He lowered his eyes, raised his hand and pressed it on the back of her neck, gently approached her, touched her forehead, and whispered, "Okay."
The voice was as gentle as if it had been mixed with water, which caught Song Yingwan off guard.
As if she had lost her mind, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked intently at the mesmerizing eyes in front of her. When he raised his eyes to look at her, the ambiguous air around her suddenly ignited, and even her breathing became tense. searing.
I don't know who came forward first. When their lips touched each other, it was like a closed valve was opened. A dense kiss fell, and her teeth were flexibly opened. Their lips and teeth were intertwined, hot and lingering. The body was getting closer and closer. It seemed that the man was not satisfied with this posture. He held the girl's waist with one hand and held her on his lap, pressing her tightly against the desk, unable to retreat.
The girl's arms were graceful, and she subconsciously put them on the man's neck because of this movement, exposing a wrist that was dazzlingly white under the light. The two looked at each other and gasped lightly, but the thank you did not give her a chance to react. The next second He lowered his head and kissed her again. This time it seemed that he was not satisfied with that small area. Small kisses fell on her forehead, cheeks, neck, and finally on her soft and white ear beads, rubbing them gently.
His arms were tightly held, and Song Yingwan was so weak from his kiss that she was unable to resist. He let his lips and teeth fall on her neck and collarbone, leaving faint red marks wherever they touched. He seemed to be particularly partial to that place, biting her Her skin ached.
The slender and powerful fingers that Song Yingwan was admiring just now were now digging into the girl's clothes, caressing her smooth and delicate waist, lingering, leaving waves of numbness.
At the last moment when the two people's sanity was about to disappear, the thank you stopped. He hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck, and his breathing was messy.
After a long time, she heard the man's hoarse voice, "Are you angry when I call you parents?"
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was referring to what happened just now. Unexpectedly, he still remembered it. He didn't know how to react for a while, but finally said truthfully, "No, I'm not angry."
The two of them hugged each other, and Song Yingwan couldn't see his expression. She paused and added, "We are all married, so you should call me parents. I was just not used to it, so I wasn't really angry." .”
After finishing speaking, the man raised his head and looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "You are right, we are both married, so you can come with me next time when I call grandma."
This time, he didn't give her a chance to refuse or think about it. He leaned forward, lightly rubbed her nose with hers, and said, "Okay?"
Song Yingwan really couldn't stand him being like this. She always felt that he was acting coquettishly at her. If he told her this matter seriously, she might still struggle with it for a while.
After struggling for about two seconds, she nodded slightly and said, "...Okay."
As if he heard a satisfactory answer, he leaned forward and kissed the girl gently on her forehead. He rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, and the last note evoked a smile, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Good girl."
“……”
The consequence of these words was that Song Yingwan drove the person out with a red face, and let him knock on the door for a long time before letting the person in without mercy.
In the following period, Xie Xi would push his bicycle to the commune from time to time. Song Yingwan originally wanted to go with him, but Xie Xi refused. The cold wind here felt like a knife cutting people's faces. He didn't want her to let her go. Then we ran back and forth together in the cold wind.
In addition, the road is not easy to walk on, and riding a bicycle is shaky, making it even more inconvenient to carry people around.
Song Yingwan also knew that even if he went to the commune, he had no intention of simply wandering around the supply and marketing cooperative. Naturally, the fewer people there, the better. She said goodbye and felt relieved, and made a list of the things she needed to buy. Finally, he just asked to pay attention to safety and let people leave.
As time goes by, the flavor of the New Year becomes stronger, and every household starts to get busy. Rich people and no money have to celebrate the New Year, and those with money have a good year, and those without money also have to celebrate the New Year. However, now everyone’s living standards are not much different, and there is no difference between them. There is a huge sense of gap.
This is the only time of the year when everyone is willing to spend some of the money they have saved over the year and cut two kilograms of meat to make dumplings, which can be regarded as a reward for a year's hard work.
Song Yingwan and Xie Ci's conditions were not bad, so naturally they didn't need to save as much as they did. The most important thing Xie Ci brought back from the commune was meat. Knowing that Song Yingwan liked to make soup, he would go to the pork stall to buy some tubes every time. Bones, pork ribs and the like, these are not as popular as pieces of pork. Sometimes even if he arrives late, the bones are still there and not many people buy them.
Sometimes he buys too much for two people to finish, but it's very cold today, so he can freeze it by hanging it on the eaves outside for more than half an hour, so there's no need to worry about it breaking.
This is simply a large natural refrigerator.
You don’t have to worry about not being able to put things in place.
So she would accept whatever she bought with thanks. Anyway, she was going to have something good to eat during the Chinese New Year, so she didn’t have to worry about not being able to finish it all.
In a blink of an eye, it is the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the sweeping day, also called the Spring Festival. On this day, every household must clean their home, which means sweeping away all the bad things of the past year and welcoming the new year cleanly. The year has come and I hope you will have good luck in the coming year.
Although Xie Ci and Song Yingwan's house hadn't been built for long, and the two of them cleaned it every day, it wasn't actually very dirty, and the beams and corners were also clean. However, it was a festival left over by our ancestors, which meant It was also very good, so Song Yingwan still planned to express his interest.
Early in the morning, I took a thank you and swept the inside and outside of the house. I also washed the pots and pans and the like, just like a general cleaning.
Song Yingwan had always been alone before, and had never celebrated this festival. He was not sure about the customs. When asked about his thanks, he didn't know much about it either. The two of them thought about it for a long time and simply made dumplings at noon. .
There’s nothing wrong with eating dumplings, right?
After deciding what to cook, the rest was much easier. The only cleanliness left was that the main room was not cleaned and left to thank him. Song should prepare the ingredients for making dumplings.
The sauerkraut pickled with sister-in-law Hongying before was just ready to eat, so Song should have planned to make it stuffed with sauerkraut and pork.
Although making dumplings takes a little more time, the steps are still very simple. Just adjust the fillings, and the rest is a test of patience.
After Song Yingwan finished finishing the fillings, Xie Ci also cleaned up, washed his hands, and came over to help. It could be seen from before that he didn't know how to cook, but after a period of time, he also No longer a kitchen novice.
