Da'an didn't take the initiative to call Xiaohua to come over and sleep, so Xiaohua kept busy on the floor, looking for things to do, until there was nothing to do, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she finally came to the bedside.
Turning his back, he lowered his head and took off his clothes.
When she lay down on her bed in her middle coat, Da'an, who was in the other bedroll next to her, also slowly closed the book, put it under the pillow in the bed, and then lay down.
"Brother Da'an, since you don't want to watch anymore, then I will blow out the candle?" Xiaohua asked tentatively.
Da'an gave a soft 'hmm', and Xiaohua stood up, blew out three of them and kept one. This is the custom on the wedding night.
Then he lay back on the bed again. Inside the tent, it suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke.
Xiaohua was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe. She lay there, almost stiff.
As for Da'an, although he was lying quietly on his back, what came to his mind suddenly was the picture book that Dajie forced into him yesterday.
At that time, he asked him who he was because Dajie looked mysterious.
Dajie just winked and smiled, saying that it was a good thing and he could put it to use.
Da'an thought it was an original copy by a famous author, but he couldn't wait to flip through two pages in front of Dajie.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't turn over, this time, he almost didn't scare him.
It depicts entangled men and women, not half-clothed, doing that kind of... thing.
The reason why Da'an was able to study so well in the past and rise to success all the way was that he was naive, smart and willing to work hard to study.
On the other hand, it was also because he was pure and stoic. Although later, after he passed the examination, he gradually developed vague feelings for his childhood sweetheart, Xiao Hua.
But when it was time to study, he was still able to put aside all distracting thoughts and devote himself wholeheartedly.
As for the kind of erotic and palace pictures, or pornographic, colorful and melodious poems, he never touches them.
I never go to brothels. I only go to classy restaurants to have a quiet private room when gathering with friends or classmates.
But tonight, his mind was filled with the things drawn on the two pages he opened yesterday, the man and woman hugging each other...
He gradually felt hot and dry. During these nine cold days, he actually felt that the quilt and clothes on his body were a burden.
There was also a wave of evil fire running through his body, making him eager to find a place to vent...
Just when Xiaohua was lying there, stiff and sore that she wanted to move but didn't dare to move, a corner of the quilt on the side was suddenly lifted. As the cold wind came in, a hot body squeezed into her bedroll. .
"ah……"
She was so frightened that she let out a low cry, but her mouth was immediately covered by a slender hand.
"Don't make a sound, it's me." Da'an whispered against her ear.
In the hazy tent, Xiaohua couldn't help but want to roll her eyes.
Of course she knew it was him, not him. Could it be that someone else was getting into her bed at this moment?
However, the palms of his hands were as hot as the body he pressed against her.
Why is Brother Daan so hot? This face is also red. Is it because of drinking too much wine? Still sick?
"Brother Da'an, you feel so hot. Are you sick?"
Xiaohua was too worried and blurted out what was in her heart.
Daan smiled bitterly, lowered his head and stared into her eyes with burning eyes, "Yes, I am sick."
"Ah?" Xiaohua had no more charming thoughts now. In desperation, she stretched out her hand to push Daan aside and stood up: "Wait, I will find medicine for you..."
Her arm was pulled back with a strong force, and she was pressed under him again.
Daan smiled helplessly and looked at her little face, "Silly girl, you are the medicine!"
Xiaohua didn't understand and was about to ask again, but Da'an leaned down and sealed it with a kiss!
It's a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and it's time to inscribe names on the gold medal list.
Da'an has both of them.
The red candle swayed, and the phoenixes were tossed in the warm tent. A newlywed couple went to Wushan together to make a difference without any teacher!
…
Catch a lot of boring people.
No, the Yang Yongjin brothers, as well as Yuzhu and Dajie, were all hiding under the windows outside the new house and listening to the wall.
Hearing the commotion inside, everyone exchanged looks, suppressed their laughter and quietly dispersed.
In Sun's house opposite, Yang Huazhong entered the house quietly from the outside and saw Sun sitting under the lamp with his clothes on, tilting his head and raising his ears, as if he was also listening to what was going on in the house opposite.
Yang Huazhong smiled, feeling that this Da'an cave had affected so many people's hearts.
If Da'an knew this, he would probably die of embarrassment.
Seeing Yang Huazhong come in, Sun's eyes lit up and she quickly asked Yang Huazhong: "How is it? Has anything happened on the other side?"
Yang Huazhong said with a smile: "It took me most of the night, but it's finally done."
"Seriously?" Sun asked again.
Her son is good at studying, but Mrs. Sun is worried that he will be distracted by studying and other things. When the time comes to marry him a wife who doesn't know how to marry him, people will laugh if word spreads about it.
Hearing Sun's question, Yang Huazhong's smile was a little weird.
"Look at what you're asking. Is it possible that I, who have had children and raised daughters, can't tell whether it will be done or not? Don't worry, I will do it if I say it. I am an expert!"
Yang Huazhong was in a good mood today and drank a few more cups. Now when he looked at Mr. Sun, his eyes became a little warmer.
Sun's face turned red, she glared at Yang Huazhong, and said angrily: "I've already become Ga Gong's man, and I'm still not ashamed to speak. Damn!"
Yang Huazhong grinned.
Mrs. Sun got up and went over there to scoop out the hot water: "Dad Qing'er, you've been tired for the whole day. Hurry up and sit down and soak your feet in hot water before going to bed."
"okay!"
Yang Huazhong found a stool and sat down, taking off his shoes and socks himself.
Mrs. Sun quickly brought hot water and squatted in front of Yang Huazhong to wash Yang Huazhong's feet.
It is the rule in this area for women to wash men's feet. It is the most basic thing for women at home to serve men.
And over time, it gradually evolved into a habit. Everyone felt that it was natural and natural to do it, just like a woman getting pregnant and giving birth to a child.
But this habit was changed by Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing.
When Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing soaked their feet together, Luo Fengtang was the one rushing to wipe Yang Ruoqing's feet, which became a habit.
At this moment, Sun helped Yang Huazhong wipe his feet as expected. The couple whispered about the wedding banquet. They were both very satisfied. They also talked about the banquet tomorrow, and then they couldn't help but think about holding their grandchildren. Not to mention how happy the couple is...
In the guest room of the Sun family across the road, Cui'er's mother and Cui'er were sitting on the bed facing each other. Cui'er's mother was leaning there, with her hands folded in front of her chest, her legs covered with quilts, but her brows were slightly frowning. Wrinkled, his slender eyes were full of calculations, as if he was pondering a series of very complicated things.
As for Tweety, who was sitting opposite her, she was sitting there doing needlework. However, after pulling a stitch, Tweety became distracted.
Staring blankly at the unformed mandarin duck that he was sniffing in his hand, his soul had long since drifted away.
