Chapter 17: Different Dreams in the Same Bed
The living room was filled with smoke and gloom like a sleepless night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Info: Before Wang Jiajia got up in the morning, he went out to work. has been single for many years, and suddenly there is a woman around him, and it is said that a man will not refuse, but Yin Cairu is a rare alternative, always different from others, and needs to be sentimental and feel nostalgic.
Wang Jiajia is different, she escaped from the siege and willingly followed Yin Cai Ru into the siege, facing the incomprehensible Yin Cai Ru had no other way but to nest in her heart.
After getting off work in the evening, Yin Cairu did not return to the new house, but went to her parents' house because she wanted to have a delicious meal. Wang Jiajia is busy and in full swing, with a sumptuous dinner with high-end red wine, infatuated candlelight, and a narrow space, so as to achieve the reality of husband and wife. But Yin Cairu didn't come home for a long time, which made her frustrated and angry, and she called him and ran to her parents' house.
"You have a family now, I can cook, why bother your parents?" Wang Jiajia shed tears as she spoke, crying forcefully, and maintaining that dignified voice.
"I just want to go home for a meal, why don't you come too?" Wang Jiajia hung up the phone, and the candlelight of the fascination shone on her angry expression. She didn't hesitate to dump the dishes on the table into the trash, along with the bottle of red wine, which was worth a lot of money, and ruined it by the way.
Putting down the phone, Yin Cai was thoughtful, and Yin Mu asked keenly: "Is there a contradiction?" ā
While eating, Lao Yin looked at the pretending to be relaxed: "Don't come back if you have nothing to do in the future, hurry up and give us a big fat grandson, you see that the neighbors and grandsons who are big with us will play soy sauce, this matter must not be delayed, it must be improved to a strategic perspective." ā
"Yes, the little couple will inevitably bump and bump into each other, as a man, you must learn to endure, everything must be measured, and your father is right, the marriage is married, and our old couple has a heart, but marriage without children is also imperfect, this matter must be taken to heart."
Yin Cai didn't get tired of it, nodded again and again, and said in his heart that he knew that he would have to be educated when he came back for a meal, and he wouldn't come back if he was killed, so he got a bowl of ramen for eight yuan outside.
Wang Jiajia was angry, and he shouldn't knock on the door when he went home, so he had to take the key to open the door by himself. I saw Wang Jiajia sitting on the sofa watching TV with a straight face, and she didn't raise her head when she saw the gloom, just as if there was no person around. "Have you eaten?" Feminine like a smiling face.
"You feed the whole family and don't go hungry, what do you care about me?" Wang Jiajia didn't raise her head, her mouth was full of gunpowder.
It's not bad, Yin Cairu bought a bowl of sauce noodles: "I know that you didn't eat when you were angry, you have a bad stomach, so eat more at night." ā
When they were in love in college, Wang Jiajia often stayed up late, and even soaked in the library to read materials during dinner time.
Wang Jiajia was moved for a while, although she was angry, but because of her deep love, she was as yin as a word of concern, and easily resolved their contradiction: "Is it easy to digest when eating sauce noodles at night?" ā
"This kind of sauce noodle is not available anywhere else, it is a specialty, you can taste it, it is delicious." Yin Cairu deliberately went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks and opened the lunch box, "You smell it." ā
Wang Jiajia smelled it, the taste was indeed different, Yin Cai was like a short strip of noodles and sent it into Wang Jiajia's mouth, chewed it carefully and asked busily: "How does it taste?" ā
"Yes, a bit of a specialty."
Yin Cairu sat next to Wang Jiajia with satisfaction, and the sauce noodles were put into Wang Jiajia's abdomen one by one, and he handed out a tissue: "After eating the sauce noodles, you must remember to wipe your mouth, otherwise the sauce sticks to your mouth, and your short-sighted eyes think you have a beard on your mouth!" ā
is as delicate as a man's rare carefulness, which makes Wang Jiajia feel as if she has returned to the time of their first love. That emotion touched the wound that Wang Jiajia regretted the most. If you insisted on being with Yin Cairu at the beginning, you would not have left the sad name of a second-married girl. Touching the scene, Wang Jiajia wiped her mouth and tears couldn't stop flowing down, hiding her face and sobbing. The thin neck drives the abrupt clavicle to tremble, adding a sense of tenderness and weakness. Yin Cairu gently pinned her bangs behind her ears: "Don't don't, don't cry?" ā
"I want to drink water." Wang Jiajia said, "The sauce noodles are so salty. The two laughed together.
On the marriage bed, Wang Jiajia snuggled affectionately in Yin Cairu's arms: "I want to be with you forever and never separate." Yin Cai was thoughtful, quietly stroking Wang Jiajia's usual bun, and the static electricity generated by the touch touched Wang Jiajia's excited blood: "We want a child!" ā
Yin Cairu's hand stopped abruptly on Wang Jiajia's bun, "Go with the flow, you can't force yourself to have a child." ā
"As long as we try."
That's right, it's not uncommon for a normal man to be with a normal woman and have a child.
People who are almost thirty years old, after the age of thirty, it is indeed late to have children, they will be fifty when the children are twenty years old, and their sons are married, and their lives are almost hiccup. Yin Cai thinks it's funny when she thinks about it, and they all say that love is the eternal theme of human beings, but in fact, giving birth to children is the theme of love. It's okay not to get married, and it's not bad to have a child and have fun.
Wang Jiajia raised her hand to turn off the bedside counter light, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.
In the dark, Wang Jiajia took off her underwear, naked, her body contours were clear, and the bumps were just right, and her figure was still the same after so many years.
If you can see the gods, Wang Jiajia is also free and easy: "Want to see it? I'll let you see enough. She stretched out her hand to turn on the light, and her eyes were as quick as her eyes, and she grabbed her hand, and a layer of sweat oozed from her hands. Wang Jiajia felt the heat gushing out of his blood.
"Nervous?"
"Can I not be nervous if you throw me so much into your arms?" If you don't forget to be sarcastic. Wang Jiajia sat on the bed like a deflated balloon, and the passion that had been brewing for a long time fell to the bottom because of a sentence from Yin Cairu.
"Don't you just say that I take the initiative, I know what you think in your heart." Wang Jiajia got into the quilt and turned her back to Yin Cairu, "Sleep!" ā
Yin Cairu was suddenly left out in the cold, and she was at a loss for a while, but she didn't admit that her words hurt people. He walked out of the room wrapped in his pajamas, took out a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, and walked out to the balcony to light it.
The smoke that fills the air is like that of this young city, full of anxiety. Thinking that there was once a man sleeping next to Wang Jiajia, who was also a man, he couldn't let go of his charm. At this moment, his mood is like a cigarette in his hand, and he needs fire to burn out the anxiety in his heart.
"How many times do you say, don't smoke at home anymore!" The gloomy haggard is exposed to the light. Wang Jiajia stared at her eyes, looking hateful, "I said what knot you have in your heart, do you want to live with your own knot all the time?" Tired or not? ā
In Wang Jiajia's words, three years of love is enough for them to understand each other.
The hour hand of the wall clock pointed to half past eleven, and he said faintly: "I sleep on the sofa tonight." ā
"I hate the smell of smoke on you." Wang Jiajia turned off the light in the living room, turned around and returned to the room, and the door slammed shut, deafening.