Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 958: Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (5)

Ninety-eighth bowl of soup (5)

Brother Nian was drinking almond cheese and telling Qing Huan what had just happened. His eyes were wide open, and his black eyes were very cute. Qing Huan was a female celebrity on the couch, listening to Xiao Budian dancing and telling stories, without fear, curiosity, or sympathy, of course she thought she was a stranger.

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

"Got it!" After answering loudly, Xiao Budian got down from the chair, ran to Qing Huan and threw herself on her lap, with a rosy smile on her face: "Are you making something for Nian Nian?" /

"Yes." Qing Huan replied leisurely. "I don't know who always drools when he sleeps, so my mother had to work hard to make a drool pocket for him, so as not to have to wash a quilt every day."

Niange'er, whose face was revealed to be short, blushed suddenly, and arched his head in Qinghuan's arms. It was obvious that he was embarrassed by being told of his big shortcomings. I was about to act like a spoiled brat and let my aunt forget about it, when I heard someone say, "What kind of unfortunate thing did you do to pester your aunt?"

"Dad!" Brother Nian's eyes lit up, he turned and flew from Qing Huan's lap, Pei Deyong hugged him, and then lifted him high, the little guy laughed extremely happily, his face flushed red. Qing Huan raised her eyelids and glanced at it, and said, "He just drank almond cheese, so be careful not to spit it out."

Once before, the little thing with a round belly that he was eating was held high by his father. He was so excited that the frequency of lifting increased. After that time, Pei Deyong also began to control his strength. After all, the memories of being spit out by others are not very good.

Brother Nian, who was once again brought out of the black history, is about to cry. Don't look at his young age and cute face. If there are no other people at the moment, it's fine, but the servants will watch everything, let people know How embarrassing you are when you drool and eat too much while you sleep. He quickly struggled to get off Pei Deyong, ran to Qinghuan and acted like a spoiled child: "Aniang~~Auntie don't say it! Don't say it~~"

Although he is a boy doll, he is very talented in acting like a baby, and no one can match him. Qing Huan chuckled, put the work at hand aside, and carried the five-year-old doll to her lap. Although brother Nian is five years old, he is not fat, round and healthy, with a fragrant milk smell all over his body. He was also very happy to be held by A-Niang. It was good to have A-Daddy holding him high, but he still prefers A-Niang to hold him. The little head habitually drilled into Qing Huan's arms, acting coquettishly.

He already knew that he was a young master from outside. He was quite a little adult, and only looked like a child in front of his parents. Pei Deyong watched the two of them make out, and sat on the side by himself. It has been more than three years since the accident of Suishui, and he and his wife are still in a state of mutual respect. Son, nothing can be done. Even Pei Deyong himself hadn't touched a woman for more than three years. He felt ashamed and had few desires for a long time, but the scene he saw in the barracks at noon made his heart a little bit.

It was a centurion, two decades old. He had just gotten married. His wife came to bring him meals. The young couple stood face to face, probably because of the newlyweds. With thousands of affection, Pei Deyong couldn't help but think of when he and Wei Yinglan first got married. She was so daring that she disguised herself as a man and sneaked into the barracks to look for him, because she missed him.

He really doesn't understand what it means to have a long relationship between children Still sneak past every now and then. After a long time, all his confidants knew about his wife's petty hobbies. In the eyes of outsiders, it was a petty taste between their husband and wife.

When did that start...she stopped going? Pei Deyong can't even remember.

He quietly watched the mother and son come and play. In recent years, he rarely saw a smile on his wife's face. Only when he was there every year would he show a smile, and he was more expressionless to himself. He looked at him in a trance, and for some reason he suddenly remembered her smiling face.

Pei Deyong didn't speak any more, but when he went to bed at night, he let Brother Nian take him to the small room to sleep. He entered the bedroom, and his wife was dressing in front of the mirror. Time was really gentle to her, hardly leaving any traces on her, and she was even more beautiful than back then. The thin bedclothes couldn't hide her exquisite figure, which made Pei Deyong's throat roll up in abstinence for a long time.

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

Wei Yinglan's hair is very good, black and shiny, like satin, Pei Deyong's movements are gentle, he has never brushed anyone else's hair, and he doesn't understand the joy of thrush, but now he is brushing his wife's hair, but he is not called him Reminds me of the word grow old together.

However, when they all lay on the bed, blew out the lights, and there was no brother Nian in the middle, when he reached out to unbutton her clothes, he was rejected.

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

She doesn't want to have **** with him.

Pei Deyong withdraws his hand silently, watching her back against the wall in the moonlight outside the window. Thin, thin, slender, beautiful. It was probably because he had been lonely for a long time, and after a long time of loneliness, his mind would always think of her smiling face, so that when he saw her coldly again, he could hardly remember the moment when the two of them were tender. "Yinglan..."

He let out a low cry.

Qing Huan was silent for a long time before she said: "Tomorrow I will ask someone to find a few outstanding maids for Lord Hou-"

"No need."

She was interrupted and did not continue. Pei Deyong withdrew his gaze from her, and turned to lie flat and look above his head: "That's it, you don't have to worry about the rest."

"Why is it so hard for Lord Hou." Qing Huan said softly, "I will never let Lord Lord get close to me in my life, nor will I be able to spread branches and leaves for Lord Hou, and pass incense. What Hongyan, bring it directly into the house, I will never say a word more."

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

"...nor was it thoughtful and generous from the start."

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

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

Later she realized that this was impossible, and she stopped thinking about it. 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 it is left to others, she must think about it, while she is still young and her husband feels guilty about her, hurry up. Pregnant with one, give birth to a son to secure her position, but she can't let the title be taken away by the concubine - but Wei Yinglan doesn't care about this, she gives all her love to her daughter, and when her daughter is gone, she asks for nothing.

Frustrated, but so.

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

Never.

Qing Huan would not use the moral standards of advanced society to demand people in feudal society, but Wei Yinglan wanted to say something to Pei Deyong but didn't have time to say it, she would do it for her. In fact, it's quite ridiculous to think about it. Pei Deyong thinks that Wei Yinglan is a qualified wife, and that she will never be harsh on her son, but that's because it's only Wei Yinglan's body that raises the child, but a different person inside. If Wei Yinglan is still alive now, maybe she can live a year or two, but after a long time, she will always face Brother Nian, and Wei Yinglan will drive herself crazy.

But men don't seem to think so, they all think it's a rule, even some women agree with this rule - but who made these so-called rules?

In the middle of the night, Qinghuan's voice was very calm: "I want to make it clear to Lord Hou that when you saved Brother Nian but not Suishui, I felt bitter and resentful in my heart, but one of these two children is always going to die. No matter how powerful the Lord is, he can only save one. In terms of etiquette, Lord Hou can stand up and be fair, but I can’t admit it in my heart. Don't work on me anymore, if you feel that your son is missing, you don't have to tell me, if you like it, just bring it back."

Then, she paused and told him, "That's all we've got."

I'm telling the truth rationally, and that's how it's been in my life.

Isn't it, what else? Probably...that's it, that's all.

Pei Deyong listened, and for some reason, he remembered that on the wedding night, he lifted his hijab, revealing that green and soft face with shame and love.

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

He tossed and turned all night, not knowing what he was thinking. The wife beside her had already fallen asleep, her breathing was light, and she curled up in a small ball facing the wall in a very insecure posture. He wanted to reach out for a hug, but he stretched it out and took it back—she wouldn't like his touch.