Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (5)

Brother Nian drank almond butter while telling Qing Huan what had just happened. His eyes were wide open, and his slick eyes turned and turned so cute. Qinghuan is a female celebrity on the couch, listening to the little chuckles telling stories, without fear, curiosity, or sympathy, just as a stranger.

Unconsciously smiled: "Be more careful in the future, don't interact with people like that."

"Got it!" After repliing loudly, Xiao Budian got down from the chair and ran to Qing Huan and threw herself on her lap, with a ruddy smile on her small face: "Is A Niang making something for Nian Nian?"

"Yes." Qing Huan replied leisurely. "I don't know who is always drooling when he slept, so A-niang had to work hard to make a slobber pocket for him, so as not to wash a bedding every day."

The young brother who had been exposed for a short period of time blushed suddenly and arched his head into Qing Huan's arms. It was obvious that he was embarrassed to be told about his big shortcomings. I was about to act like a baby to make A-niang forget about this, and suddenly heard someone say: "What kind of wrongdoing has this done to pester your A-niang?"

"Daddy!" Brother Nian's eyes lit up and he turned from Qinghuan's legs and flew, Pei Deyong hugged him with full arms, and then raised him high, the little guy smiled extremely happily, his face flushed. Qing Huan raised his eyelids and took a look, and said, "He just drank almond butter, so be careful not to vomit it out."

Once before, the little thing with a round belly was held high by his dad. The result was too excited, and the frequency of lifting increased. The little guy spit on the floor, don't mention it more disgusting. After that time, Pei Deyong also began to control his strength. After all, the memory of being spit out was not so good.

The younger brother who was thrown out of black history is about to cry again, don’t look at his age, cute face, now if there are no other people, it’s fine, but he will watch everything and let people know that he is sleeping. How ashamed to vomit after eating too much saliva. Quickly struggling to get off Pei Deyong, ran to Qing Huan and acted like a baby: "Aniang~~Aniang, don't tell me! Don't tell me~~"

Although he is a male baby, he is very talented in acting as a baby, and no one can match it. Qinghuan chuckled, put aside the work at hand, and hugged the five-year-old doll on his lap. Although the younger brother is five years old, he is not fat, mellow and healthy, and has a fragrant milk smell all over his body. He was also very happy to be held by A-niang. It is good to have A-dae holding him high, but he still prefers A-niang to hold him. The little head habitually drilled into Qing Huan's arms, acting like a baby.

He already knew that he was a young master outside, he was a small adult, and he looked like a child in front of his parents. Pei Deyong watched their wives affectionate, and sat on the side. He and his wife are still in a state of respect for more than three years, although they sleep on the same bed at night, but there is a gap between them. I can't do anything. Even Pei Deyong himself hadn't touched a woman for more than three years. He was ashamed and he was reluctant for a long time, but the scene he saw in the barracks at noon made him feel slightly upset.

It was a centurion, two years old, and not long after he got married, his wife came to bring him food, the young couple stood face to face, probably because of the newly-married, both of them were very shy, but their movements were stiff but they showed a lot of affection. , Pei Deyong couldn't help but think of the time when he and Wei Yinglan had just married. She was so courageous that she disguised herself as a man and got into the barracks to find him because she missed him.

He really didn’t understand what is meant by child love, and he didn’t think anything at the time, but was just funny. He left her in the barracks and brought her home and talked about it. She promised, but then it was still three to five. Sneak past from time to time. After a long time, his confidant knew his wife's little addiction, which, in the eyes of outsiders, was the little love between their husband and wife.

When did that start... Does she stop going? Pei Deyong couldn't remember it anymore.

He quietly watched his mother and son come to have fun. In the past few years, he rarely saw his wife smile on his face. Only when he was there every year he smiled. He was expressionless more often when facing himself. He was a little confused. Looking at her, she suddenly remembered her smile for some reason.

Pei Deyong didn't speak any more, but when he went to bed at night, he let Brother Nian take him to sleep in the small room. He entered the bedroom, his wife was dressing up in the mirror. Time was so gentle on her, and he hardly left any traces on her body. It was more beautiful than before. The thin bedding clothes could not conceal her exquisite figure, causing Pei Deyong, who had been abstinent for a long time, to roll his throat.

He walked over and took the comb in her hand. Qing Huan was not surprised to see from the bronze mirror, and silently asked him to comb his hair, his eyes were shallow and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wei Yinglan’s head was very good, it was black and shiny, satin-like, Pei Deyong's movements were gentle, he hadn’t combed anyone’s hair before, and he didn’t quite understand the joy of thrush, but he combed his wife’s hair now, but it made him think of the old age together. The word comes.

However, when they were all lying on the bed, blowing out the lights, with no young brother in the middle, he reached out to untie her shirt, but was rejected.

It's not a cold and ruthless rejection, but just turned over, as if casually, but showed his attitude.

She didn't want to share the joy of fish and water with him.

Pei Deyong withdrew his hand silently, and looked at the moonlight outside the window to see her back against the wall. Thin, thin, slender, and beautiful. He was probably lonely for a long time, and lonely for a long time, his mind always remembered the way she used to laugh and laugh at Yan Yan, so that when he saw her coldly again, he could hardly remember the moment when the two were tender. "Ying Lan..."

He gave a low cry.

Qing Huan was silent for a long time before saying: "Tomorrow I will ask someone to find some outstanding maidservants for Lord Hou——"

"No need."

She was interrupted and did not continue. Pei Deyong retracted to stare at her, and turned to lie flat and looked over his head: "That's fine, you don't need to worry about other things."

"Why the Lord Hou is doing this?" Qing Huan said softly, "I will never let Lord Hou come close to me in my life, nor will I be able to open branches and leaves to Lord Hou and pass incense. If Lord Hou has any beauty, Bring it directly into the mansion, I will never say one more word."

Pei Deyong heard the alienation in her words, and said to himself: "You are considerate and generous."

"...It's not that you've been considerate and generous from the beginning."

She fell asleep after saying this, ignoring how Pei Deyong behind her would understand.

Who would be generous in the first place? But any woman who is married does not look forward to having **** with her husband until she grows old, and who is not a tender and innocent girl like a flower, full of longing and hope, but can her husband be able to hold it? In this era, it is ridiculous to ask men to be single-minded. The daughters who are spoiled at home have become virtuous and generous homes, and they will never look like young again. The same is true for Wei Yinglan, otherwise she would not want Pei Deyong to love her.

Later, she realized that this was impossible, so she stopped her mind. After having a daughter, she no longer desires at all, but she doesn't know that she can't keep such a small life. If this is left to others, she must think about it, while she is still young, and when her husband feels guilty towards him, hurry up. Pregnant with one, give birth to a son to stabilize her position, but you can't let the title be robbed by the concubine-but Wei Yinglan doesn't care about this, all her love is given to her daughter, and her daughter is gone, so she won't ask for anything.

Disheartened, but so.

Maybe others will compromise, forgive, endure, and start over, but Wei Yinglan won't.

never.

Qinghuan does not use the moral standards of the advanced society to demand people from the feudal society, but Wei Yinglan has something to say to Pei Deyong before he can say it, so she will do it for her. In fact, it's ridiculous to think about it. Pei Deyong thinks that Wei Yinglan is a qualified and virtuous wife, and that she will never be harsh on the bastard, but that is because it is only the body of Wei Yinglan who raises the child, but a person has changed inside. If Wei Yinglan is still alive now, maybe she can live a year or two, but after a long time, always facing Nian brother, Wei Yinglan will drive her crazy.

But men don't seem to think so. They all think this is a rule, even some women agree with this rule-but who made this so-called rule?

In the middle of the night, Qing Huan’s voice was very calm: “I want to make it clear to Lord Hou that you saved Nian’s brother and didn’t save Sui Sui. I feel bitter and resentful in my heart, but one of these two children is going to die. , I can only save one. In terms of etiquette, Master Hou can stand up, and it's fair, but I can’t admit it in my heart, and it has nothing to do with Master Hou. This is a hurdle in my own heart. I am afraid that I will never get through this life. I have worked **** me. If you feel that my son is missing, you don’t have to say to me. If you like, just bring it back."

Then, she paused and told him: "This is the way we live in this life."

Telling the facts rationally, this will be the case for the rest of my life.

Isn't it? What else? Probably... That's it, it can only be this way.

Pei Deyong listened, thinking about the wedding night. He lifted his hijab on the wedding night, revealing that green and tender face with shame and love.

Such a face, in this life and this world, I am afraid that I will never see it again.

He was inevitable overnight, tossing and turning, and he didn't understand what he was thinking. The wife next to her has already fallen asleep, her breathing is light, and she curls up into a small ball facing the wall, in a very insecure posture. He wanted to reach out and hug, but he stretched out his hand and took it back-she wouldn't like his touch.