Raising Babies in the 70s - Chapter 45

At night, Lu Yan coaxed the two little boys back to the room, Qin Rou changed into pajamas, and covered herself with a thin quilt.

Maybe she was uneasy the previous day, but that day Qin Rou was not uneasy. No, she was still very uneasy, but excited.

The sound of Lu Yan opening the door and coming in was like the rustling gas before the bomb exploded. Qin Rou wanted to pull a pillow to hide her face.

They were already husband and wife, there must be such a day.

“…Wife?”

Before Qin Rou could raise her head and open her eyes, she was already pressed. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw a handsome face, with a smile on it and slanted eyebrows. Looking at his towering nose bridge up close, she could see a little mole on the bridge of his nose, with an indescribably se*y look.

He brushed his teeth just now, his lips were moist and smelled of mint, Qin Rou was tightly wrapped in his arms by him, and only felt like a great sage overwhelmed by a mountain.

No, she was a rabbit spirit. Mice would do too.

Qin Rou really wanted to drill a hole on the spot and slip away.

There was no way to escape, Qin Rou tried her best to turn her face sideways to avoid looking at him. Her body arched upward like a caterpillar, escaping the encirclement.

Lu Yan pulled on her waist, and the poor fox spirit was surrounded by him again. Those charming little fox eyes in the daytime were very timid at the moment, and they didn’t dare to look at him. She lowered her eyes, pitiful as her eyelashes shook.

His action was like a cat catching a mouse, pressing the paw pad on the mouse’s back, pretending to raise its paw inadvertently, when the mouse thought there was a chance to escape, another paw held her down and pulled her back.

Lu Yan originally thought that he would be very impatient. Anyone who came out of the military camp, knew the twists and turns between men and women. He used to be quick-tempered and impatient, but when facing her, he was like an extremely patient hunter.

“Don’t be afraid, wife, I’ll take it easy.”

——Liar!

*

Know what a typhoon looked like?

Qin Rou felt that she had encountered a typhoon. It was not the calm waves when they crossed the strait by boat from Guangcheng, but the huge waves. The waves raised by the typhoon seemed to be able to engulf everything.

Everything was washed away.

The next day, Qin Rou opened her eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen, and the dry tears were mottled on her eyelashes. When she opened her eyes, she felt a slight tingling in her eyelids, and then her eyes sparkled again.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and immediately regretted it.

Why did she want to cook him oysters? He still ate it for two days. She didn’t know if it was because he ate it the previous night, or he was just like that…

She was more tired than watching a movie, and crying. The first time she saw him, she cried, and it was the same the previous night.

What scared Qin Rou even more was that the more she cried, the more excited the dog became.

“Woke up?”

Lu Yan, who woke up early in the morning, didn’t go anywhere, and was just guarding his wife outside. He came in from time to time to take a look. Seeing that she was still asleep, he repeatedly warned the two little kids to keep silent.

“Don’t disturb your little aunt.”

Qin Rou said that she wanted to eat dumplings in the morning, and Lu Yan immediately went to cook dumplings for her.

Lu Yan, who had been satisfied, had a particularly good temper at the moment, and he still whistled lightly when he was doing things. The little fat kid followed him, wanting to whistle along, but he only made a squeak.

At the door of the room, he chased away the two unpleasant little guys, and Lu Yan entered the room with dumplings by himself.

As soon as he entered, he found that Qin Rou was still sitting on the bed stupidly.

“Not feeling well?” He put the dumplings on the bedside table, reached out to hold Qin Rou’s hand, and hugged the person easily in his arms.

Such a posture made Qin Rou feel a little scared, and her waist was still sore.

“Don’t make a fuss, I’m hungry.” 

As soon as Qin Rou spoke up, she realized that her voice was very nasal.

Vaguely, with a coquettish tone.

The voice startled herself. She was acting like a spoiled child with Lu Yan?

“Okay, I won’t make trouble,” Lu Yan let go of her and brought her dumplings.

Qin Rou ate a dumpling. At that time, she suddenly found that all the sheets on the bed had been changed, and there were two layers of thick quilts underneath. Qin Rou’s face flushed, remembering that she said the bed was too soft the previous night. He just picked her up…

Qin Rou no longer wanted to recall what happened next.

In short, the thick quilt was padded, and it was indeed a lot softer.

Qin Rou coughed. She also discovered something very important. Not only the sheets on the bed were changed, but also her clothes. After all, when she fell asleep the previous night, she was so tired that she lost consciousness. In the end, it was self-evident who changed her clothes.

Not only did he change clothes, but also washed them.

When she found out on the terrace on the second floor that the clothes from the previous night had dried, it was really the scene of the death of the society.

Qin Rou really wanted to say, “Master Lu, you don’t have to be so considerate.”

*

After feeding the chickens and watering the small seeds planted at home, Lu Yan kneaded big steamed buns at noon. Qin Rou could only eat the steamed buns honestly, and had no strength to resist. Comrade Xiao Lu, who was only good at steamed food, made steamed buns and dumplings.

Qin Rou and Lu Yan tidied up the house together.

In Qiongzhou Island, clothes dried very quickly. Qin Rou took the initiative to go to the terrace on the second floor to collect the clothes. In addition to her and the children’s clothes, there were also men’s clothes.

Incredible.

She really felt a bit like a wife now.

Realizing that, Qin Rou was at a loss, and was a little worried… How often did husband and wife do that kind of thing? How many times a month? How many times a week?