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

Ling Chuan's body was stiff, his consciousness seemed to be wandering in the sky, and it took him a long time to let out an "um" in his throat.

After answering, he felt his waist tighten.

It took about two or three seconds, or longer, before he realized that it was his wife's arms around his waist.

The man's arms were warmer than expected, with a familiar masculine breath that reassured her.

Yunmo found a comfortable position and continued to sleep in peace.

The chin was itchy, and it was rubbed against by his wife's hair. The wife's body was warm and soft, and she was still very small. She nestled in his arms like a kitten, motionless and breathing evenly.

That night, Ling Chuan was completely sleepless, and his whole body was immersed in the happiness of owning the whole world.

It may be because of going to bed early, Yunmo also woke up early, the sky outside the car window was still gray.

Ling Chuan maintained the posture of embracing her last night, facing her sideways, with long and powerful arms wrapped around her waist.

The temperature in the carriage in the morning was extremely low, and icicles had formed on the window glass, but she felt hot, as if she was hugging a big heater.

Although she had already woken up, Yunmo didn't remember much and couldn't help observing the man's appearance.

Ling Chuan is not the kind of handsome man with delicate and picturesque facial features, his face is relatively tough, with clear outlines, three-dimensional facial features, revealing masculinity.

When you don't smile, you always give people a serious and indifferent feeling.

At this moment, the sleeping man lacked that maturity and seriousness, and instead had the innocence and gentleness of a child.

Yunmo stretched out her fingertips unconsciously, trying to outline the man's eyebrows, but just half way through, the man opened his eyes.

She didn't know whether she was awake or still staring, the man stared at her for a long time without making a sound.

Yunmo tapped the man's forehead with her fingertips, "Are you sleepy?"

"daughter in law."

Ling Chuan called her softly, his voice was low and hoarse, like the lowest syllable of a cello, indescribably sweet and soothing.

Yunmo's ears were a little itchy, and her other senses were also awakened.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

Ling Chuan let go of her and sat up.

Following the man's movements, cold air poured in from all directions, and Yunmo couldn't help shivering.

Seeing her shivering, Ling Chuan quickly put the down jacket on her body.

After she finished putting on her coat, Ling Chuan wrapped the blanket around her again, then bent down to help her put on her shoes.

After washing and returning to the bunk, Zhao Yazhi also woke up, lying on the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt and looking out the car window.

The sky is already bright, and the vegetation outside is covered with hoarfrost like cotton wool, showing a fantastic color under the refraction of the sun.

"Mom, it's snowing!"

The little boy on the opposite shop woke up at some point, staring out the window and shouting excitedly.

"It's not snow, it's frost."

"It's snowing, that's how it's snowing at home!"

The little boy didn't quite understand the difference between frost and snow, and stubbornly believed that it was snow.

The little boy's mother didn't bother to correct her, she helped her son get dressed, and then took her son to the toilet.

"Oh, it's so boring. It takes a day and a night to get to the station. How can I stay up?"

Not long after breakfast, Zhao Yazhi on the upper bunk let out a long sigh of boredom.

Yun Mo can quite understand Zhao Yazhi's state of mind and feelings. The last time she returned to Jiangshi from Anshi alone, she was so boring, but she was better than Zhao Yazhi, and she could tease Dabai and Erbai when she was in a panic.

"Sister Zhao, do you want to come down to play Fight the Landlord?"

Zhao Yazhi poked his head out from above, blinking his eyes, "You don't study anymore? I just saw you doing a test, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

"It's a bit noisy, I can't calm down, let's play together for a while, the study is not bad for a day or two."

"OK!"

Yunmo, Zhao Yazhi, and the little boy's mother, the three women just make up Doudizhu.

Playing cards is more interesting if you have a lottery, so everyone took out their own food.

The little boy's mother's surname is Fang, she is 27 years old, and Yunmo and Zhao Yazhi call her Sister Fang.

Sister Fang's chips are marinated chicken legs, Yun Mo's chips are snowflake crisp + jujube walnuts + Saqima, Zhao Yazhi's chips are jelly + chocolate.

Yunmo's luck was very good, she touched Wang Zha in the first move, and after snatching the landlord, she got three more 2's.

Zhao Yazhi and Fang Jie, two "farmers", were beaten to pieces by the landlord Yunmo, and Yunmo also successfully won a chicken leg, a piece of jelly and a piece of chocolate.

In the second hand, Sister Fang robbed the landlord.

However, Yunmo and Zhao Yazhi cooperated tacitly and narrowly won the landlord, Sister Fang.

After losing three chicken legs in a row, Sister Fang's husband couldn't sit still and took Sister Fang's place.

Sister Fang's husband still has two brushes, and he won two in a row.

It doesn't matter to Yunmo, she just wanted to have a good time, and treat the lost snacks as an invitation for everyone to eat.

On the contrary, Zhao Yazhi was more interested in winning and losing, and encouraged Yunmo to call Ling Chuan for help.

Yunmo has never watched Ling Chuan play poker, and she doesn't know if he will, so she hesitated for a while.

However, after hearing Zhao Yazhi's request for help, Ling Chuan got up and walked over.

Yunmo looked up at him, "Can you fight landlords?"

"Yes, but I don't play very well and my skills are not very good."

Sister Fang's husband on the other side smiled and said, "It's okay, just beat me up."

Yunmo didn't care about winning or losing at first, she got up and gave up her seat to Ling Chuan, and stayed at the head of the bed to watch him play.

I don't know whether it's because of good skills or too much luck, but Ling Chuan's end didn't change the situation of the battle.

Sister Fang's husband won two more games in a row, not only winning back the chicken legs that Sister Fang lost, but also taking away a lot of snacks from Yunmo and Zhao Yazhi.

Seeing that his father won so many delicious food, Sister Fang's son jumped up and down for joy.

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but sighed to Yunmo, "Hey, Yunmo, your husband can't do either."

Zhao Yazhi just said it casually, with no bad intentions, but Yunmo was worried that Ling Chuan would feel uncomfortable. After all, men also want face in front of outsiders.

"He rarely touches these."

Zhao Yazhi probably also realized that what he said just now was inappropriate, so he laughed and said: "Understand, understand, my dad is also like this, when relatives at home play mahjong during Chinese New Year, he always loses alone."

For the next two games, Sister Fang's husband still won.

Zhao Yazhi kept losing, and gradually lost interest.

"It's the last one, and I won't play if I lose again."

Maybe God couldn't see it, this hand gave Zhao Yazhi a good card, a pair of king bombs, three 2s and three aces, Zhao Yazhi decisively snatched the landlord, and it turned out to be three kings.

Zhao Yazhi originally had a K, but now he has two sets of bombs in his hand.

This time, Zhao Yazhi won without any suspense, and was so happy that he shouted to come again.

Since then, the situation has changed abruptly.

Zhao Yazhi and Ling Chuan took turns to win, but Sister Fang's husband seemed to have used up all his luck, and lost several times in succession, until the end his face became ugly.

It just so happened that the train attendant pushed the dining car over to sell boxed lunches, and Yunmo took the opportunity to end the game with a loud noise.