Chapter Twenty-Six: I Didn't Take Off My Pants
"I don't wet the bed...."Zhao Yuerong said this, her little head had turned to the side shyly, if it weren't for Xia Yuan getting close, she would hardly be able to hear her next words, "This is... For cave houses. β
"Cave room?"
Xia Yuan was stunned after hearing this, he knew early on that this little girl was carrying a white handkerchief in her arms all day long, but he didn't care about it.
It is normal for a girl to carry a handkerchief on her body, just like a girl in later generations who always carries a tissue on her body.
To be honest, just now when she saw this white handkerchief being padded under her buttocks, Xia Yuan was really stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, isn't this thing used to wipe his hands and mouth?
But now when I hear her say about the cave house, I remember that on the first day of marriage, this little girl also said something white.
So this white veil is used for....
At this point, he finally straightened out his thoughts, he did play it in a TV series he watched when he was a child, on the wedding night, the hijab was lifted, the groom pressed the bride, and then the screen went black.
When it was lit up again, it was the next morning, and then the mother-in-law sent a maid to clean up the room, and took out a white handkerchief from the bed, which was still stained with blood.
At that time, Xia Yuan was still young, and he innocently asked his parents why there was blood on it, and he remembered that the answer he got was that the bride had a nosebleed.
At that time, he did believe it, but when he grew up, of course, he would not be naΓ―ve enough to think that it was a nosebleed, maybe it would be right to change the pronunciation.
"You.. Do you think that two people sleeping in the same bed is considered a cave room? And then you can have a baby? β
"I didn't."
The little daughter-in-law bit her lip, her face was red like a drop of blood, she paused, and she continued in a very low voice: "I know that two people sleeping in the same bed can't have children. β
After that, she silently added in her heart that she had to take off her clothes.
How can anyone sleep in a bed and give birth to a child, and he is not a child who doesn't understand anything.
Maybe it used to be, but before getting married, Aunt Wang, who worked at home, told herself that the cave room was two people who stripped naked and slept together.
Then Aunt Wang also handed over a white handkerchief, saying that on the night of the newlywed cave room, that is, the first night of sleeping together, she, the bride, must remember to put this under her body.
And then... And then there was none.
So the cave room is two people stripped naked and sleeping in the same bed.
"Oh."
Xia Yuan sighed, silently relieved in her heart, she just understood, she had to teach her when she was in the real cave room, blame that or something.
It's just very inexplicable, he always feels that the cave room that little Lori understands is different from what he thinks.
Coincidentally, Zhao Yuerong also felt so, and she also felt that the cave room that Xia Yuan wanted was different from what she thought.
Moreover, she also has some questions about what Aunt Wang said.
She thought it was reasonable to have children when she slept naked, but she didn't understand why she had a white veil.
After pondering for a while, the little girl didn't think about it carefully, and began to make a small calculation in her heart again.
She thought about it, and when her husband fell asleep at night, she would quietly strip off his clothes, and then take off her own, and the two of them would strip naked and sleep together, so that they could have children.
Just thinking about it, she felt the bed vibrate, Xia Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed, and then there was a squirming movement.
The candles were extinguished in the room, and Zhao Yuerong couldn't see clearly, but the blurred outline in the dark night made her feel as if Xia Yuan was taking off her clothes.
"Husband, husband, what are you going to do?" Her voice trembled, and there was a kind of uncontrollable tension.
She didn't expect that before her little calculation was finished, her husband would take off his clothes by himself, too active.
"Don't do anything, I'm just a little hot and want to take off my clothes and sleep." Xia Yuan took off his underwear in the dark, put it at the head of the bed, and then lay back shirtless.
There was a long silence in the darkness, and after a while, Zhao Yuerong had the courage to quietly stretch out his little feet, and then touched Xia Yuan's leg with his toes, which was fabric.
At this moment, she didn't know how to describe her feelings, whether she was relieved or disappointed.
The husband took the initiative, but not completely.
I didn't even take off my pants.
...............
When Xia Yuan woke up in the morning, he was woken up by Zhao Yuerong's movements.
The early morning sunlight shines into the house through the lattice windows, and is cut into bunches by the wooden lattices on the windows.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a smooth, white back, and then he saw the little daughter-in-law standing by the bed, holding a long strip of white cloth in her hand.
Then she straightened the long strip of cloth, went around her head and the back of her neck, pressed the strip of cloth on the back of her shoulder, and began to wrap it around and around it.
Cloth?
Wrap?
It seemed that he was aware of Xia Yuan's gaze, and Zhao Yuerong, who was binding his chest, subconsciously turned around, but saw that Xia Yuan was still asleep with his eyes closed.
Seeing that she did not wake him up, the little girl felt a sense of relief, wrapped the strips of cloth, put on the undershirt she had just taken off, and put on the outer skirt.
Then he pulled up his long hair, held it with his hands, and looked at the two hairpins on the table, one silver hairpin and one wooden hairpin.
After hesitating for a while, she picked up the wooden hairpin and inserted it behind her head, raised her head to look at the sunlight from the window, and after staying for a while, she turned around and moved her gaze to Xia Yuan's face with her eyes closed.
Remembering last night, she was a little annoyed, she fell asleep early last night and didn't hold on.
Then, she clenched her little fists and cheered herself up, she didn't survive her husband last night, and she won't be able to do it tonight.
After cheering up, she pushed open the door and walked out.
As soon as she went out with her front foot, Xia Yuan sat up from the bed with her back foot, and her mind was full of the scene she had just seen, the scene of a circle of cloth wrapped around her body.
Now Xia Yuan is sure that what he saw last night was not an illusion, the little daughter-in-law was on a large scale, but she was wrapped in strips of cloth.
This kind of wrapping has a professional term, called chest binding.
Just like foot binding, it is also a bad habit of ancient women, in ancient times, or after the Tang Dynasty, the social atmosphere was gradually conservative, and after Cheng Zhu Lixue came out, even the aesthetics changed.
The airport is the last word, and the deformed three-inch golden lotus is beautiful.
Zhao Yuerong did not bind his feet, although this thing is hated by later generations, but in this era, it is a treatment that only those rich ladies or singers and dancers can enjoy.
All in all, only a woman who does not give birth and does not have to work can bind her feet, and the little girl has to work, and the person who binds her feet can't even walk well, so she is lucky to keep a pair of small and delicate feet.
But she still inevitably contracted the vice of correlating her breasts.
Xia Yuan was heartbroken.
It's not big, and it's still strangled with a strip of cloth every day, what will the child do in the future? How do you ...
No wonder there was a profession of wet nurse in ancient times.
No, she had to get rid of her bad habits.