Tian Sangsang has the habit of taking a nap, and he has to take a nap for an hour every day, otherwise he will be unenergetic in the afternoon.

After pregnancy, I often lie in bed and don't want to get up, and the nap time is directly doubled to two hours.

Meng Shuyan is a child, full of energy, jumping up and down, and has no consciousness of taking a nap at all. Naesting is dispensable to him. He usually plays some Rubik's Cubes, nine-square grids, feeds chickens and ducks, etc., and is very happy.

This made Tian Sangsang very envious.

She remembered that until she was sixteen, she had almost no napping habits. After the age of sixteen, the body can no longer bear it. If you don't take a nap, it seems that there is a thin layer of fog in front of your eyes, which not only obstructs your vision, but also hinders your thoughts, and the whole person is confused and can't do anything at all.

I don't have the energy to go to school.

When working, you will be powerless in front of the computer, and you have to force yourself to hold on to a file.

Tian Sangsang was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and his body covered with a thin quilt. The sunlight pouring in from the window was dotted, finely fragmented, lazy and warm.

It was as if someone was gently touching her face, as if someone had carefully picked her up.

Vacated, dreaming.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like wings, and she was too sleepy to want to get out of bed.

Tian Sangsang, who had slept and was awakened by hunger, wanted to get up, found himself in a strange room.

Startled, she got out of bed.

Beneath him was a large bed, with soft cushions, blankets on the floor, whitewashed walls, a new wardrobe, and roses in a vase.

Weird to familiar scenes.

"You're awake. A man's familiar, deep voice.

She turned her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked, and the outline of Jiang Jinghuai's handsome face was in her sight.

She finally knew that Fang Cai was not a dream.

She was transferred, and the person who transferred her was her ex-husband...... No, not divorced yet.

He said he would come today, and he really came.

Except for yesterday, how long has it been since I saw each other? a month, two months, it seems.

"What about words?" she pursed her dry lips. I want to ask too much about the war, but since he can come back, at least it means that the situation is good.

"I sent him to see his mother. He took her hand and whispered, "Don't worry, he'll be fine." ”

Tian Sangsang relaxed slightly, and withdrew his hand quietly, "Where is this?"

Jiang Jinghuai looked at her, his eyes gradually became hot: "Our new home." ”

A new home.

Isn't her new home in a courtyard house?

She lifted the quilt, found her shoes, and slowly put them on and stood up.

Jiang Jinghuai's hand wrapped around her shoulder, "I'll take you out to have a look." ”

He didn't smell of tobacco now, but he had a different kind of crisp smell. He hadn't touched her for too long, and his palms resting on her shoulders caused her to shiver.

Tian Sangsang only glanced at it a few times, then lost interest, and said dryly: "Can I go home?" ”

He seemed to freeze, and he didn't seem to hear her.

He reached out and touched her stomach and kissed the corner of her lips: "Sangsang, are you hungry? I'll cook for you." ”

It's been more than four months, and my belly has risen slightly, although the bulge is not very obvious, and it can be covered by wearing loose clothing. Tian Sangsang wore a skirt today, and she didn't seem to be a pregnant woman. But only she knows that she has become fat, and she will get fatter and fatter in the future. The belly is really fat, the cups are bigger, and the face seems to be a little rounder. She now walks every day, not with one hand on her stomach, but with one hand on her waist.

The word cooking is like a bolt from the blue, which catches people off guard. In her eyes, Jiang Jinghuai is just a hanger, just put it there and look at it.

Even if he doesn't cook, there are people who are willing to cook for him.

But today, he actually offered to cook.

She sat in her chair and listened to the sound of ping-pong coming from the kitchen.

What was he doing?

I couldn't help it, and when I walked to the kitchen door, I saw him wearing a dark apron and chopping a garlic clove, and his movements were a little clumsy.

After chopping garlic cloves, Jiang Jinghuai calmly put them into a small plate, and washed and chopped vegetables skillfully, this time the action was much more powerful than chopping garlic, at least it looked good.

She watched, in a trance, and retreated back into the hall, as if in a dream.

I don't know how long it took, but it's not too long, it's a little fast.

Because when people think, they don't notice the passage of time at all.

The dishes on the table have been set, steamed sea bass, fried mushrooms with green vegetables, fried chicken wings, vinegared shredded potatoes, seaweed egg soup, Jiang Jinghuai came out with a bowl of white flowers, and the rice had been stewed before.

"You see, I can also stir-fry and cook. He sat down beside her, put some shredded potatoes and greens into the rice, and looked at him cautiously and flatteringly, "Eat a little, okay Sangsang?"

Tian Sangsang bit his lower lip.

His deep eyes were slightly red, and he kept looking at her and introduced:

"This fish is a bit simple, it's steamed, and I'm still learning about it. ”

"I can only fry chicken wings now, but that's okay, I'm still learning. ”

"You see, the potatoes are not particularly finely cut, I cut them myself. ”

"I've tasted all of these, they taste pretty good, so you can eat more. ”

“……”

Tian Sangsang listened, his eyes became hotter and hotter, and tears slowly gathered in his eyes.

"Eat it, I don't have much appetite. She tilted her head away.

She said that she would not eat another grain of rice from his family, and she had to hold on. He knew that this was the case, and he still had to cook for her, which made it difficult for her to do it, and it was very difficult. What a bastard. He didn't owe her anything, why bother?

"Why don't you have much appetite, you're pregnant and you need to eat. Jiang Jinghuai pursed his thin lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "Eat a little, Sangsang." ”

"What I'm making now may not taste good. But in the future, as long as I'm at home, I can do it for you. I won't do worse than Zhao Chun. Eat a little?" he took her hand and squeezed it gently before she turned her head.

Tian Sangsang was still unmoved, with no expression on his face.

His dark eyes stared at her stubbornly, "Then I'll feed you." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks with his right hand and picked up the bowl with his left hand.

Tian Sangsang's eyes narrowed, and he noticed the wound on his finger, "What's wrong with your hand?"

I saw that there was a light red wound on his usual rough finger, and the skin was cut open.

Jiang Jinghuai tugged at the corners of his mouth casually: "I was cut by a kitchen knife." ”

"Aren't you very good at knife work, how can you still be cut?"

"There are times when you miss a lot. He said softly, "I was thinking about you when I was chopping vegetables, and I didn't pay much attention to it." In fact, she was looking at the kitchen just now, and when he left, he was a little lost, and he was bleeding profusely if he didn't pay attention.