Yan Lang and Rong Qian didn't stay in the village for too long. They drove over yesterday and rested in the city guesthouse for one night. They came to visit the grave this morning. It was only around 11 o'clock when they left. They even got back to the city and had lunch.

"Do you want to take a walk in Wujiang City?"

Yan Lang asked Rong Qian, and Rong Qian shook her head, "No, I don't like this place."

Yan Lang didn't ask much. He said his wife would tell him if she was willing to say it. He wouldn't force him if she didn't want to say it. Anyway, compared to when he first met, Rong Qian was so close to him that Yan Lang was already very satisfied. He just hoped that the longer the future, the deeper the relationship between the two would be.

Since Rong Qian didn't like this place, they drove back after lunch. When they arrived in Xiping City, it was only 7 o'clock in the evening, and the family was just preparing for supper.

In Xiping City, the daily routine is to rest at home or buy. Rong Qian didn't dare to take Yan Lang out later because it was too crazy to buy things from her and her two children. Rong Qian was worried that there were too many things. Even if she left half of them at her home in Xiping City, they wouldn't have enough bedrooms in the army.

The story is long. In fact, the two of them couldn't stay in Xiping City for too long. After three days, Yan Lang and Rong Qian boarded the train back to Changbai Mountain. As for Mrs. Zhang, they drove back with the driver, and they had to go to the Baihe Town troops a little later.

There was no way, I bought too many things, so Rong Qian picked more New Year gifts for the army, such as Zhang's sister-in-law Xiao Wu and others, and colleagues and leaders in the hospital were also indispensable.

Although you can't give any valuable gifts, you still need to have them.

In this way, it is naturally impossible to take these things on the train. The driver will send them alone. At this moment, the north is still full of ice and snow, and it is not safe to go on the road alone. With Mrs. Zhang, you can take care of him at least.

After returning to the army, the Lantern Festival was the Lantern Festival. There were art troupes in the army to perform and express their condolences. Yan Lang used to not like to join in the fun, but now there is a wife, so Yan Lang actively took his wife to the performance hall and took an excellent position.

Mrs. Zhang also saw it back then, but only once, her husband died, so she took her children back to her hometown. Later, she was found by Mr. Yan and went to Xiping City to settle down.

Looking at it again now, I couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion. I sat on the other side of Rong Qian and whispered to Rong Qian.

Yan Lang got up and went to find someone to perform the show, thinking about seeing which shows were arranged later. If there were any exciting and beautiful ones, he would hold the person and let her rest for a while before continuing to watch it.

If the later part is not good, you won’t wait for a while.

On the way out, I met a few slander soldiers. I had to salute them and then smiled and scolded them not to run around.

Everyone came in quietly, took their hats and sat upright. There were a few of them in his company that were so sturdy. I don’t know what happened. Yan Lang would never admit that these were all seedlings he was optimistic about, so he was more indulgent to keep his wildness.

If you want a program list, you won’t have to go to the backstage. When you get to the front, Yan Lang called two girls wearing literary and artistic military uniforms and combing two big braids and doing ideological propaganda. He asked the other party for a program list, and then turned around and went back.

Rong Qian was not in good spirits in the first three months and was sleepy. But recently, she just turned four months ago, Rong Qian felt much better and occasionally felt inexplicably excited.

Now Yan Lang took the list back, and Rong Qian and Mrs. Zhang watched it next to each other, and were also excited to discuss what were good things. Rong Qian had finished watching all night's performances.

When they left the hall, Rong Qian met Sister Zhang and several other military wives. Several women walked hand in hand all the way in front, while Yan Lang walked behind with Instructor Zhang and several other comrades, chatting casually.

Instructor Zhang was still holding the sleeping Hu Zi in his arms. Yan Lang glanced at him and suddenly remembered something. After walking away from others, Yan Lang asked in the back several key points that made the child feel comfortable when he held the child.

So after Rong Qian washed up and went back to the house, she found her man nervously holding the pillow and making trouble in her arms.

Rong Qian sat in front of the dressing table, took a comb, untied her big braid, combed her hair one after another, and massaged her scalp with her comb teeth. She asked him, "Yan Lang, why are you swaying around there with a pillow?"

Rong Qian was still thinking about what she heard just now. Although she knew that Yan Lang had nothing to do with the other girl, she still couldn't feel relieved when she thought that this person in the hospital made a group of young nurses laugh so hard that they couldn't see each other.

Yan Lang had no idea how storm was hidden under the calm appearance of his wife. She hugged the pillow and tried the angle again, "I just saw the instructor hugging his Huzi just now and remembered a very serious matter. I can't even hug the child. When our child is born, I can't hug it."

He also wanted to hold two children and play around with him. If he felt uncomfortable, he would definitely not be happy to play with his father.

Rong Qian was originally thinking about those who were there or not, but when she looked back at this guy's stupid behavior, she was immediately happy, "You can't learn to hold a pillow. Next time you have the chance, you will use candy to coax Hu Zi and let you hug him, and then ask him how it feels more comfortable to hug him."

Rong Qian just joked casually, but Yan Lang thought this method was very good, so he put the pillow back on the bed, turned over and rolled onto the bed, and waited for his wife to get her hair ready to go up and go to bed.

Rong Qian put on the comb and changed her pajamas while chatting, "Yan Lang, I heard that your old lover was in the art troupe I came to today. I never saw you say hello to someone?"

Yan Lang was stunned. The strong survival valley owed him to turn over and sit up, "Wife, who said it? This is a huge injustice. Where did I get a good relationship except you? I promise that from birth to now, all my innocence has fallen on you."

This was too inappropriate. Rong Qian turned her head and glared at the guy with a smile, buttoned her hair and turned around to the kang.

As soon as Rong Qian came up, she was wrapped around Yan Lang and a big bear, and hugged Rong Qian, "Wife, we can't joke about this kind of thing. I only have you in my heart and eyes. We will live our lives. To be honest, if you are not afraid of the child being angry, even the child will not be close to us in the future. Whether it is life or death, we will go together. Don't joke like this with me in the future. I'm scared. If someone tells you again, come and tell me and I'll ask in person."

Speaking of later, Yan Lang's voice became increasingly louder and more, as if his emotions were affected and he was very depressed.

This way, Rong Qian couldn't help but feel soft in her heart. She turned her head and rubbed Yan Lang's chin with her cheek, softening her voice, "Sorry, I shouldn't say this. We must go together from birth to death."

Rong Qian was just worried that the relationship between men would change too easily, and she became deeper and deeper. Even if Yan Lang was kind to her, Rong Qian still felt uneasy in her heart.

Yan Lang shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to wrap Rong Qian, "No need to say sorry, when you encounter such a thing, you should tell me. If you get angry one day but I don't know the reason, that's the worst. I agreed, let's talk to each other carefully about everything, don't hide it in your heart and feel uncomfortable."

Yan Lang took the opportunity to say a lot of emotional words to Rong Qian, which made Rong Qian so gentle that she melted into Yan Lang's arms that night.

Yan Lang was satisfied and a little guilty. After all, he had to confess, but when he was chasing people, he used some unspeakable calculations. Fortunately, he was vague and Rong Qian didn't think of it at all, so naturally he didn't think of asking.

Since he didn't ask, Yan Lang felt that not saying it was not considered a violation of his promise, so he had settled down for the time being. Those plots were not until Rong Qian was unable to get angry and ran away again, and the old Yan Lang dared to say it. At that time, it made Rong Qian a joke.

I won’t mention the funeral afterwards. At this moment, Yan Lang comforted Rong Qian and deepened his feelings further. Naturally, he was full of energy and was in a good mood. When he was free, he really coaxed Hu Zi and hugged him several times.

After the Lantern Festival, both the military camp and the hospital resumed training and work. Yan Lang needed training. Every day, Mrs. Zhang was responsible for picking up and delivering food at noon.

During the first half of the year, Yan Lang had two more tasks and stayed at home for less than two months. In July, Yan Lang successfully stayed in the military camp to complete daily training, and was nervously waiting for Rong Qian's delivery day to arrive.

Rong Qian was diagnosed in November last year and was pregnant for more than a month. Her due date was on July 20 this year.

In order to stay in the military camp for July, Yan Lang tightly went on two missions, but waited until July was over. The child in Rong Qian's belly was still peacefully staying in her mother's belly with food, drink, and sleeping.

Rong Qian had already asked the hospital for maternity leave in mid-July. Because Rong Qian was a military wife, the hospital understood her difficulties and directly approved her to take a paid leave at home for one month after giving birth. This is a welfare vacation for raising her body and taking care of her children during confinement.

On August 10th, in the middle of the night, Rong Qian's legs were cramped and hurt again. Yan Lang got up and worked hard for a while, then opened the window to ventilate.

The night breeze in the mountains was cool, and after a while the heat at home dissipated. Yan Lang closed the window halfway and left a gap as big as a palm. Then he turned around and went back to the bed to touch Rong Qian's forehead.

Because there were two in his belly, the load on Rong Qian's legs became heavier after July. If Yan Lang hadn't been soaking Rong Qian's feet and pressing the acupoints, he would have started to swell and cramps in June.

But even so, from seven months of age to now, Rong Qian suffered a lot from more than nine months of hard work. Yan Lang felt uncomfortable when he saw it, and often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

The same is true at this moment. After snuggling for more than two hours in the first half of the night, Yan Lang couldn't sleep anymore. He gently put his hand on Rong Qian's high and bulging belly. Feeling the occasional movements of the two children inside, Yan Lang couldn't help but sigh.

"Little brat, why don't you come out quickly and mess with your mother again, let me see if I don't hit your little butt."

Yan Lang whispered in a low voice, watching Rong Qian feel uneasy even when she fell asleep, her brows frowned tightly, and after a moment of sweat broke out on her back.

Yan Lang touched the two little guys in his stomach again, got up and gently fucked hot water and twisted the towel, gently turned Rong Qian over, let her lie face in, and wipe the sweat on her back with the towel.

After wiping it, it was not suitable for helping Rong Qian change her nightgown, so Yan Lang found a soft towel from the closet and put it on the back so that she would not have to directly touch the sweaty fabric.

Rong Qian was sleeping, and Yan Lang didn't turn on the lights. He leaned sideways on the pillow at the head of the bed while taking advantage of the moonlight falling in the yard outside the window, and his hands were stroking and circling Rong Qian's belly.

Suddenly, Rong Qian was sobbing in her sleep, and Yan Lang was so scared that he immediately sat up and leaned over to look.

Rong Qian bit her lip and hummed twice. Yan Lang touched her forehead and then touched her back. She didn't find any problems. She asked Rong Qian in a quiet voice in her ear, "Xiao Rong, what's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Rong Qian woke up in a daze, and then snorted again, trembling with her throat so scared that she burst into tears, "I seem to have my analgesic, my amniotic fluid has broken."

The author has something to say: See you tomorrow after the second update~

This world should end in a few chapters. The next world is a primitive society. In fact, I was hesitating whether to let Yan Lang be a savage in a leather skirt, and don’t make orcs anymore. Cough, but I also wanted to see Yan Lang, who was in the shape of a beast, running wildly on the grassland with a delicate female scholar...

Yan Lang, the image of a savage: a short leather skirt walks the bird, black mud is covered with black cubes, a few bars are scratched on his face, two pheasant butt hairs are inserted on his head, and then he holds up his spear and pats his mouth. Oh, oh, screams

puff......

ps: I almost forgot, I have friends looking for a best friend? What kind of best friend? Best friend is not fixed, sometimes sometimes not. In all the world, only Rong Qian and Yan Lang are fixed because of their special identities. If the friends don’t open their brains, they will scare me as soon as they open it. What is the original heroine Zhang’s wife? **Take a lot of money, haha, do you want to laugh to death?
Chapter completed!