The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Zhu Xiaomin squinted at him, then suddenly laughed and nodded: "Okay."

Water is inconvenient these days, and bathing is even more inconvenient. She usually boils water and does simple cleaning in the house. Now what he is talking about is washing face and feet. Not to mention that in her perception, he and she are very different. Even if they haven't been a couple for a few years, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Seeing that she readily agreed, Lu Mingzheng smiled and went out to fetch water.

After pouring water into both basins, he picked her up, took off her socks, soaked her feet in one basin, and twisted a towel to wipe her face.

After wiping it twice, Zhu Xiaomin finally caught it and said helplessly: "Okay, you wash it yourself first, and I'll soak my feet and wash them myself."

If his big hands wipe it down again, her nose will be wiped off by him.

His wife was dissatisfied with his service. Lu Mingzheng reflected on it and said, "Well, it's more comfortable to just wash it with water." He threw down the towel and didn't wash it himself. He held her shoulders and helped massage her.

After just two pinches, Zhu Xiaomin inhaled hissingly and patted his hand: "I know you're pinching my shoulders, but if you don't know, you thought you were going to punish me." She pushed him away, "Wash your face quickly. The water will get cold after a while.”

Not satisfied again?

Lu Mingzheng looked at his hand. He didn't know how a few gentle pinches could become a punishment, so he had to agree and wash his face first.

After both of them had washed up, Lu Mingzheng poured the water, bolted the door when he came back, and lowered the straw curtains inside and outside, blocking the cold wind outside and blocking most of the laughter in the outer courtyard.

Finally getting on the kang, Lu Mingzheng lay down with his wife in his arms. The light shone through the hydrangea on the roof, lighting up the whole room in a festive red. It also dyed Zhu Xiaomin's eyebrows a touch of red, making her whole person more temperamental. A touch of charm.

Lu Mingzheng's heart was pounding. He caressed her cheek with his fingers and slowly slid them into her hair. Feeling the silky hair between his fingers, he felt a touch of tenderness in his heart. He lowered his head and touched her eyebrows lightly, then gradually slid down. , kissed her lips.

Feeling his gentle touch, Zhu Xiaomin closed her eyes, tried hard to shake off the memories that hit her mind, and responded subconsciously.

With their lips entangled, Lu Mingzheng moved his hand down her hair, brushed her ears, moved to her collar, pinched the first button, raised his head slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiaomin, is it okay? "

Is it possible?

It was actually what he would say every time in his previous life.

Zhu Xiaomin opened her eyes and looked at his gentle eyebrows under the light. Two times were intertwined in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether it was in the previous life or this one.

When he didn't get an answer from her, Lu Mingzheng stood up slightly, looked at her blankly, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Xiaomin came back to her senses, shook her head slightly, and whispered: "It's nothing." She raised her hand to touch his face, and smiled helplessly, "We are already married, what are you asking?"

Is that okay?

Lu Mingzheng's eyes were instantly filled with joy, and he immediately lowered his head and kissed her lips again. This time, the tenderness just now turned into desire and demand...

As he moved, Zhu Xiaomin's mind gradually became confused, and her body responded to him unconsciously. His body was familiar to her after a long absence, but it also had more enthusiasm than she had ever had before, as if it had been accumulated from the previous life. Longing for release.

For a moment of sinking, Zhu Xiaomin thought vaguely that in the last life, he would ask her "can I" every time. At that time, she thought it was him fulfilling his obligation, sometimes agreeing, sometimes refusing, but now she thinks... that time , does he also have the same desire as today?

Does that mean that he actually has her in his heart?

Suddenly, the photo of him hanging on the wall came to mind. Zhu Xiaomin's heart tightened, and a deep pain surged in her heart. When Lu Mingzheng's lips moved away, she gritted her teeth and pressed it down.

After a good night's sleep, when Zhu Xiaomin woke up, the sky was already bright. When she turned her head, she saw that the seat next to her was empty. Perhaps because she was afraid of disturbing her, the quilt was not folded.

Zhu Xiaomin pulled the quilt over her head, squinted for a while, and finally slowly got up, took out her clothes and put them on.

Just after folding the quilt, the door was gently pushed open. Lu Mingzheng brought the basin in. When he saw her, he smiled and asked, "Are you awake?" He put the basin down, came over to help her get off the bed, hugged her gently, and put her down after a while. Kai, said with a smile, "I'll fetch water. You can wash up before going out."

"Yeah." Zhu Xiaomin responded, watching him go out, putting on her shoes and leveling the mattress on the kang.

After the two of them packed up and went out, breakfast was already cooked in the big stove outside. Zhang Qiaomei stirred the porridge in the pot and smiled at the two of them: "Xiaomin, are you up?"

On the other side of the table, a group of young men also asked in a strange tone: "Xiaomin, are you up?"

Zhu Xiaomin couldn't help but laugh, clenched her fists and made fierce gestures, and said to Luo Tingyuan: "They ate too much yesterday and played too much. Teacher Luo will give them five, six, seven or eight sets of papers to do in a while."

"Okay!" Luo Tingyuan agreed with a smile.

"Ah?" After crying like a ghost, Song Zhian covered his face, "Xiaomin, you're celebrating the New Year, don't be so cruel."

Zhu Xiaomin pursed her lips and smiled. Seeing that Zhang Qiaomei had already filled the porridge, she took it and gave Lu Mingzheng a bowl. He brought the other bowl over, sat down at the table, covered his hands on the bowl first, and then said with a smile: "New Year is coming soon." , we have been studying for a school year, let’s take a test to see everyone’s progress.”

Is this serious?

For a moment, everyone felt that the porridge in the bowl was no longer fragrant.

There are only a few days left to celebrate the New Year, and there is no work. Except for the two people who follow Miao Shiwen to the base every day, the rest of the people stay in the yard and prepare for the New Year.

Due to the weather a while ago, the washed cotton wool was not easy to dry, so everyone had time to sew the quilt again. The mattress was only made by the Luo family and his son.

As soon as the wedding was over, several male educated youths went back to work, making the dried cotton wool soft and fluffy.

But the polyester has been used up, and there are only seven pieces of coarse cloth. Together with the remaining fine cotton cloth, it is not enough for thirty-seven mattresses. So, we decided to use coarse cotton cloth for the mattress top and spliced ​​the bottom with rags. The work was very simple. Much slower.

Zhu Xiaomin had nothing to do with needlework, so she helped pick out cloth, but was often kicked out by three people.

Lu Mingzheng will go to the army after the new year, and there really isn't much time for them.

With the same mentality, the male educated youths did not need Lu Mingzheng to interfere in their work, and pushed him back to the inner courtyard with a smile every time.

Zhu Xiaomin had no choice but to go to the granary to get half a basket of mountain chestnuts, close the door and burn them in the furnace.

The sweet fragrance of mountain chestnuts quickly filled the whole room. Lu Mingzheng also sat over, peeled one and fed it to her mouth, then peeled another and ate it himself. After savoring the taste, he said, "It's good to live in the mountains. You can find food all over the mountain.”