Sleepiness

It was a rare sunny day on the way back to Changbei Province from Beijing. The cold wind seemed to have lessened a lot. The snow gradually dissipated under the sun, revealing dots of green hidden under the white.

The train passed through cities of all sizes with a wheezing sound, and finally stopped at the destination.

Since the third day was the wedding banquet of Liang Junqiang and Huang Yali, the two did not have time to rest in the provincial capital for a night and went directly back to the village. The two who had been married once were relatively familiar with the process, and they could be said to be handy in running around to help. Even Ma Xiuzhi praised Liang Qingqing for her meticulous work, without any mistakes.

The compliments greatly boosted Liang Qingqing's confidence. In addition, this was the wedding banquet of her second brother and his best friend, so she paid more attention to it than anyone else, and was busy from morning to night. Fortunately, there were no mistakes on the wedding day, and it ended very successfully.

When helping to return the table, Liang Qingqing seemed to see a familiar figure in the crowd, but when she looked carefully again, the person disappeared again. She thought it was her eyes, so she didn't care too much, but it still left a mark in her heart.

Huang Shumin, this name has not appeared in her mind for a long time. If she hadn't seen a figure that looked very much like her today, Liang Qingqing probably wouldn't remember her anymore.

It was said that after that farce, no one knew what happened, but the Huang family and the Deng family actually shook hands and made peace, and the two families often visited each other, which made the villagers laugh for a long time. During that time, the gossips about them were almost all about them.

Just when everyone was confused, Huang Shumin married Deng Weiping with great fanfare! The betrothal gifts were tied up in several boxes with red satin, which made everyone dumbfounded.

Some people despised the Huang family for sending their daughter to be a lesbian for profit and ruining their happiness for a lifetime.

There were also people who envied the Huang family for marrying a second-married daughter and getting such a betrothal gift.

No matter what, it had nothing to do with her and the Liang family. Liang Qingqing retracted her gaze and continued to do her own thing.

Under a big tree not far away, a woman carefully poked her head out. She first glanced at Liang Qingqing standing in the yard. Seeing that she didn't look at her again, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked at the door of the main hall, her eyes full of expectation, wanting to see the person she had been thinking about again.

The amazing glimpse just now appeared in her mind. Today, he was wearing a military coat, a big red flower on his chest, and his short hair was made into a fashionable hairstyle with hair gel. His eyebrows were full of smiles, and he was more vigorous and energetic than when he married her.

He was so handsome that the young men present could not match him.

But he would never look at her again.

Huang Shumin clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh. Since there was no medicine for regret in the world, and the two of them could never go back to the past, why couldn't she choose a path where she could live without worries? It didn't matter whether the person beside the bed liked a man or a woman. Anyway, she had someone in her heart and didn't care at all.

Thinking of this, Huang Shumin stared at the door of the main hall with her eyes, but she didn't get what she wanted until the people in the yard dispersed. In order to avoid being recognized by acquaintances, she could only leave with her head back every three steps.

*

In a blink of an eye, the bleakness of winter disappeared, replaced by the vibrant spring.

The peach tree planted by Fan Yanxing in the yard finally bloomed. Liang Qingqing instructed him to move a table and chair, and read leisurely under the tree. She had already read the books for junior high and high school once, and this was the second time. She marked each knowledge point.

The sun was shining brightly, and it was warm on her body. She squinted her eyes and folded the coat on her body. She yawned involuntarily, covered her lips and yawned. She lazily raised her legs and put them on Fan Yanxing who was sitting next to her. She felt a little drowsy, and her long eyelashes trembled again and again, and finally closed them.

Fan Yanxing, who had not heard the sound of turning pages for a long time, noticed something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and saw a beautiful picture that he would never forget.

The woman in plain clothes was sleeping soundly on a wooden chair, breathing evenly. She didn't wake up even when her coat was about to slip off her body. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she had put on rouge, which made her look very cute and peaceful. Her half-dried long hair hung down to her waist, and some of it fluttered in the wind, brushing against the back of his hand and causing a tingling sensation.

Behind her were peach blossoms in full bloom, with one or two pink petals falling occasionally, which was extremely beautiful.

Fan Yanxing looked at her for a long time before coming back to his senses. He shook his head as if laughing, then closed the book in his hand and picked her up from the chair gently. She only frowned slightly at such a big commotion, and then leaned on his chest and continued to sleep without even opening her eyes.

It is good to be sleepy in spring, and being able to sleep is a blessing. She has been like this recently, and Fan Yanxing is no longer surprised.

She slept soundly, and he didn't want to disturb her, but it was windy outside and the temperature was low. If she caught a cold, it would be a loss.

After carefully putting her on the bed and covering her with a quilt, Fan Yanxing left the room. Her book was still on the table, still a high school textbook or something like that. He opened a page at random and found that it was filled with notes written carefully in ink.

His fingertips brushed over the handwriting, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Usually, asking her to read a few classics was like asking her to die, but now she didn't find these textbooks boring. It didn't count if she read them by herself, she had to drag him and her relatives and friends to read them together, and even conduct random checks from time to time, and those who didn't answer correctly would be "fined"!

The reason was to respond to the leaders' quotations and be a good young man who keeps pace with the times.

There was nothing wrong with this, and everyone agreed with it, so they were happy to study with her.

However, Fan Yanxing felt that it was not that simple. She never did "idle things", and this time she dragged everyone to study together, there must be something behind it, but he thought about it but couldn't think of a reason for doing so, so he could only ask her, but she kept giving the same explanation and was unwilling to tell the real reason. After so many times, no matter how curious he was, he didn't ask.

Everyone has their own little secrets, and he would not force the truth.

After tidying up the books and moving the tables and chairs back to the main room, Fan Yanxing went to the kitchen. Liang Qingqing had been asking for fried lentils and leeks yesterday, so he went to the mountain this morning to pick a handful of leeks, which had been washed and placed there, so he could just stir-fry them in the pan.

He estimated the time she would wake up, and went to his private plot to pick a few peppers, stir-fried them with eggs, which she also liked.

When the meal was almost ready, there was some noise at the door. Fan Yanxing looked up and saw Liang Qingqing standing not far away, rubbing her eyes. She leaned against the door frame, her body limp as if she had no bones. Her voice was hoarse as if she had just woken up, "I'm so sleepy."

The lazy and rising ending of her voice seemed to be coquettish, and it made him want to hold the whole world in his palm and give it to her.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Fan Yanxing hurriedly put the eggs on the plate, and after wiping his hands, he put his arm around her shoulders and asked her to sit down at the dining table.

Liang Qingqing took advantage of the situation and hugged his waist, tilted her head back, pursed her lips and smiled, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing was stunned, and the smile on his lips became bigger and bigger. He couldn't help but teasing: "Little pig."

Can sleep and eat, what else is it but a little pig?

"Humph, you scold me, I won't talk to you anymore." Liang Qingqing took back her hand suddenly, turned her head away angrily and didn't look at Fan Yanxing. The latter thought she was pretending to be angry at first. After all, the two of them had a lot of small fights, and what he said was not considered "scolding". It was not

until he said several sentences and didn't hear Liang Qingqing reply that he realized something was wrong. He

chased over and saw a pair of red eyes, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes. The whole person was wronged to the point that his cheeks bulged, and he bit his lower lip tightly to stop crying.

Fan Yanxing panicked immediately and held her face in his hands, ready to wipe the tears from her eyes, but his hand was slammed away as soon as it touched her.

"You scold me, wuwuwu, I'm just hungry, do you have to scold me?" The golden beans on the string finally fell down, one after another, hitting the back of his hand, burning his hand and shaking. He didn't care about anything else and hugged her in his arms, whispering an apology: "Qingqing, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have scolded you, I'm sorry."

She struggled to escape from his arms, but those strong arms were like a copper wall and an iron wall. Even if she used all her strength, she couldn't move at all.

She became even angrier at once, and her hands were not gentle enough, leaving a bloody red mark on his arm with her nails.

Seeing this, she swallowed guiltily, and stopped crying and shouting to leave. Instead, she gradually calmed down, blinking her beautiful and pitiful eyes and looking at him, with the words "she didn't mean it" written all over her face.

Fan Yanxing was unwilling to argue with her about this, as he was still feeling guilty for not considering her feelings and laughing at her just now.

"I won't say those words again, Qingqing, please forgive me, okay? Don't cry." He took the tissue on the table and wiped the tears from her face. Looking at her red and swollen eyes, his heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a big hand, and it hurt slightly.

Liang Qingqing knew well that climbing up the pole and quitting were the two principles. After hearing what Fan Yanxing said, she pretended to hesitate for two seconds, then hugged his waist again, pursed her lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Feeling the touch of her fingertips, Fan Yanxing's arm trembled and shook his head, "No."

How much strength did she have? Even if it hurt, how much could it hurt?

"Fan Yanxing, I feel that my temper has not been very stable recently, do you think so?" Liang Qingqing suddenly raised her head, met his gaze, and asked for his opinion seriously, with some confusion in her eyes.

"I don't think so." Fan Yanxing blurted out this answer without hesitation, but after a few seconds, he added: "You girls always have such days in a month, it's normal." After

the voice fell, Liang Qingqing nodded in agreement, and then her expression froze, looking at her flat belly in disbelief, and it took her a long time to find her voice, "I don't think I had my period last month, and this month too."

"What did you mean by missing?" Fan Yanxing answered subconsciously, and only after he finished speaking did he realize the meaning of Liang Qingqing's words, his pupils shrank sharply, and he almost fell off the chair.

The two of them held onto the dining table at the same time, and for a moment the kitchen was so quiet that you could hear your breathing.