On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

"Yunmo, are you really married?"

Looking at Yang Huiying's cautious and nervous face, Yunmo smiled, "Will my status of being married affect our relationship?"

Yang Huiying shook her head like a rattle, her apple-like face turned even redder, "Of course not, I'm just curious, and it's a little unbelievable."

"Are you so surprised that I got married?"

"Of course, you are so beautiful and have good grades. As long as you perform steadily in the college entrance examination next year, you will be able to go to Beijing University. You don't know how much the girls in the class envy you."

"Being married doesn't affect my admission to Peking University."

"But everyone thinks that a good girl like you will marry a very good intellectual or a big shot..."

After finishing speaking, Yang Huiying suddenly realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to look down on your husband, but I feel that there is a big gap between you two."

Yunmo thought for a while, "The gap is a bit, he is much taller than me, every time I talk to him, I have to look up, my neck is sore."

After hearing this, Yang Huiying was immediately curious, "How tall is your husband?"

This Yunmo is not sure, she has neither asked nor measured, according to experience and visual inspection, it should not be lower than 188.

"It's about 1.88 meters."

"So tall? No wonder." After thinking about it, Yang Huiying couldn't help being curious, "Yunmo, is your husband handsome?"

"It's okay, anyway, I look pretty pleasing to the eye."

"Then how do you know each other? You are studying at school, and he is working on the construction site. It feels like two people who can't hit eight poles."

It's not easy for Yunmo to tell the inside story of this marriage in detail, so she can only answer casually: "It was arranged by the family."

Yang Huiying nodded understandingly, and then looked at her gossipingly, "Then how is your relationship with your husband? Do you like him?"

"I'm so hungry, let's go to the cafeteria, there will be no food in a while."

As soon as she heard that the food was about to run out, Yang Huiying didn't care about chatting anymore, and hurriedly ran towards the cafeteria with Yunmo.

--do you like him?

While eating, Yunmo silently thought about what Yang Huiying asked her.

During the few days when Ling Chuan was away, she couldn't help worrying when she was free, silently counting the days when he would come back.

In her heart, she felt that there was nothing wrong with living with the other party for the rest of her life.

In her future plans, he has never been excluded.

She thought, she should like Ling Chuan a little bit.

—

In the small restaurant opposite No. 3 Middle School.

While waiting for the food to be served, Zhong Xiaoya talked about Yunmo with Yunyao and Fu Ruman who were gossiping.

"That Yunmo is too good at pretending. She pretends to be pure and clean, but she is actually a married woman. Fortunately, she gets together with those boys with good grades in her class every day. I think she is a flamboyant woman!"

Hearing Zhong Xiaoya scolding Yunmo, Yun Yao felt very comfortable.

"Xiaomo has been beautiful since she was a child, and boys like to hang around her. She is probably used to playing with boys."

For a woman, this is not a good evaluation, let alone Yunmo is a married woman.

Zhong Xiaoya didn't like Yunmo at all, but now she hates it even more.

Seeing Fu Ruman looking out of the window silently, Zhong Xiaoya couldn't help asking with concern: "Manman, what are you looking at, why don't you speak?"

"Nothing, just thinking about a question."

Fu Ruman replied indifferently, obviously not wanting to participate in the discussion of Yunmo.

First, her upbringing made her not like to speak ill of people behind their backs. Second, after learning about the things her uncle ordered his subordinates to do, she always felt guilty and uneasy about Yunmo, and instinctively resisted discussing things related to Yunmo. everything of.

As if seeing Fu Ruman's dislike for this topic, Yun Yao quickly changed the subject, "Xiaoya, Ruman, are you free this weekend? My friend and I opened a clothing store on Commercial North Street. The clothes are all This year's most popular autumn and winter new style, there will be an opening event on the weekend, come and see it then, I will give you a discounted price."

No girl can resist the temptation of shopping for clothes, Zhong Xiaoya agreed to Yun Yao's invitation without hesitation.

"What kind of clothes do you sell in your store?"

"Shirts, sweaters, coats, trousers, skirts, scarves, everything, Saturday is the opening event, and all customers who spend, even if they just buy a scarf, will have a gift."

Hearing that there was a gift, Zhong Xiaoya became more interested, "What are the gifts?"

"All kinds of small jewelry, flower umbrellas, lipsticks, perfumes, etc., the more you consume, the higher the value of the gifts."

After finishing speaking, Yunyao looked at Fu Ruman, "Ruman, come to the store on weekends to have a look, there are many woolen coats from Hong Kong, all of which are the most fashionable styles at the moment, I guarantee you can buy them in other stores You can't buy the same one."

Fu Ruman was eager to try Yun Yao's words, and nodded in agreement with Yun Yao's invitation.

—

Li Dajun went to the countryside after lunch, and now he is the only one at home, and he has to take care of the crops in the field, otherwise he will not be able to eat for the second half of the year.

After sending Li Dajun away, Li Li returned to the main room, looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, turned around and went to the room where her daughter Ling Chunhua was resting.

"Boom!"

The loud sound of kicking the door startled Ling Chunhua who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She opened her eyes in a daze, and when she saw Li Li walking into the room, she opened her mouth and called out weakly for her mother.

Li Li walked to the bed with a cold face, and threw off the quilt on her body, "Did you sleep enough all morning? Get up and wash the dishes."

"Oh."

Ling Chunhua sat up from the bed with some difficulty, got out of bed and put on her clothes and shoes, endured the pain of the wound and the strong dizziness, walked out of the room, and went to the main room.

There are two sets of eaten bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and there are still some fried eggplants left in the dish basin in the center of the table.

Ling Chunhua rubbed her growling stomach, endured her hunger and took the dishes and leftovers to the kitchen.

Stepping on a small bench, she put the bowls and chopsticks on the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw a small circle of burnt rice crust left on the edge of the pot, Ling Chunhua happily picked a piece of rice crust and stuffed it into her mouth.

The crispy rice was already cold, hard and bitter, but Ling Chunhua ate it with relish.

There wasn't much rice crust, just around the thin circle of your finger, and it was finished in a few mouthfuls. Ling Chunhua scooped up half a bowl of well water and drank it, feeling less hungry now.

After washing the dishes and walking out of the kitchen, a broom was thrown at Ling Chunhua's feet.

Li Li stood under the eaves and ordered sharply: "Sweep the floor, every room, and the yard, if you can't clean it, be careful!"

Ling Chunhua silently picked up the broom, endured dizziness and began to clean the floor room by room.

It's just that she was very dizzy and her body was very weak. After sweeping for a while, she had to stop to rest for a while, and then resumed sweeping when her head was not so dizzy.

In this way, I kept sweeping and sweeping for an entire afternoon before finally sweeping the whole yard.

After putting away the broom, Ling Chunhua sat on the small bench in the eaves to rest, and fell asleep leaning against the wall post before she knew it.

good night~