Chapter 38 Intimacy

Zhong Dawa opened her mouth and said, "Earth-shattering? Mother, don't make such troublesome dishes."

"Well, it's not too much trouble." Song Zhaodi took another bowl and picked up eight dumplings and handed them to the eldest child. "Eat it with the two of you, but don't eat it for the third child. Steamed dumplings are too hard."

Zhong Dawa took it over, broke a little dumpling skin and stuffed him with Sanwa's hands, and then started eating dumplings with Erwa. However, after eating three of the four dumplings, Zhong Jianguo came back.

When Erwa saw his dad come in, he subconsciously stuffed the whole dumpling into his mouth.

Zhong Jianguo was angry and funny: "It's really my good son."

Erwa covered her mouth, her bulging cheeks moved like a little hamster who was stealing food.

Zhong Jianguo twisted his face: "Where's your mother?"

"Inside." Da Wa pointed to the kitchen and stuffed the last dumpling into his mouth.

Zhong Jianguo coughed to remind Song Zhaodi that he was back.

It was silent inside.

Zhong Jianguo coughed again, but there was still no answer inside.

No way, Zhong Jianguo walked in and said, "I'm back."

Song Zhaodi made an "um" and put the wrapped dumplings on the drawer for steaming. Immediately, the lid of the pot was lifted.

"Are you going to make a fire?" Zhong Jianguo sat in front of the pot, "I'll burn it."

Song Zhaodi looked expressionless, glanced at him, poured two scoops of water into the pot, and went out to wash her hands.

Zhong Jianguo lit the firewood and waved at Zhong Dawa, "Come here, Dad has something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Zhong Dawa saw that he was mysterious, "Can't let mother know?"

Zhong Jianguo glanced outside and saw that Song Zhaodi seemed to be still beside the well: "You didn't make your mother angry today? Or did someone come to your mother to make clothes?"

"No." Zhong Dawa said, "The mother in the forest talked to her mother and said a lot, and I understood a thank you. Ma Zhenxing's mother gave us a lot of cucumbers. Dad, mother said that it will be earth-shattering later. What is earth-shattering?"

Zhong Jianguo followed Zhong Dawa's fingers and saw a pot of cucumbers under the chopping board: "Shoot the cucumbers."

"Ah?" Zhong Dawa was surprised, "Is it a cucumber?" She was disappointed, "I don't want to eat it."

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly covered his mouth: "If you don't like it, you may not eat it, but you can't say it. Your mother worked so hard to make dumplings and cucumbers, and her arms were sore from exhaustion. It would be hard for her to hear you say that. "

"Well, then I won't talk about it." Zhong Dawa turned around and grabbed two dumplings, "Dad, there are vermicelli, eggs and leeks in it, but it's delicious. I'll give you a taste."

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth and saw Song Zhaodi walking in, he quickly waved at his son: "Go wash your hands and eat later."

"I've washed it." Zhong Dawa stuffed the dumplings in her mouth and wanted to get them again.

Song Zhaodi grabbed his hand: "It's a little cold. I'll eat the pot later."

"Okay." The eldest child looked at his father, then at Song Zhaodi, rolled his eyes, and led the two younger brothers out of the living room to wash their hands.

Zhong Jianguo was afraid that Song Zhaodi would quarrel with him, so he took a look outside and saw his son's back. He couldn't help smiling: "What, Zhaodi, no one will ask you to make clothes in the future."

"Why?" Song Zhaodi asked knowingly.

Zhong Jianguo thought of what he had done, and felt somewhat uncomfortable: "I don't like the old horse, so I will use the old horse to spread the news that you were busy making clothes and forgot to prepare for lessons. Even if there are people looking for you again, you say you are busy. , you don't need to make up reasons, others will treat you as busy preparing for lessons and dare not disturb you."

"What are you going to do if Zhou Shufen, Lao Ma's daughter-in-law, doesn't come to me with cloth to make clothes?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "The big boy said that he promised Ma Zhenxing and asked you to make clothes for Ma Zhenxing. If it wasn't for Lao Ma's son, I couldn't remember asking Lin Zhong to go home to get the clothes, and I wouldn't sleep for more than a week. Chair." After a pause, "I solved the problem by myself, can I sleep in bed today?"

"Observe for a month first." Song Zhaodi said, "No one will come to me within a month, and this will be over."

Zhong Jianguo held his forehead: "Then if someone comes to you, I have to sleep in a chair for three months?"

"What do you think?" Song Zhaodi asked back, "At the age of 30, you don't have to think about what you say and do. If you didn't count on you to protect your family and the country, I really want you to sleep in a chair until autumn."

Zhong Jianguo knew that Song Zhaodi would be so angry, and he lent him the courage, but he didn't dare to deliberately seek trouble for Song Zhaodi: "When Dawa's mother was there, no one asked her to make clothes. I didn't expect it."

"When Dawa's mother was there, she didn't dare to bother you with family affairs. Even if someone looked for her, you wouldn't necessarily know." Song Zhaodi turned to Zhong Jianguo, "right?"

Zhong Jianguo coughed: "I used to be busier than I am now. A few years ago, Lao Jiang's people came every three days, and I was often away from home for ten days and a half months. It's not that I didn't ask about my family."

"Hey, what kind of man does a city as big as Shencheng want? It's not good to marry someone. I have to marry you. I really don't know what that white birch thinks." Song Zhaodi saw the smoke in the pot and lifted the lid of the pot Put the dumplings in.

Zhong Jianguo was very happy: "What do you think?"

"You have three children, you don't need me to have children." Song Zhaodi said, "This is the main reason."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath. Even though he heard Song Zhaodi say it, and more than once, he still felt panicked after hearing her say it again: "Three skin boys, don't you feel annoyed? Teacher Xiao Song, I think we can have a baby. daughter."

"Are you born?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo choked.

"It's easy to put it simply, if I have a son, do I have to continue to have it?" Song Zhaodi said, "You can't guarantee that you will have a daughter in one fell swoop, and you will not lack a son, so let's stop the topic of having children. Otherwise —"

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand: "I know, don't want to go to your bed in the future."

"It's good to know." The dumplings with plain stuffing were easy to cook. Seeing that the pot was boiling, Song Zhaodi washed two cucumbers and made a plate of cucumber salad.

When Erwa saw dumplings and cucumbers on the table, his father and his mother started to eat them. They couldn't help but widen their eyes and reminded: "Mother, what's the earth-shattering?"

"Idiot, just pat the cucumber." Zhong Dawa patted the table, "Is it earth-shattering?"

Zhong Erwa couldn't believe it and turned to Song Zhaodi, her eyes full of hope, hoping that Song Zhaodi would say no: "Mother, is that right?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi patted his head, "Erwa, what do you think earth-shattering should be?"

The best food Zhong Erwa has ever eaten in her life was made by Song Zhaodi. After carefully recalling the dishes Song Zhaodi made, she shook her head: "I don't know, I can't think of it."

"I thought it was chopped chicken." Zhong Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi: "Come tomorrow and kill the rooster."

"You've said it many times, stepmother." Every time Zhong Dawa feeds the chickens, she wants to slaughter and eat the little rooster. Every time I ask Song Zhaodi, Song Zhaodi also said that the rooster will be slaughtered in a few days, "I can't count how many times you have said it."

Song Zhaodi: "I think when the rooster grows up and then slaughter it, you can eat a big drumstick. Kill it now, the drumstick is too small to eat."

"Then let the little rooster live for a few more days." Zhong Dawa stuffed a dumpling in his mouth, "Mom, when can you eat the tomatoes you planted? I want to eat sweet and sour tomatoes."

Song Zhaodi sighed, but you haven't swallowed what was in your mouth: "When your dad goes back to bed, the tomatoes will be ready to eat."

Zhong Dawa and Zhong Erwa turned to Zhong Jianguo at the same time.

Zhong Jianguo's scalp was numb at the sight of his two sons: "The day of International Labor Day."

"It's going to take so long." Zhong Dawa sighed and pushed the bowl in front of Zhong Jianguo, "I don't want to eat it."

Song Zhaodi took the lead and said, "Give it to your father. My younger brother is ready to eat, too. Take my younger brother out to play and come back in a while."

"Okay." Dawa led Sanwa out. He couldn't go wherever he wanted, but he was used to it and didn't find Sanwa troublesome. What's more, there is a second child to help him.

When the three children went out, Zhong Jianguo couldn't wait to say: "You can't be so used to the children. Give it to me every time you can't finish it. If I'm not at home, will you eat it?"

"Children can't sleep well if they eat too much leeks at night." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't want to eat it, give it to the ducks."

Zhong Jianguo suddenly remembered that he had heard someone say "leeks burn heart" before, and coughed, "I'm sorry."

"I hope you will use it more before you speak and do things in the future." Song Zhaodi pointed at his head, "A few more times, and I can guarantee that you will have to find a new mother for a few children."

Zhong Jianguo raised his head abruptly and saw that she was very serious: "I'll keep that in mind." After a while, "I really can't go to bed today?"

"If you don't want to sleep in a chair, you can also sleep in the guest room." Song Zhaodi reminded him.

Zhong Jianguo swallowed: "I threw the key of the guest room into the sea. I told you many times."

Song Zhaodi snorted: "It's strange to believe you. You should eat less, half of the basket of steamed dumplings was eaten by you, be careful that you won't be able to sleep at night." After speaking, she got up to look for a few children.

Zhong Jianguo patted his stomach, looked at the dumplings in the bun basket, thought about it, and took a bowl to drink some soup.

Song Zhaodi and Banwan Noodles estimated that the whole dumplings could be eaten until the next night. As a result, the dumplings in the basket bottomed out the next morning.

After Zhong Jianguo finished his last mouthful of rice porridge, he couldn't help but hiccup.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help but ask, "Zhong Jianguo, are you stupid?"

"The food you cook is delicious, not because I'm stupid." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you don't believe me, ask the baby."

Zhong Dawa nodded: "I can eat a full bowl of the rice my mother cooks."

"Right." Zhong Jianguo said, "I can't blame me for eating too much."

Song Zhaodi raised her leg and stepped on his foot: "Blame me?"

"Don't blame, don't blame, blame me." Zhong Jianguo gasped, not daring to provoke Song Zhaodi again, and quickly got up to clean up the dishes.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi said, "Big baby, second baby, help your father bring chopsticks and bowls to the kitchen."

Zhong Jianguo wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he deliberately left the tableware and chopsticks of the big baby and the second baby, and asked them to send them to the kitchen by themselves. However, when he cooperated with Song Zhaodi so much, Song Zhaodi did not soften his heart.

On the night of International Labor Day on May 1, Zhong Jianguo was standing at the door holding the quilt, and Song Zhaodi said no, he immediately turned around and went back to the living room to continue sleeping on the chair.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Song Zhaodi knew that he was pretending, but she couldn't help but soften her heart: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Sleepy, sleepy." Zhong Jianguo was overjoyed, stuffed the quilt into the cabinet, took off his shoes and went to bed, lifted the quilt and touched something soft, looked down, it was Sanwa's little hand, and his joy disappeared immediately At the end, "Zhao Di, I think Sanwa is so old that she can sleep alone."

Song Zhaodi said "um", "Tell him to sleep in his cot?"

"This child is growing too fast, and the bed is a little too small." Zhong Jianguo wanted to nod, afraid that Song Zhaodi would think he was careless again, he thought about it carefully, and found the problem, "Make him a bed another day."

Song Zhaodi: "Let's make a two-story bed. The eldest baby and the second baby sleep in a bed that is only 1.2 meters wide. When they grow up, it will be uncomfortable to squeeze into the same bed, and then they will have to make another bed. ."

Zhong Jianguo said in his heart that the two children were too crowded, and it would take at least another ten years. When the words reached his throat, he realized that Song Zhaodi had the intention to live with him all his life, and that he would only think so long-term. He was overjoyed: "I'll find wood after a few days of spare time. What about the double bed?"

"I draw drawings." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo was very curious: "You have never been married and have no children in your last life. How do you know so much about children?" Afraid that Song Zhaodi would get angry, he quickly said, "I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."

"At that time, there were children's chairs in small restaurants in big hotels. I didn't want to see them and I saw them many times." Song Zhaodi said, "As for bunk beds, I slept in bunk beds when I was in junior high and high school."

Zhong Jianguo: "How old were you when you were in junior high school, is your mother at ease?"

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "Do you think I lied to you when I said that my father doesn't love my mother? No. My tuition is paid by my grandparents. The college tuition is subsidized by the nobles, and the living expenses are earned by me working part-time."

"You are also very interesting, you only pay tuition fees and not living expenses?"

Song Zhaodi: "She gave the school some places, and the school directly waived our tuition fees. However, when I went abroad for further studies, the noble asked her housekeeper to give me a large sum of money, including tuition and living expenses."

"And the housekeeper?" Zhong Jianguo couldn't calm down. "It's like the tycoon of Shencheng."

Song Zhaodi smiled: "That housekeeper is the housekeeper of her husband's family, and her husband's family is a tycoon in Shencheng. It's not an exaggeration to say that the richest man is the richest."

"Then I have to live a good life." Zhong Jianguo looked at Song Zhaodi in a good mood, "You didn't know the history before, so you should know the major events that happened in these years?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "It will be opened to the public in a few years. I forgot which year and day it was announced. At the end of this century, except for Lao Jiang's side, all other places have been taken back. I think about what else—"

"Wait a minute, do you go to school to study history?" Zhong Jianguo stared at her face, and it was even more strange to see that she didn't seem to be acting.

Song Zhaodi: "After junior high school, I chose science in high school. Later, I flew all over the world. Many Spring Festivals were spent with foreigners. When I was busy, I rushed to design drafts and stayed out of the house for ten days and a half months. The commemoration of national events has long since ended. Don't talk about me, can you still recall the content of your junior high school?"

Zhong Jianguo couldn't think of it when he thought about it: "You don't even know about the military?"

"I've watched a few military programs, but I'm not a military fan, I just came to watch it occasionally—"

Zhong Jianguo interrupted her: "Don't say it."

"What's wrong?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo said: "You said the future is very good. We have what we want. I will take a look at the training area tomorrow. If we want nothing, I will probably vomit to death."

"You think too much." Song Zhaodi said, "Except for a few easy-to-remember ones, such as aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines, and amphibious warships, if you ask me to tell me, I can't tell you. However, you don't know if it's right, save someday Say it with a bald mouth, and others will think you are crazy."

Zhong Jianguo: "Isn't that true? Wait a minute, Song Zhaodi, dare to confess to me, wouldn't it be because I think 'down with all the bulls, ghosts and snakes' now, even if I tell others that you are a ghost, others won't believe it, right?"

"The heart of a villain." Song Zhaodi said, "I dare to say that it is because you are bold. At first you knew that I was not easy, and you dared to keep me, but later found out that I was not Song Zhaodi and could remain calm, so I decided to tell you. "

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "I'm not timid. However, if you hadn't meddled with your own business, I wouldn't have been so quick to make sure you were harmless."

"I know, I have to thank myself." Song Zhaodi yawned, "I decided to give myself a day off tomorrow."

Zhong Jianguo's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition: "For example?"

"You come and prepare three meals a day." Song Zhaodi said, hugged Sanwa in her arms, and said without waiting for Zhong Jianguo to speak, "Turn off the lights."

Zhong Jianguo subconsciously turned off the light, his eyes were dark, and he wanted to pass out.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhong Jianguo said that he was very busy and could not come back to cook at noon. However, before Zhong Jianguo finished speaking, the big baby couldn't help cheering, and Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and slapped him on the buttocks in anger.

I didn't grasp the strength, and slapped the big baby to tears.

Seeing this, Zhong Jianguo took his coat and ran away, fearing that Song Zhaodi would scold him.

Song Zhaodi was tired.

When Zhong Jianguo came back in the evening, Song Zhaodi didn't quarrel with him, but just drove him to the chair again when he was sleeping.

Zhong Jianguo was used to sleeping on a chair at both ends for three days, and he didn't do anything about sneaking into bed in the middle of the night.

On the second Sunday in May, Zhong Jianguo borrowed a small truck from the army to pull two beds. After the beds were assembled, the eldest baby and the second baby did not go out to play. They climbed from the top to the bottom, from the bottom to the top, and wanted to stick. on the bed.

At night, the brothers abandoned the old bed and chose a new bed.

At this time, you don't need to cover the quilt when you sleep at night, just cover with a towel blanket. Song Zhaodi tied a blanket to Sanwa's stomach and put Sanwa on the bottom of the bunk bed.

Erwa was not happy, "Mother, this is my bed."

"Then is this child your brother?" Song Zhaodi asked, "I used to be able to sleep with my brother, but now I can't sleep with my brother?"

Erwa choked: "Then you ask your brother to sleep with his brother."

"The top is too high, and my brother will fall when he rolls down." Song Zhaodi said, "The bottom layer is short, and my brother will not fall if he rolls down." Afraid that the child would not sleep well, Song Zhaodi deliberately put a very old quilt on the bed Side, "You two sleep sideways. When my brother grows up, I'll let him sleep alone, okay?"

Zhong Jianguo was waiting to sleep, seeing the little Erwa frowning and tangled: "You don't allow my brother to sleep? I'll make a new bunk bed tomorrow, only for my brother. My brother wants to sleep on the top and sleep on the top, and he wants to sleep on the bottom. "

"Okay, okay." Erwa glared at the sleeping child and couldn't help but muttered, "I really want to beat him."

Zhong Jianguo said quickly, "Brother is crying, you can coax yourself."

"Dad!" Erwa said loudly, "I'll cry now."

Zhong Jianguo smiled: "Do you want me to slap you and make you cry faster?"

"Dad, we're going to sleep." Zhong Dawa said, "you and mother should go to bed too."

Zhong Jianguo gave his eldest son a thumbs up, and then shouted, "Zhao Di, go."

"Dad, when you get up to pee at night, remember to check if your brother is still in bed." After Song Zhaodi finished speaking, she suddenly thought, "Dad, come down and sleep."

Zhong Dawa didn't understand: "Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be confused at night." Zhong Jianguo also thought of it, and walked over to carry the big baby down, "sleep with my brother."

After thinking about it carefully, Zhong Dawa didn't dare to sleep on the upper floor, but when she saw the bed she made, she was reluctant: "Dad, if I don't urinate at night, can I sleep on the upper floor?"

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you can stay up at night for a month, I will allow you to sleep on it." He put the wire blanket over the children, "I turned off the lights."

Zhong Dawa nodded.

Zhong Jianguo took Song Zhaodi back to the room and bolted the door from the inside.

Song Zhaodi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Zhong Jianguo, you already have three children."

"It has nothing to do with how many children there are." Zhong Jianguo said, and pushed the person onto the bed, looked at the light, then looked at Song Zhaodi, coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, "Can you not turn off the light?"

Song Zhaodi was happy: "I don't care. Whatever you want, I can cooperate."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "Song Zhaodi! Tell me honestly, how many people did you have in your last life?"

"Not much, it's more than you anyway." Song Zhaodi tore off his belt, "If you keep grinding, the sky will be bright."

When it was dawn, Zhong Jianguo saw the redness on the white sheets, and he was stunned. He came back to his senses, raised his hand and slapped Song Zhaodi's arm: "Do you have any other words to tell the truth?!"