takes a shower, Song Zhanjin boils a full bucket of hot water.
She washed first, and Song Zhanjin stood by the tub, washing her hair and rubbing her back.
Often, when they were rubbing each other, they would accidentally go off. He would hug her from behind and kiss her passionately and eagerly, and the hot water would often turn cold, leaving water stains all over the floor...
During that time, Lin Wanjun was almost immersed in the madness and sweetness of love and couldn't extricate herself.
After those things happened, although she remained calm and rational, and even prepared to divorce and run away, it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel sad in her heart.
How could she not feel bad? She was really moved.
Lin Wanjun didn't answer, and Song Zhanjin took it as her consent.
So he stepped forward, raised his hands to unbutton her clothes, and his breathing became rapid.
Just as he unbuttoned the first button, Lin Wanjun suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Who wants to go back to the way things were with you? I told you, this marriage of ours is no longer valid!"
She took a few steps back, leaned on the edge of the table, and looked at Song Zhanjin with a smile.
"Also, during the time I moved out, you and Dong Yingying lived under the same roof. There's no guarantee something might happen..."
Lin Wanjun sneered.
"I don't want a man who's been used by another woman. He's dirty!"
These words made Song Zhanjin angry and helpless.
What do you mean by "used by other women"? He's a person, not a thing!
Oh no, he is a thing...
Damn, how did I get myself into this mess?
"Sister! I'm here to testify for my brother. He and Dong Yingying are innocent!"
Suddenly, Song Lingyi's voice came from outside, crisp and naughty.
"My brother lives in the same house with Dad. Even if Dong Yingying had her own ideas, she wouldn't have a chance. Dad's a war hero, how could he possibly let her succeed?"
"Besides, my brother is injured and almost dead, how can I do anything... Ugh!"
Before she could finish her words, Song Lingyi's mouth was covered, and then Li Yuetang's scolding was heard.
"You're so naughty at such a young age. Instead of sleeping in your room, you're eavesdropping outside your brother and sister's room? Song Lingyi, do you deserve a beating?"
While scolding, Li Yuetang slapped Song Lingyi on the butt a few times.
Song Lingyi was beaten and screamed.
"Sister! Help! Our mother killed the baby!"
Lin Wanjun didn't bother to argue with Song Zhanjin anymore. She hurriedly opened the door and walked out to rescue Song Lingyi from Li Yuetang.
"Just protect her!"
Li Yuetang glared at Lin Wanjun and said, "Not only you, but your father as well. You've spoiled this little girl so much that she's completely lawless now!"
"Don't blame us. No one has spoiled a child more than you!"
Lin Wanjun smiled and said, "Let's just say that when Lingyi was staying at Hanyang Commune, the little boy next door had his head broken. And you, so good as to come and apologize on Lingyi's behalf!"
These words made Li Yuetang feel a little guilty.
"That's not... because she's afraid people will scold her!"
Lin Wanjun curled her lips.
"She did something wrong and got scolded, isn't that what she deserves? And yet you're protecting her!"
Song Zhanjin, standing by, chimed in, "I never received this kind of treatment when I was a kid. Whenever I got into trouble, whenever someone came to your door, regardless of who was right or wrong, you forced me to apologize."
Not only did he have to go to his father's house to apologize and admit his mistake, but he also had to be beaten with a rolling pin when his father got home from get off work. It was simply...
The past is too painful to recall!
Li Yuetang was at a loss for words. She couldn't bear to hit her daughter-in-law, so she slapped her own son on the forehead a few times.
"You're the only one who talks too much!"
After scolding Song Zhanjin a few words, Li Yuetang grabbed Song Lingyi's ear and went back to the room.
Before closing the door, Song Lingyi winked at Song Zhanjin and cheered him on.
"Brother, come on! When your nephew is born, I'll help you take care of him. I'm very experienced!"
Song Zhanjin gave Song Lingyi a thumbs up and said with satisfaction, "As expected of my sister, you're awesome!"
After a lot of trouble, the ambiguous atmosphere was long gone.
The water in the bucket was a little cold, so Song Zhanjin went to the kitchen to boil a pot. After adding the water, Lin Wanjun took a quick bath and then wrapped herself in clothes and got into bed.
Song Zhanjin took a quick bath with the same water that Lin Wanjun had used. Without cleaning up, he blew out the light and got into bed.
This is a double quilt, big and thick. Li Yuetang stuffed a few hot water bottles in it in advance. The quilt is now warm, making Lin Wanjun so comfortable that she can't help but sigh.
It’s so warm!
When Song Zhanjin got into bed, Lin Wanjun drew a 38th parallel.
"Our relationship is quite special now. Okay, don't cross the line, or I'll give you a slap!"
Looking at the 38th parallel separated by a pillowcase and listening to Lin Wanjun's righteous and stern voice in the darkness, Song Zhanjin was so angry that he laughed.
OK! Lin Wanjun, you are really good!
There's a hot water bottle in my bed right now. You've drawn a line between us. When the charcoal fire goes out in the middle of the night and the hot water bottle gets cold, I'll see if you can still be stubborn...
As expected, when the charcoal fire went out in the second half of the night, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and Lin Wanjun, who was always afraid of the cold, was shivering with cold.
Deeply sleepy, she instinctively looked for a source of heat.
First her feet touched something warm and furry, so she took the initiative to stick to it.
Soon after, her hand touched the warm and throbbing place. She leaned over but still felt it was not enough, so she raised her arms and hugged it tightly.
Only after her entire body was covered with the "heat source" did she sigh with satisfaction, find a suitable position, and fall into a deep sleep...
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