Chapter 39 Intermittent exhaustion

Song Zhaodi woke up suddenly, opened her eyes and saw that it was Zhong Jianguo, very irritable: "Are you sick? Zhong Jianguo, why are you howling in the early morning!"

"I'm sick? I believe you only when I'm sick." Zhong Jianguo grabbed Song Zhaodi's arm and pulled him up.

Song Zhaodi was completely powerless, too lazy to quarrel with Zhong Jianguo, she patted her forehead to wake herself up: "What happened?"

"See for yourself." Seeing that she was still pretending to be stupid, Zhong Jianguo really wanted to slap her and split her head to see what was inside.

Song Zhaodi followed his fingers and asked subconsciously, "Why is there on the sheets—" He opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The suspected blood did not disappear, and turned to Zhong Jianguo, "Are you injured?"

Zhong Jianguo was full of anger, and disappeared in a swish: "I'm injured? I'm a man, Song Zhaodi, please see clearly."

"That's why I'm injured?" Song Zhaodi continued, blinking, "Impossible. It's not that one, right? No, wait, what do you mean?"

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath and told himself to be quiet, not to wake up the children next door: "Song Zhaodi, can we stop acting? Can we?!"

"Wait a minute, let me stroke it first." Song Zhaodi snapped her fingers, "You're not injured, I didn't come, but it's still impossible. Song Zhaodi slept with her object three times."

Zhong Jianguo stared at her: "You are telling the truth? Well, does it hurt?"

"My whole body hurts." Song Zhaodi pointed at his arm, "You pinched it." Pointing to his chest, "You gnawed, and here—"

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly interrupted: "Put on your clothes first, and then put on your clothes." He handed her the shirt.

When Song Zhaodi put on the pants, she felt a lot of pain below, she must have been injured, and her brows were slightly wrinkled: "It's only been two years since the incident, even if this body's ability to recover is extremely strong, it can't be like this, right?"

"You ask me, who do I ask." Zhong Jianguo saw that she was stranger than himself, "You really don't know?"

Song Zhaodi: "If I knew, no, if she knew, it wouldn't matter to me."

The Song Zhaodi in front of her is not the original Song Zhaodi, and Zhong Jianguo is convinced of this point: "Then think back carefully, is it Song Zhaodi's imagination that she has slept with that man three times, or that they did have a relationship."

"It must be true." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo didn't believe it: "Then can you remember what that man looked like?"

"Human." Song Zhaodi blurted out, and the whole person was stunned.

Seeing this, Zhong Jianguo couldn't help but help his forehead, the woman was still the same as always: "Don't tell me that man doesn't exist."

"Exist, exist, I can be sure of this." Song Zhaodi said, "You are not her first man, nor my first man, don't think about beautiful things."

Zhong Jianguo coughed twice and nearly choked to death on his own saliva: "I'm not dreaming, I'm very awake. Think about it again, what is it - wait, it's not that man, right?"

Song Zhaodi rolled her eyes at him: "Three times in my memory, it was a black light." Pointing to her body, "She was shy the whole time and didn't dare to look at that man."

"So, you don't know what's going on?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Song Zhaodi thought about it carefully: "It is estimated that it is a short shot in seconds."

Zhong Jianguo had a headache: "You can speak more implicitly." After a pause, "I wouldn't have asked if I had known."

Song Zhaodi looked at him with a smile: "Don't ask? Is it time for me to be replaced?"

Zhong Jianguo didn't understand, and immediately saw Song Zhaodi stretch out his arm, and there were four finger prints on Mai's complexion arm. Zhong Jianguo rolled over and got out of bed, pulled his shoes, opened the door and ran out, saying, "I'm cooking today."

Before Song Zhaodi stood up, she heard the sound of dong dong going downstairs. He sighed helplessly, folded the messy wool blanket, opened the window, and went to see if the three children were awake.

The small building of Zhong's house faces south. The windows of Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo's rooms face south, next to the living room and the stairs. The windows of several children's rooms face east, and the windows of guest rooms face west. The small room, because the windows face north, cannot see the sun all the year round, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Song Zhaodi came to the island and put all the household clutter in that room.

The sun can be seen from the three rooms in the east, west and south, which should be very good, but only in winter.

Song Zhaodi went to the east room, opened the window and the sun came in, Zhong Dawa raised her hand to block her eyes, and grabbed the wool blanket with the other hand.

Song Zhaodi shook her head and smiled, handed her hand to the child, and pulled him to sit up.

Zhong Dawa opened her eyes, looked around in a daze, and met a pair of smiling eyes: "Mother..."

"Wake up sleepy, wake up your brother to eat later." Song Zhaodi picked up Sanwa and found that the child did not have a diaper. Then came the second baby.

After dressing the second baby and the third baby, Song Zhaodi found that the eldest baby fell asleep with her head tilted again, and said with a smile, "Dawa, your dad is cooking this morning."

Zhong Dawa rolled over and sat up, looking straight at Song Zhaodi: "What did you say? Mother."

"I'm not feeling well. Your dad said he was cooking." Song Zhaodi said, "I haven't gone down yet, and I don't know what to eat. Maybe it's scrambled eggs for you. Our chickens have laid eggs." Hearing the sound of thumping footsteps, Song Zhaodi smiled helplessly, and went downstairs with the second baby and the third baby who were still sleeping.

When I went downstairs, I saw the big baby standing at the door of the kitchen in the northeast, putting the two children who had not woken up on the bench, and walked over to ask: "What does your father eat?"

"Dad actually wants to steam eggs for us." Zhong Dawa's face was full of helplessness, "Mother, do we have a lot of eggs at home?"

Song Zhaodi: "You three brothers each have one, and there is still one left every day. Your father is rarely willing to learn to cook, so let him learn. The cooking can't be eaten. I'll make something delicious for you at noon."

"Okay." Zhong Dawa sighed, "You are so used to him." After speaking, she turned around and left.

The egg in Zhong Jianguo's hand fell into the bowl and was attached to the egg shell.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help holding her forehead and pushed Zhong Jianguo away: "You go to wash rice and cook porridge, and I'll cook."

Zhong Jianguo looked at his son's back, and then looked at Song Zhaodi, who was busy fishing for egg shells: "Is it what Zhong Dawa said just now?"

"Does it sound familiar?" Song Zhaodi said, "What do you want to say to me in the future, try not to put it in front of children. They are young now, and apart from cursing, they can't tell what to say and what not to say. .

"The eldest baby is older. If you don't allow him to say it, he can remember it. If you don't allow the second baby to say it, not only will he not be able to remember, but he will have to chase after you and ask why. I'll wash my face and brush my teeth, and you'll pick it up later. tomato."

Zhong Jianguo grabbed two handfuls of rice, turned around and saw Dawa going to the door, and tutted, "No need, Dawa is going to pick it."

After a while, Zhong Dawa walked to Song Zhaodi with four half-red and half-green tomatoes in her clothes, raised her head and said, "Mother, I want to eat Snow Falling Flame Mountain."

"Only Guan Gong and Qin Qiong." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't eat it, eat steamed eggs."

The child thought for a while: "I don't want rice porridge, I want rice."

"Tell your dad." Song Zhaodi said, "If you eat rice early in the morning, your dad won't beat you? Zhong Dawa, what do you want to eat in the future, what will I do for you?"

The child snorted, ran to the kitchen and put the tomatoes on the chopping board, glared at Zhong Jianguo, turned around and ran out, asking Song Zhaodi to wash his face.

When the porridge was cooked, Zhong Jianguo came out and asked, "Why is this child crazy?"

"Intermittent convulsions." Song Zhaodi said, "I washed last night's clothes and sheets, I guess it will rain in the afternoon."

It didn't rain in the afternoon. At around three o'clock, Song Zhaodi held Dawa's hand and corrected his pen-holding posture. When she heard Sister Duan calling her, there were guests at home, so hurry out.

Song Zhaodi went out and saw that there was a spirited old man a little over 1.7 meters in the doorway, a young man of 18 or 19 years old, about 1.75 meters, with a tender appearance. Song Zhaodi turned back to the house and put the wheat milk on the table. Refined, milk powder put away.

Seeing this, Zhong Dawa blurted out, "Grandma and grandma are here again?"

"Let's talk about it later, don't go out." Song Zhaodi took out half of the eggs in the cabinet and put them in the utility room upstairs, found a lock to lock the door of the utility room, and put the money saved by Zhong Jianguo and the The kind of ticket was stuffed into the quilt before going downstairs to open the door.

Zhong Dawa followed him out, widened his eyes suddenly, and whispered, "Grandpa, uncle? Why are they here? Mother, what should I do? You can't beat them."

"They want to ask us, they don't dare to hit me." Song Zhaodi saw that there was nothing dazzling in the courtyard, and went to open the door with a smile, "Uncle, Victory, when did you come?"

Father Zhong: "Just disembarked, Jianguo is not at home?"

"Going to sea." Song Zhaodi said, "I may have to fight recently, I'm quite busy. Come in."

Father Zhong glanced at the second-story building, and then at the well-organized courtyard. Rao heard what Zhao Yin said, but he couldn't help but envy when he saw it with his own eyes: "You guys are so nice here."

"It's good." Song Zhaodi said, "However, Jianguo took his life in exchange for it. Jianguo said that the conscription will only start in September. Why did you come so early?"

Father Zhong frowned: "No? I'll come to my son's house and come whenever I want."

Song Zhaodi sneered in her heart, and she never saw you so arrogant in front of Zhao Yin: "I didn't mean that. The main reason is that you didn't send a telegram in advance when you came. The room and bed have not been cleaned up yet."

"Are these Jianguo's children?" Father Zhong noticed the three unequally tall children beside the bench. "Why don't they call people? They don't understand a little politeness."

Song Zhaodi's eyelids jumped and her face fell: "I probably haven't seen you before. The eldest baby, the second baby, the third baby, this is your grandfather, this is your uncle. It's normal that you haven't met, when your father was in his teens , was kicked out of the house by your grandfather."

Father Zhong's expression suddenly changed: "Song Zhaodi?!"

"I can hear you." Out of the corner of Song Zhaodi's eyes, she noticed that Zhong Shengli's face was flushed, embarrassed and angry, and pretended not to see, "Isn't what I said true?"

Father Zhong choked.

Song Zhaodi did not object to Zhong Shengli's joining the army, but she thought that Zhong Jianguo would open the back door and arrange him into the People's Army? Not to mention that Zhong Jianguo disagreed, even if Zhong Jianguo agreed, Song Zhaodi would not agree.

Even if Zhong Shengli was very good, because Zhao Yin was his mother, Song Zhaodi would not leave Zhong Shengli by Zhong Jianguo's side: "Uncle, what did you think of Jianguo before, I don't need to tell you, you are like a mirror in your heart.

"You wrote to Jianguo saying that you would send Victory over. Jianguo told me about this. He said that Victory wanted to be a soldier, so he honestly returned to Binhai to join the army under the name."

"I won't tell you." Father Zhong sat down and took Zhong Shengli to sit down, "I'll tell him when Jianguo comes back."

Song Zhaodi sighed: "Did my cousin go back and tell you how much Jianguo is here, so you decided to send victory over here?"

Father Zhong turned his head to look outside, gave Song Zhaodi a side face, without looking straight at her.

Song Zhaodi clicked: "Okay, then wait for Jianguo to come back."