Lingchuan's body stiffened, and his consciousness seemed to be wandering in a fuzzy state. It took him a while before he uttered "Hmm" in his throat.
After answering, he felt his waist tighten.
It took about two or three seconds, or more, before he realized that it was his wife's hand around his waist.
The man's arms were warmer than she had imagined, with a familiar and reassuring masculine scent.
Yunmo found a comfortable position and continued sleeping peacefully.
The itch on his chin was caused by the top of his wife's hair rubbing against him. His wife's body was warm and soft, and she was still very small. She was nestled in his arms like a kitten, motionless and breathing evenly.
That night, Lingchuan didn't sleep at all, and his whole body was immersed in happiness that seemed to own the whole world.
Maybe it was because she went to bed early, Yun Mo woke up early, and the sky outside the car window was still gray.
Lingchuan kept the same posture of hugging her last night, facing her sideways, with his long and powerful arms around her waist.
The temperature in the car in the morning was extremely low, and there were ice crystals on the window glass, but she felt very warm, as if she was holding a big heater.
Although she had woken up, Yun Mo didn't think much of it and couldn't help but observe the man's appearance.
Lingchuan 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, and a masculine look.
When you don't smile, you always give people a serious and indifferent feeling.
At this moment, the sleeping man was less mature and serious, and more innocent and gentle than a child.
Yun Mo unconsciously stretched out her fingertips, trying to outline the man's eyebrows. As soon as she reached halfway, the man opened his eyes.
She didn't know whether she was awake or still staring. The man looked at her for a moment and didn't make a sound for a long time.
Yun Mo tapped the man's eyebrows with her fingertips, "Are you lost in sleep?"
"daughter in law."
Lingchuan called her softly, his voice low and hoarse, like the lowest syllable of a cello, indescribably sweet and soothing.
Yun Mo's ears felt a little itchy, and the other senses in her body also woke up.
"I want to go to the toilet."
Lingchuan let go of her and stood up to sit up.
Following the man's movements, cold air poured in from all directions, and Yun Mo couldn't help but shiver.
Seeing her shivering, Lingchuan quickly put his down jacket on her body.
After she put on her coat, Lingchuan wrapped the blanket around her, then bent down to help her put on her shoes.
After washing up and returning to the bunk, Zhao Yazhi also woke up and was lying on the bedside wrapped in a quilt looking out the car window.
It was already bright, and the vegetation outside was covered with white frost like cotton wool. Under the refraction of the sun, it showed a fantastic color.
"Mom, it's snowing!"
The little boy on the opposite bed woke up at some point, staring out the window and shouting excitedly.
"This is not snow, this is frost."
"It's just snowing, that's what it's like when it snows at home!"
The little boy didn't quite understand the difference between frost and snow, and stubbornly believed that this was snow.
The little boy's mother didn't bother to correct him, so she helped her son get dressed and then took her son to the toilet.
"Oh, it's so boring. It takes a whole day and a whole night to get to the station. How can I stay up?"
Not long after breakfast, Zhao Yazhi from the upper bunk let out a long sigh of boredom.
Yun Mo could understand Zhao Yazhi's mood and feelings. The last time she returned to Jiang City from An City alone, she was so bored, but she was a little better than Zhao Yazhi back then. She could tease Dabai Erbai when she was too busy.
"Sister Zhao, do you want to come down and play Landlords?"
Zhao Yazhi poked his head out from above and blinked, "You don't want to study anymore? I just saw you doing the questions and I didn't dare to disturb you."
"It's a little noisy and I can't calm down. Let's play together for a while. I can study for a day or two."
"OK!"
Yun Mo, Zhao Yazhi, and the little boy's mother, the three women just made up to fight the Landlords.
Playing cards is more interesting if you have a winning number, so everyone took out their own food.
The little boy’s mother’s surname is Fang, and she is 27 years old. Yun Mo and Zhao Yazhi call her Sister Fang.
Sister Fang’s chip was braised chicken drumsticks, Yun Mo’s chip was Sachima with crispy dates and walnuts, and Zhao Yazhi’s chip was jelly chocolate.
Yun Mo was very lucky. She got the king bomb in the first hand. After grabbing the landlord, she got three more 2's.
Two "peasants", Zhao Yazhi and Sister Fang, were beaten to a pulp by the landlord Yun Mo. Yun Mo also successfully won a chicken leg, a jelly and a piece of chocolate.
In the second move, Sister Fang robbed the landlord.
However, Yun Mo and Zhao Yazhi cooperated tacitly and narrowly won the landowner Sister Fang.
After losing three chicken legs in a row, Sister Fang's husband couldn't sit still and took over Sister Fang's position.
Sister Fang’s husband still has two brushes, and he wins two in a row as soon as he comes.
Yunmo didn't care, she was just trying to have fun, so she treated the losing snacks as a treat to everyone.
However, Zhao Yazhi was more interested in winning or losing, and encouraged Yun Mo to call Ling Chuan for help.
Yun Mo had never seen Lingchuan play cards and wasn't sure if he knew how to do it, so she hesitated for a moment.
However, after hearing Zhao Yazhi's request for help, Lingchuan stood up and walked over.
Yun Mo looked up at him, "Can you fight landlords?"
"Yes, but I play less and my skills are not very good."
Sister Fang's husband across the street laughed and said, "It's okay, just hit me casually."
Yun Mo originally didn't care about winning or losing, so she stood up and gave up her seat to Ling Chuan, huddled at the head of the bed and watched him play.
I don’t know whether it was because of his good skills or because he was just too lucky, but Lingchuan’s end failed to change the situation of the battle.
Sister Fang’s husband won two more games in a row. Not only did he win back the chicken drumsticks that Sister Fang lost, he also won a lot of snacks from Yun Mo and Zhao Yazhi.
Sister Fang's son jumped up and down with joy when he saw his father winning so many delicious foods.
Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but sigh to Yunmo, "Hey, Yunmo, your husband can't do it either."
Zhao Yazhi just said it casually without any bad intentions, but Yun Mo was worried that Lingchuan would feel uncomfortable. After all, men also have to save face in front of outsiders.
"He rarely touches these."
Zhao Yazhi probably realized that what he just said was not appropriate, so he laughed and said, "I understand, I understand, my dad is like this too. During the Chinese New Year, when relatives play mahjong at home, he always loses alone."
In the last two games, Sister Fang's husband still won.
Zhao Yazhi kept losing and gradually lost interest.
"I'll play the last round. If I lose again, I won't play anymore."
Maybe God couldn't bear to see it. He gave Zhao Yazhi a good deck of cards, a pair of kings, three 2s and three aces. Zhao Yazhi decisively robbed the landlord, and it turned out to be three kings.
Zhao Yazhi originally had a king, but now he had two bombs in his hand.
This time, Zhao Yazhi won without any suspense. He was so happy that he shouted to come again and come again.
From this moment on, the situation suddenly changed.
Zhao Yazhi and Lingchuan took turns to win, but Sister Fang's husband seemed to have used up all his luck and lost several times in succession. In the end, his face turned ugly.
It happened that the conductor came over with a dining car to sell lunch boxes, and Yun Mo took the opportunity to end the game.