Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

The hill was not high, and Gu Juncheng pulled her and they reached the top of the hill in a short while.

Standing on the top and looking into the distance, you can only see the vast ocean. As Zhiyuan said, it is boundless and has no end.

"Did you see it?" Gu Juncheng stood beside her, his hand on the back of her head, pressing her head and spinning it in circles. "Our island is in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by vast sea water, isolated from the world."

She stood there quietly, without saying anything, which meant: I saw it.

Seeing that she was not upset at all, Gu Juncheng continued, "I can't open a store, I have no work, no socializing, no gatherings with friends, no catwalk shows, no life of feasting and revelry, and even the number of times I leave the island is limited in a year."

Lin Qingping listened, and his eyes gradually became serious.

Gu Juncheng stared down at her face and continued, "There is only the sea water, seagulls, and endless loneliness."

Lin Qingping looked up at her.

His eyes became more serious. "Yes, it's lonely and boring. I will be trapped here by the sea for the rest of my life."

Lin Qingping nodded.

Instead, he was stunned. “What do you mean by nodding?”

"Thank you for letting me know." She said calmly.

Gu Juncheng was stunned again. Is this the reaction?

Although he did not get the expected shock from Lin Qingping, this reaction was enough for him. In other words, Lin Qingping had no idea about these things before and really came here with a romantic longing for the sea.

"Anything else?" Lin Qingping asked.

"Not for now." His eyes fell on her neck and sunburned face. "Oh, when you go back today, your neck might peel and hurt."

Lin Qingping looked at him and sneered, "So, you knew that I would get sunburned, but you still brought me here, Gu Juncheng, what are you thinking?"

Gu Juncheng said with a serious face, "That's what you said, to give you a different life experience."

"Are you done with the experience now?" Lin Qingping stared at him.

"Yes." Still serious and solemn.

"If I feel unwell today, is it your responsibility?" Lin Qingping pointed at her sunburned neck and asked.

It was never Gu Juncheng's style to shirk responsibility, so he answered straightforwardly, "Of course!"

"Okay, Gu Juncheng, I feel very uncomfortable now. I can't walk back..." She bent her legs, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.

"Hey! Lin Qingping!" Gu Juncheng quickly caught her and hugged her tightly. Looking at her red face and the big beads of sweat on her forehead, he suddenly realized something: Could Lin Qingping have suffered from heatstroke?

He was startled and quickly carried her on his back and walked back quickly with her on his back.

He said he was walking, but as he was walking he started running.

Lin Qingping's body was burning with heat, and Gu Juncheng carried her on his back as if he was carrying a ball of fire. He became more and more anxious and wished he could fly directly to the infirmary.

On the way, I met Lao Chen and many other comrades. They all smiled at him and asked the same question, "Wow, Master Gu loves his wife so much?"

Especially Lao Chen, as the political commissar, emphasized, "I didn't see anything!"

Gu Juncheng had to explain to them: Comrade Lin got heatstroke during his trip.

So, this story became another template that evening: Master Gu and his wife went for a walk on the beach in the evening, and Master Gu made his wife so tired that she got heatstroke...

After hearing this version of the story the next day, Gu Juncheng said: ???

Of course, at this moment, he was only concerned with sending Lin Qingping to the infirmary.

The doctors all shook their heads when they saw this. "Master Gu, I have to explain this to you. Even if you want to criticize me, I still have to say it. Our tropical climate, my sister-in-law comes from the north and is not used to it for a while. In this kind of weather, she should rest at home. You, on the other hand..."

What else can Gu Juncheng say?

Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I get it.

Lin Qingping leaned crookedly on the chair in the infirmary, looking at him weakly. He became more and more tormented. He had a premonition that tonight would be even harder than when she was drunk...

After taking the medicine, Lin Qingping stood up from the chair, but then he sank down like a noodle.

Gu Juncheng faced the doctor's stinging gaze, bent over, picked up Lin Qingping, and went home.