"It’s probably made of water and blood, in terms of its components," Yan Zhen Guo said seriously as he lay next to Gu Fuqiao.
Gu Fuqiao couldn’t help but laugh at the ntion of water and blood. She reached out and rubbed her fingers, then playfully glanced at Yan Zhen Guo and said, "You don’t have logical argunts, but you sure have a lot of twisted reasoning."
Yan Zhen Guo couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the playful look Gu Fuqiao gave him. His heart fluttered, but when he rembered that his young wife seed to be quite tired lately, he reached out, ruffled her hair, and said, "Alright, let’s go to sleep early; you have work tomorrow."
Gu Fuqiao thought for a mont, deciding that Yan Zhen Guo would be hers for life and no one could take him away. So, she turned over, hugged Yan Zhen Guo’s arm, and fell into a deep sleep.
After she fell asleep, Yan Zhen Guo turned around and pulled Gu Fuqiao into his embrace, sleeping through the night.
Just as dawn was beginning to break, Chen Bajin got out of bed, found herself a stylish dress to wear, and checked herself in the mirror. She then scrutinized her face carefully.
For so reason, she felt sothing was amiss.
"Bajin, did you make breakfast yet?" a drowsy male voice ca from behind Chen Bajin.
Chen Bajin saw Chen Jian Country co out of the bedroom bare-chested with a shirt hanging lazily in his hand through the mirror.
Chen Bajin glanced back at Chen Jian Country and then turned back, saying, "I made so porridge; it’s on the table. Go help yourself."
Chen Jian Country felt that sothing was different about Chen Bajin today but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He walked into the kitchen, brought out the porridge, and placed it on the table. Looking at the dishes, he said, "Why didn’t you make any pickles today?"
After all, there was only a lonely salted duck egg on the table.
Chen Bajin usually prepared breakfast very well. Seeing today’s spread, Chen Jian Country couldn’t help but walk over to Chen Bajin, feeling her forehead, then his, puzzling over whether she had a fever.
Chen Bajin swatted away Chen Jian Country’s hand and said, "You’re the one with the fever! Brother Jian Country, I have sothing important to do today, so breakfast is simple. I’ll make you a big al tonight!"
Seeing the way Chen Bajin was dressed today, Chen Jian Country realized how beautiful his wife actually was, especially when dressed up. But they didn’t have any relatives nearby, and Chen Bajin, being a soldier’s wife, had no friends to speak of; where could she be going?
"Bajin, where are you headed?" Chen Jian Country asked.
Chen Bajin chuckled and said to Chen Jian Country, "? I’m going to attend an author eting. There are quite a few well-known writers there!"
"Authors?" Upon hearing those words, Chen Jian Country frowned. Unlike Yan Zhen Guo, Chen Jian Country was once a real rough cut, totally clueless about literature!
He didn’t even know a few characters back then; it was the community committee that later sent him to school for a while. At that ti, he thought it wasn’t learning, but a literacy campaign!
But it turned out to be effective. Not only could he recognize big characters, but he also beca a research scientist, contributing to national research.
His family wasn’t particularly in need, but Chen Jian Country just didn’t like studying much.
After all, studying and doing research were different things.
Chen Jian Country preferred science and math.
As for writing?
He found it sowhat pretentious.
Upon hearing Chen Bajin going to an author eting, he said from the side, "Bajin, what’s so good about authors? In my opinion, they’re all paper-pushers. A man like , who can do the heavy lifting, is the best!"
After speaking, he slapped his well-toned bare chest.
Chen Bajin laughed and said, "Okay, okay, you’re the best! But many authors are won, so don’t worry! Don’t be jealous!"
"How is this jealousy?" Chen Jian Country quickly explained. He just felt authors were overrated, spending all day crafting words, which seed boring, thinking that once Chen Bajin went, she’d find it dull too.
Hearing this, Chen Bajin wasn’t happy and muttered that even Gu Fuqiao had attended such author etings.
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