Second Marriage in the 1970s

As soon as Dong Jiahui entered the room, she felt a nervous and suffocating breath in the air. She bit her lip and passed by Zhao Donglin, walked to the dressing table, and wiped her hair in front of the mirror.

The dressing table was leaning against the bed, just to the right of the desk. Zhao Donglin turned his head to look, and Dong Jiahui's beautiful posture was revealed with the movement of wiping his head.

She tilted her head, and from his direction, she could see her soft-lined chin, the slender wrists exposed from the cuffs, the whiter skin and the rosy lips that seemed to be colored.

Zhao Donglin unconsciously rolled his Adam's apple, he took a deep breath and turned his head, forcing himself to stop looking.

After Dong Jiahui wiped her hair half dry and combed it, she turned around and saw Zhao Donglin who was still sitting at the desk.

It's really embarrassing. It's dark in these days and there are no leisure activities, no TV, no mobile phone network, and there is no book at home except for the conference report brought back by Zhao Donglin.

Although it's getting dark outside, it's only more than eight o'clock now, and she can't sleep at this point.

Dong Jiahui lay in the bed with closed eyes and counted the sheep. At about nine o'clock, Zhao Donglin stepped on his shoes and walked to the bed, took off his coat and came up.

In the silent night, any slight movement exploded in Dong Jiahui’s mind as if it expanded dozens of times. She opened her eyes and looked at the pattern on the bed curtain, because it was prepared for marriage and embroidered with a few fat and fat ones. mandarin duck.

When Zhao Donglin put her arms around Dong Jiahui's waist, her heart thumped and her whole body stiffened.

"Jiahui."

Zhao Donglin called her softly in her ear, and Dong Jiahui turned her head to meet Zhao Donglin's eyes.

There seemed to be light shining in his eyes, hidden turbulent, loving, caring, Dong Jiahui's breathing began to be disordered, and when Zhao Donglin's kiss fell on her lips, she gradually regained her sanity.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take it slow."

Tears gleamed in Dong Jiahui's eyes, and she bit her lips tightly to prevent her from making a sound. The soundproofing effect of rural houses is not good, and it is too shameful to hear any movement.

Uncomfortable or uncomfortable, but Zhao Donglin gave him enough patience, the first soul encounter between the two was going on in this cool night.

Afterwards, Zhao Donglin hugged Dong Jiahui and rubbed the temperature on her arm through the quilt.

"I was also a little scared yesterday, would you like to talk about it?"

Dong Jiahui said the reason she had thought before with a cry.

"He can't do that, he has never touched me."

Zhao Donglin closed his eyes and thought about this reason, but he didn't expect it to be true.

He didn't mind Jiahui's divorce from the beginning, but life gave him a real surprise. The surprise was so big that he had to reconsider his marriage.

What he thought before was that it’s okay if Jiahui really can’t have a baby. They can bring up the black egg and Yingbao together. What he wants is a gentle wife and a warm family. The children are not a happy marriage. The basics.

But now, Jiahui didn't have children because of this reason. Since it's not really impossible to have children, then in the future, the probability that they will have children is very high.

Thinking of having children with Jiahui in the future, Zhao Donglin was upset and worried about the black egg and Yingbao. Now it seems that Jiahui has a very good relationship with Yingbao. He doesn’t need to worry about anything. After all, Yingbao is young. , I don't have any impression of Wang Mei, but black eggs are different. He is four years old, and Wang Mei has memories when he left.

Thinking of the black egg's inexplicable hostility towards Jiahui in the past two days, Zhao Donglin felt that this problem should be resolved as soon as possible, and it would be more difficult to deal with the conflicts intensified.

"Have you had a hard time before?"

It should be very hard to be a sinner in someone else’s mouth, with unwarranted charges.

When she got divorced, she was still in the army. After she came back, she heard that she had jumped over the river because of the divorce. Zhao Donglin could not believe this rumor because the first time he saw Jiahui in the town, she showed He is gentle and calm, unlike a person who would jump into a river to commit suicide.

After Zhao Donglin asked, Dong Jiahui thought about it carefully. The question of whether it was hard or not should be discussed separately from before and after she came.

The original owner should be painful. After all, divorce is a major event in this era. Otherwise, the original owner would not be able to jump into the river to commit suicide. But if you ask her, it is really okay. The Dong family treated her well and accepted her with the utmost kindness. She was grateful enough not to find someone to marry her casually.

Of course, she will not marry anyone, but if the Dong family is not so benevolent, her life will be very difficult. I can never live in an open and honest manner, I can only be a shady household.

Moreover, whether a young woman can protect herself from being violated in this unfamiliar age is also a problem. Therefore, she has always been thankful for the kindness and integrity of the Dong family.

"Fortunately, the previous things are over, I don't want to think about it at all."

Zhao Donglin pitifully kissed the top of her hair, holding her tighter.

"Then don't think about it, let's live a good life together in the future."

"Yep."

Dong Jiahui wanted to ask Zhao Donglin's former daughter-in-law, but she didn't ask her words. On one hand, she felt a bit of a mess, and on the other, she didn't really want to know about Zhao Donglin and her ex-wife.

Knowing too much makes oneself unhappy, why bother with those, as long as he treats himself nicely.

It was late at night, and the shadow of the tree was swaying in the cold wind. Although the room was dark, it was hot. Jiahui only went to sleep in the early morning. The next day, she opened her eyes when she heard the rooster crowing. The soreness was shocked.

She screamed, and Zhao Donglin stretched out his generous palm and started to kill her through the clothes.

He has been in the army, and he is very good at pressing acupuncture points and other things.

"Tired? Why don't you get up early today and go to bed later."

I couldn't hold back it last night, and asked for it again and again. The wife who suffered in the end was the daughter-in-law, and Zhao Donglin was also distressed.

"Fortunately, it's not that expensive."

Dong Jiahui's face was blushing, and her face was ashamed, unknowingly twitching Zhao Donglin's heartstrings.

"Then I will rub it for you."

"Yep."

Jiahui responded softly, leaning against Zhao Donglin's chest, soft and well-behaved like a bunny, his heart was filled little by little, so full that he couldn't let it go, overflowing from his face, a face A gentle smile.

Dong Jiahui is up, long hair shawl, and pull it easily. Zhao Donglin really feels that she is sick and can always watch her quietly, whether it is pulling her hair, putting on a quilt, washing her hair, or combing her hair. , Every move is beautiful.

"Why are you looking at me all the time?"

"You look good."

Dong Jiahui glanced at him and said with a smile, "Secretary Zhao can really talk, this is too much sugar, right."

Zhao Donglin walked over, kissed her lips tossed for a moment, looked down at her and asked, "Did you taste it? Did you eat candy?"

Dong Jiahui stroked her chest. She had only talked about school pure love once before, and she had never had such a real contact with a man. Before, she only thought that Zhao Donglin was an upright and reliable man, but she didn't expect to make people blush so much.

She glared at him blushing, and blamed her for making her heart beat so fast.

In the kitchen, Zhang Qiaoer had already got up to boil water, and the black egg was playing with wood in front of the stove.

"get up?"

"Yeah Mom, am I getting up late?"

"No, I'm boiling hot water. When it's boiled, make two pots of hot water first, and leave the rest to cook breakfast."

"Well, shall I cook today's breakfast?"

"Okay, I won't grab you for cooking."

Dong Jiahui smiled, she looked at the black egg, hesitated, or touched his head.

"Black egg, what do you want to eat this morning, can I do it for you?"

He lowered his head to play with wood, but didn't look up at Jiahui.

Dong Jiahui didn't think so, Zhang Qiaoer felt a little helpless.

Don't think he is young, the boy, his mouth is tight, and he can't pry open what he doesn't want to say. She also asked in private why he ignored the new mother, but Zhang Qiao'er couldn't help if he didn't speak.

"Mom, I think there are pumpkins at home, I want to make pumpkin pie for my children, but it's a bit of a waste..."

Dong Jiahui wanted to say something but stopped, in fact, she was asking her mother-in-law.

Frying pumpkin pie consumes a lot of oil, but Dong Jiahui also thought that the remaining oil after frying can still be used when cooking at noon, which is not a waste.

"You can do it if you want. I made a lot of soybean oil for your marriage, enough to eat until the end of the year."

After her mother-in-law agreed, Dong Jiahui turned her head and said to the black egg, "Do you like pumpkin pie? The sweet and fragrant pumpkin pie is still orange, but it's delicious. If you want to eat it, nod your head, OK?"

The pumpkin belongs to her own parents. Dong Jiahui only thinks of making pumpkin pie when he sees a dozen pumpkins piled up in the corner of the house.

Although the black egg did not look up, Dong Jiahui noticed that the movement in his hand had stopped, and was obviously interested in this topic.

"Then I will make pumpkin pie for black eggs."

Before leaving, she patted the black egg on the head, feeling mixed.

Although the black egg didn't like to talk to her, she was a stepmother. He was so young and it was very pitiful not to have a real mother.

She is not Wang Mei. I don’t know why Wang Mei is obsessed with returning to the city. In her opinion, although there are many inconveniences in this era, there are also lovely places. The most important thing is that Wang Mei already has two children. , Is she really willing to leave the child behind?

Just do it. Dong Jiahui took a pumpkin from the corner of the wall, washed it and cut it into two halves, leaving one half, emptied the naan from the other half, peeled it, sliced ​​it, and placed it in an aluminum container.

The pumpkin needs to be steamed. Just as Zhang Qiaoer was boiling water, Dong Jiahui buttoned a lid on the aluminum container and put it in the water to cook.

It takes about a quarter of an hour in the middle. Dong Jiahui takes advantage of this time to prepare other flours that need to be used. After the pumpkin is steamed, take it out and press it into a puree with a spoon. Add flour, glutinous rice flour and brown sugar in turn and stir. Knead into dough.

After making a few round cakes, Jiahui squeezed the shape of a piglet on a whim to show the black egg.

"Black egg, don't you think this little pig is cute? Can I make this little pig for you?"

Heidan looked at the cartoon piglet in Jiahui's hand, and his eyes showed the child's curiosity and exploration, and he was obviously very interested.

Seeing the change in the black egg's expression, Dong Jiahui continued to lead the black egg to speak.

"Look how cute it is, do you like it?"

The black egg looked at Dong Jiahui and then at the piglet in her hand. When Dong Jiahui thought he would not respond, he actually saw him nodding.

When the stone in Dong Jiahui's heart fell, it was good to have a reaction. As long as his heart was willing to open a gap, she could warm him with care and patience a little bit.

"Do you like it, right? Then I will make three. Can you and your younger brother and sister be one person and one person?"

The black egg pouted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Dong Jiahui tried to understand the emotions of the black egg. He liked this little pig. She said that he was not happy to be three with his younger siblings and one. Does that mean that he is unwilling to share with his younger siblings?

Thinking of this, Dong Jiahui continued to patiently channel the emotions of the black egg.

"Are you unwilling to share a piggy with your younger siblings? Then I will make a lot of small animals, such as piglets, bunnies, kittens, and puppies. good?"

Thanks to her learning about fondant cakes from her cousin before, although she is not very professional, she can cheat the children by pinching a few small animals.

Sure enough, after Dong Jiahui finished saying this, the black egg nodded.

Zhang Qiao'er has been sitting in front of the stove, and Dong Jiahui has seen all the performances of the black egg in her eyes. It can be said that she is more and more satisfied with this new daughter-in-law.

Zhang Qiao'er was on the fire with a smile on his face. Over there, Dong Jiahui, who kneaded the dough and pressed the dough, began to fry pumpkin pie.

Pour an appropriate amount of oil into the pan. After the temperature rises, put the dough into the pan and fry on low heat until golden brown. Turn over and continue to fry the other side.

This is what Zhao Meixiang saw when she entered the kitchen with Yingbao in her arms. Her mother was burning in front of the stove, her new sister-in-law was cooking something in the pan, and her nephew's black egg was standing next to her.

Yesterday, her mother was still nagging about black eggs with her. Why did the black eggs become so close to her new sister-in-law when she woke up?

Dong Jiahui raised her eyes and smiled at them, pointing to the small animals that had been fried on the plate and said, "Yingbao, are you going to see the small animals? This little rabbit is made for you. Is it good to eat it?"

Zhao Meixiang walked over with Ying Bao, and when she saw the vivid animal shapes, she immediately sighed, "Ah, sister-in-law, how did you pinch it? This pinch is too similar."

She found that this new sister-in-law is really ingenious, can cook, can make clothes, and even kneads a dough is better than others.

At breakfast, the adults made a stack of pumpkin pie, and the three children were pumpkin pie models in the shape of small animals.

"Yeah, what are you doing today, eating such greasy things in the morning? It's too much oil."

Zheng Yuefen has never seen pumpkin pie when he is so old. First, pumpkin pie is a delicate food, and it’s not bothersome to make it in rural areas where you can’t fill your stomach. Second, the food is related to the region, just like Huaiyang cuisine. Food is the same as Sichuan cuisine. Different regions have different regional food cultures. Obviously, pumpkin pie does not belong to Shanghe Village or even the whole commune’s food culture.

When Zheng Yuefen spoke, no one listened to her. After Zhang Qiaoer moved his chopsticks, Zhao Meixiang couldn't wait to grab a piece, took a bite, it was crisp and fragrant, and the sweet and greasy taste was not bad.

"It's okay, but I still like the hair cake my sister-in-law made last night."

While smiling, Dong Jiahui took the little white rabbit to Yingbao and said to Zhao Meixiang, "You like the pumpkin pie I made next time. I made the pumpkin pie this morning. There is half a pumpkin over there. I want to cut it into shreds. For melon shredded pie, this one is salty and it must be more appetizing than sweet."

"Really? Sister-in-law, when will you make it? I can't wait to eat it."

Zhang Qiao'er took a mouthful of pumpkin pie and then drank porridge. Seeing her daughter's greedy face, she smiled and cursed, "Such an adult is still so greedy. Be careful not to marry in the future."

"It just happens that I can't get married, so I will stay at home to help my sister-in-law and take care of the children. My sister-in-law will cook so many delicious foods. I want to stay at home forever."

Yingbao ate the little rabbits, and the black eggs ate the little pigs. He looked at the small animals on the plate with eyesight, as if he wanted to eat but didn't dare to move.

"Stone, which little animal do you want?"

Shishi timidly pointed to the puppy on the plate, and then glanced at Zheng Yuefen after he finished pointing.

Dong Jiahui smiled and said to the stone, "Okay, if you want to eat the stone, let your mother clip it for you?"

You said that eating this in the morning is greasy and that it costs you oil. Now your son wants to eat it, and see if you can give it to your son.

Anyway, Dong Jiahui wouldn't do such a thankless thing. If she gave the stone and was complained by Zheng Yuefen, wouldn't she be stunned.

Zheng Yuefen really couldn't show her face, but her son wanted to eat. She looked at Yingbao and the black egg eagerly. She loved her son and saw that her son was wronged, so she stretched out her chopsticks and clamped the puppy to the stone.

Dong Jiahui felt comfortable, and was about to feed Yingbao porridge, but Zhao Donglin stopped.

"You eat first, she is gnawing on the cake, and then you can feed her after you finish."

Dong Jiahui looked at it, the two eyes met. The first close contact last night, the relationship has been sublimated, Dong Jiahui's face was blushed unconsciously, she was uncomfortable with her eyes closed, but her heart was sweet. Knowing that he felt sorry for himself and didn't want to let himself eat cold food.

Zhang Qiaoer lit a bowl when she heard her son's words, "Yes, you eat first, and they should eat by themselves when they are older."

There are three children in the family. Heidan ate by himself when he was four years old, and Shitou and Yingbao had to be fed.

"Isn't that afraid of breaking the bowl."

Rural people are not worth anything. Bowls are also valuable. There are really poor people who share a broken bowl with the whole family, and they have to take turns to eat.

"If you don't want to buy them two enamel bowls when you go to town, it won't break even if you drop them on the ground."

After Dong Jiahui finished speaking, Zheng Yuefen was about to laugh at her not knowing that Chai Migui was not in the house, and Zhang Qiaoer had already responded.

"Okay, I'll buy two back next time I go to town."

Zheng Yuefen stopped talking immediately.