Wanrong's bedroom is on the easternmost side of the third floor. In the morning, she can bathe in the morning sun by opening the curtains.
After she moved in, she made some simple arrangements in the room, such as changing the curtains and bed sheets. The colors were mainly gold and red, and the patterns were peonies and phoenixes. The generosity revealed a touch of nobility.
Zhang Leyi's boudoir is much fresher, mainly pink, with a girlish feeling in the home. Meng Xiaodong's bedroom is very simple and neat, with costumes, beards and other opera props, and even a sword.
For decoration.
As for Liao Yaquan, hehe, he has a complete set of dramas and various progressive books in the house.
"It's so hot!"
Wanrong had beads of sweat on her forehead and turned on the electric fan as soon as she entered the room.
Cicadas were chirping outside the window, white sunlight was shining on the earth, and the air seemed to be distorted by the high temperature.
Zhou Hexuan walked over and closed the curtains, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "It would be nice to have air conditioning."
Wanrong sat down next to him and asked curiously: "What is air conditioning?"
"A machine that can cool down." Zhou Hexuan explained.
"There is such a machine. Which country is a new invention?" Wanrong asked in surprise.
Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "Air conditioners have been invented for more than 20 years, but they are basically used for cooling in factories and mines. There are also some movie theaters and large shopping malls abroad that use air conditioners."
There are almost no private air conditioners because today's air conditioners are too big.
Wanrong pursed her lips and smiled: "Brother Zhou, you know so much. By the way, I also want to hear your stories about foreign countries."
"Have you heard the story of Titanic?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
"What is Titanic?" Wanrong asked.
Zhou Hexuan said: "It's a boat."
"Then speak quickly." Wanrong's body got closer and closer, almost leaning on Zhou Hexuan.
Zhou Hexuan hugged Wanrong's slender waist and began to tell the classic love story: "It was April 1912, the second year after the Revolution of 1911 broke out in China, and the luxury liner Titanic, known as the 'miracle in the history of world industry', began
Its first voyage departed from Southampton, England, to New York, the United States. The hero is Jack, a young and poor painter. He won a lower-class ticket in a gamble at the dock..."
"Jack used his last strength to push Ruth onto the board, and he climbed up himself, but the board could only bear the weight of one person... The cold sea water was devouring the life of the young painter. Ruth was trembling
Holding Jack's hand tightly, the tears overflowing in his eyes almost turned into ice. The two men and women in love stared at each other lovingly at the last moment of their lives..."
"Jack felt that his time was running out. He trembled and gasped and said to Ruth: It is the happiest thing in my life that I won the ticket. I am lucky to know you. Ruth, I am satisfied. I still have
You have a wish, and you must agree to it. You must live without despair, no matter what happens, no matter how difficult it is. Promise me quickly, Ruth...promise me...I will definitely do it..."
"I promise! Ruth burst into tears. Jack's voice became weaker and weaker. In the distance, a lifeboat was searching the sea..."
Wanrong suddenly asked nervously: "They were saved, right?"
"Yes, they were saved," Zhou Hexuan said with a wry smile. "The only one who was saved was Ruth. She blew the whistle. But Jack froze to death before the lifeboat arrived."
Wanrong was silent for a long time before she said: "Ruth is happy. Even if she dies, she can find true love before she dies. On the contrary, I hope that Ruth and Jack can both sink to the bottom of the sea and become a couple who will live and die together."
The desperate mandarin duck."
Zhou Hexuan sweats like crazy. Is this the difference between Chinese and Western cultures?
Wanrong suddenly hugged Zhou Hexuan tightly and said, "Brother Zhou, I don't know what love is, but when I am with you, I feel very relaxed and happy."
The weather in Tianjin in summer is so bad that even if you sit indoors and blow on an electric fan, you can still make yourself sweat.
The bodies of the lonely man and the widow could feel each other's heat and even a little bit of sweat through the thin fabric.
Wanrong felt unbearably hot. The hotness was not only a physiological reaction, but also an unspeakable desire from deep within her heart.
Zhou Hexuan held Wanrong's cheeks with both hands, lowered his head and kissed her red lips, and the two gradually fell on the bed.
The passionate and crazy wet kiss almost made Wanrong lose the ability to think, and she subconsciously cooperated with the man's movements. It wasn't until her clothes were taken off that she asked in surprise: "Brother Zhou, are you going to do something like the bridal chamber?"
Zhou Hexuan did not speak, but answered with practical actions.
"I...what should I do?" Wanrong asked stupidly. She had almost forgotten the instructions given by the nuns in the palace.
"You're not still a virgin..." Zhou Hexuan became more and more excited. He remembered some kind of legend about Pu Yi.
This legend was confirmed by Puyi's last wife. They did not have sex for several days after they were married. When the woman asked why, Puyi knelt down and begged his newlywed wife not to leave. He said that he could tolerate his wife finding another boyfriend. The couple
Then they hugged each other, cried, comforted each other, and finally lived in harmony.
Nearly an hour passed.
The cicadas were still chirping outside the window, but the men and women inside looked like they had taken a sauna, their bodies sticky with sweat.
Wanrong was so tortured that she was completely weak, with a blush on her face. She lay in the man's arms and said with a sweet smile: "So the bridal chamber is like this."
"Do you like it?" Zhou Hexuan asked caressing her.
"Well, it's quite comfortable," Wanrong said shyly, "I didn't expect that being a woman is actually very happy."
Zhou Hexuan hugged Wanrong and whispered love words in her ear. After a while, he got dressed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
Towards evening, before Zhang Leyi came back from get off work at the radio station, Meng Xiaodong appeared unexpectedly.
"Don't you have a performance in Peking?" Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise.
Meng Xiaodong pursed her lips and kept laughing. She laughed and suddenly retched, covered her mouth and ran quickly to the bathroom.
Zhou Hexuan was a little confused, and a thought came to his mind: You can't be pregnant, right?
Because Meng Xiaodong wanted to continue singing, although the two did not wear condoms when they had sex, they also deliberately used contraception, so there was no movement for this year.
When Meng Xiaodong came back from vomiting, Zhou Hexuan asked: "You have it?"
"Well," Meng Xiaodong smiled and nodded, "I felt like vomiting a few days ago, but I didn't take it seriously. My mother found out about it and forced me to see the doctor. The doctor said it was a happy pulse."
"call!"
Zhou Hexuan breathed a sigh of relief. After two lifetimes, he was going to be a father-to-be for the first time. He was happy but at the same time, he was doubly stressed.
A bigger problem lies before him. How should he tell Zhang Leyi about this?
Even before the wife had married, the concubine was pregnant.
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