Chapter 33 Physics
"Qingcao, why are you here?" Song Li heard the sound of the door and thought it was his son coming. He was about to talk to him, but unexpectedly, his daughter-in-law came with him.
Although she changed her name, her family members and villagers still called her Qingcao when they met her, and she didn't correct them. She just let it be.
But it didn't sound like she was welcome.
Liu Qingqing glanced at Song Jinglin, then turned around and smiled: "I took a day off with an older sister."
"You must be tired after waiting for a while. Have you eaten?" Song Li realized that there was something wrong with his words and quickly made amends.
Liu Qingqing: "Yes, I ate it. I dragged Jinglin to eat with me in the cafeteria, otherwise he would have come here hungry."
“…”Yes, her son is the dumbest.
Song Li's smile faded a little: "Then you two should go and have some rest."
"Okay, your son is on the march to fight. I've gotten a stitch in the side from running all the way. Let's go into the house first." Liu Qingqing said without blushing or panting, and then went to her own room.
Song Qi glanced at his son who was following behind and just said hello, and he was furious.
He entered the main room and slammed the door.
"Don't use so much force, you're about to break yourself."
Song Qi: "I just slammed the door like that and it broke???"
Father Song frowned. What was going on?
"The second brother only comes here for a few days."
Song Qi sat down on the head of the bed: "You're still mad at me after just a few days."
"Isn't it just that I came here with my wife? Why are you so angry? What's the matter? If I'm not with my wife, you still want me to live in the same room with you."
Song Li's eyes were blazing with anger. She turned around and gave the old man two hammer blows. She was so angry that all she could say was: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Father Song waved her hand away impatiently: "Come as soon as you can. The second son only comes once every one or two years. Don't you want him to have a son?"
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Familiar taste, familiar recipe. If there wasn't someone next to her who was not suitable to watch the fun, she would have wanted to laugh.
Perhaps because their house had never made any noise, the old lady didn't know that the house was not soundproof.
Otherwise, they wouldn't do things one way here and another way there.
If she knew that her son could hear clearly what she was doing inside while pretending to be nice, what kind of expression would she have?
expect.
Song Jinglin felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know how the house was built. He could hear it so clearly.
Although the family was still struggling because of the loss of money when the house was being built.
But he sent ten dollars home every month at that time, and he should have paid it back in a few years.
Besides, it only costs a few dozen dollars to build a house in the village, so how could the house be built like this?
Song Jinglin scratched his hair and saw that his wife had finished washing and started soaking her feet.
He also hurried outside to wash himself.
The water in early April was still very cold, but why did his face feel hotter the more he washed?
Liu Qingqing changed into the pure cotton pajamas she had sewn herself.
The cut is loose, yet tightly wrapped. It is completely in line with the characteristics of the times.
When Song Jinglin walked into the house with a red face like a monkey's butt, he saw his wife untying the rubber bands on the heads of her two small brushes.
After untying her hair, Liu Qingqing used a comb to smooth it out.
This type of brush head is actually quite uncomfortable. It hangs on both sides of the neck every day, which is very uncomfortable.
In a place where low-key and sociable people are the key to survival, being independent and unique may be the reason why you go to the Northwest.
There was a kerosene lamp lit in the room, and the dim light shone on her face, allowing him to see a hazy beauty.
Song Jinglin's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and he couldn't move forward at all.
"Turn off the lights later." Liu Qingqing was fearless. She didn't notice anything when it was dark on the road before.
If you don't understand it now, you must be crazy.
This man is still thinking about that matter.
Although she had never experienced it before, she was not afraid at all.
Song Jinglin felt like he was freed from the spell of immobilization after hearing these words.
He quickly turned off the lights and got into bed, his hands and feet so nimble that it seemed as if he had done it all in one go.
Liu Qingqing blinked in the dark, wanting to laugh but holding it back.
Song Jinglin lay flat beside her. The bed was not big, and with his big body, it felt like he would fall to the ground if he moved.
The two of them were covered with the same quilt, seemingly shoulder to shoulder and legs to legs, but in fact they were not touching at all.
As the night deepened, Liu Qingqing saw that he had not moved at all, and the draft she had written on her lips was of no use. Her drowsy body slowly relaxed, as if she was about to fall asleep.
As a result, just as he was about to fall asleep, the breath of someone who came over sprayed him in the face.
Liu Qingqing shuddered and woke up.
In the darkness, with the moonlight shining through the window, Song Jinglin only felt that the person in front of him had two bright almond-shaped eyes.
He was a little bit unable to control himself.
How come she looks different during the day and at night? Her eyes are brighter and her face is more radiant.
Completely different from the dry, haggard, and dusty-faced person he was during the day.
If Liu Qingqing knew that he kept describing herself like this in his mind every day, she would have spat in his face long ago.
She just put on some common makeup, and her complexion was exactly the same as that of Sister Li next door. Many people around her had similar complexions.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Liu Qingqing asked knowingly.
Song Jinglin had beads of sweat on his nose: "Well, after getting married, you have to have that."
He stammered a few words.
"Well, yes, but I'm on my period, so I can't." The word "menstruation" definitely did not appear. People in Taoshan Village usually call it menstruation.
Song Jinglin looked confused and didn't understand what she was talking about.
Liu Qingqing never thought that he would not know about it, and she changed her period, menstruation, and menstrual period one after another.
I racked my brains and used all the descriptive words I could think of.
The other party is becoming more and more confused.
Liu Qingqing was so helpless that she sat up suddenly.
This guy was taught a good lesson in physics.
Song Jinglin's face turned red and white, and then white and red. Finally, he whispered, "Then go to bed early, go to bed early. Are you feeling uncomfortable now? I'll go to mother's room to get you some brown sugar. You lie down first."
Liu Qingqing stopped him: "It's already late, the old couple are probably asleep, and they've already brushed their teeth, so they don't want to drink."
After lying down, Song Jinglin silently placed his hand on her belly through her clothes without moving at all.
Liu Qingqing felt comfortable and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
In addition to the popular science just now, she also included some personal insights, including the impact of menstruation on emotions and the body.
Touching cold water during menstruation may result in infertility.
It also includes tips on how to improve menstrual, physical and emotional discomfort.
The effect is good, everyone listened to it.
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