The next day, Churi Huaizhu felt a bit shy. Wangquan Baoye didn't go to practice his sword either. He stared at Churi Huaizhu's belly, grinning like a fool from the moment they got up until she finished dressing and was ready to go for breakfast.
Wangquan Baoye didn't stop grinning all that time, which made Churi Huaizhu quite curious. What was wrong with this otherwise normal man? Why was he grinning like this after just one night's sleep?
"Husband, what's up with you today? You've been smiling non - stop. Is there something happy? Tell your wife about it," said Churi Huaizhu, no longer sad as she was the day before.
Anyway, there was still some time before the end of the plot. Now that she and Wangquan Baoye were doing fine, that was all that mattered.
Wangquan Baoye scratched his chin, smiling simply and honestly. Thinking about the dream he had last night, he couldn't help but gently put his arm around Churi Huaizhu's waist.
Since she was pregnant, Churi Huaizhu's belly was quite swollen, but Wangquan Baoye still managed to easily hold her waist.
"Last night, I dreamed that our little Fugui was hiding behind me, while you were standing in front of me, holding a feather duster and insisting on beating Fugui," Wangquan Baoye said, squinting his eyes as if he could see that scene. And Churi Huaizhu imagined herself chasing a child with a feather duster and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Churi Huaizhu and Wangquan Baoye took a carriage and roamed around. Wangquan Baoye shortened his daily sword - practicing time to spare more time to accompany Churi Huaizhu and their unborn child. Churi Huaizhu, on the other hand, enjoyed Wangquan Baoye's care and love.
"Huaizhu, how about we go out for a day trip today? The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear. It's a perfect day for a trip," Wangquan Baoye asked for Churi Huaizhu's opinion. Of course, Churi Huaizhu wouldn't reject his proposal. She changed into clothes that were more convenient for movement and got on the carriage with Wangquan Baoye.
"A few days ago, I had the carriage carefully decorated so that you can sit on something soft and won't be jolted," Wangquan Baoye told Churi Huaizhu about his preparations. He took out a box of snacks from a secret compartment so that she could have something to munch on during the journey.
After getting pregnant, Churi Huaizhu had a special fondness for sour food. She liked those snacks that could kill time. Eating just one would keep her from wanting other food for an hour, and her mouth would be full of flavor.
"Thank you, husband. Fugui, quickly say thank you to daddy," Churi Huaizhu took a bite of the dark plum in Wangquan Baoye's hand, grabbed his hand and gently stroked her belly.
Suddenly, the baby moved. Wangquan Baoye looked at Churi Huaizhu in surprise.
"He moved!" Wangquan Baoye lowered his head and whispered, "Were you just saying thank you to daddy?"
"Daddy has received your thanks. When you're born, daddy will buy you a lot of delicious food, like candied haws..." As he was speaking, Wangquan Baoye felt something kick him.
Just like this, when the carriage stopped, Wangquan Baoye was still talking to the fetus non - stop. "Okay, we're here."
Churi Huaizhu pushed Wangquan Baoye's chest impatiently, asking him to make some room for her. She wanted to get out and see where they were.
Wangquan Baoye gave way to her according to her strength and helped her get off the carriage. Outside the carriage was a beautiful scenery, and the best spot was the pavilion in the middle, which was also the place where their love first blossomed.
"Huai River Bamboo Pavilion..." Churi Huaizhu looked at the familiar scene and smiled brightly. The sweet moments they had shared together flashed before her eyes one by one.
Wangquan Baoye smiled gently. This was a place he had specially arranged. There were many memories of the two of them here, memories full of sweetness and youthful affection.
"Look at this place. Back then, I watched you practice sword here while others were joking and playing around..."
Churi Huaizhu sweetly leaned into Wangquan Baoye's arms and pointed at an open space. The past days kept reappearing in her mind.
"Hahaha, at that time, we were really young and energetic. We were not afraid of anything and dared to do anything," Wangquan Baoye held his sword in one hand and put his arm around Churi Huaizhu in the other, making a sword - dancing pose.
"It's a pity they're not here. If they were, it would be even livelier..."
The two of them recalled the past here. The previous sadness faded a bit, and what remained was more of the nostalgia and emotion for their brothers.
Wangquan Baoye put his arm around Churi Huaizhu and gently kissed her hair. Thinking of his brothers, his face was filled with longing and melancholy.
As the sun gradually set into the mountains, Churi Huaizhu picked up the sword and was about to dance for Wangquan Baoye again, but was stopped by him.
"There will be opportunities in the future. Now you should take good care of yourself. Watch your husband show his skills!" Wangquan Baoye said. Then he made a hand gesture and took Churi Huaizhu flying on his sword.
The two of them were flying in the air. The gentle wind blew on them, making their hair flutter. In the blink of an eye, Wangquan Baoye took Churi Huaizhu to a bustling market.
Even though it was already sunset, there were still people setting up stalls and selling things. Wangquan Baoye held Churi Huaizhu's hand and walked slowly on the street.
Around them were naughty children, old people walking with difficulty, and most of all, people who were packing up their stalls and getting ready to go home for dinner with their families.
"I'm really happy today," Churi Huaizhu whispered. Thinking about everything that had happened today, it was all so memorable. She was sure she would miss it after she left.
Wangquan Baoye smiled. "Your husband will make you this happy every day from now on."
Churi Huaizhu stopped walking. She looked at their joined hands and Wangquan Baoye's reflection, with a serious look on her face, which made Wangquan Baoye, who was a bit confused, even more puzzled.
"Too tired to walk?" Wangquan Baoye made a gesture to carry Churi Huaizhu, but she refused.
"Husband, let's go back quickly. Be careful not to be locked out by the butler," Churi Huaizhu made a face at Wangquan Baoye and walked past him, making him laugh and cry at the same time.
He took a big step forward, grabbed Churi Huaizhu's wrist and held her hand. The two of them were smiling when Wangquan Baoye saw an old man. There were many delicate little trinkets on his stall.
Churi Huaizhu noticed Wangquan Baoye's gaze and looked over. She found a particularly beautiful bracelet on the old man's stall.
"Old man, I'll take this," Wangquan Baoye said as he picked up the bracelet from the stall and put some silver pieces on it. Just as the old man was tremblingly about to give him the change, the two of them had already left the stall. A long way from the old man, Wangquan Baoye stopped.
"This suits you very well," Wangquan Baoye said as he put the bracelet on Churi Huaizhu's wrist. Churi Huaizhu waved her wrist, and the bracelet made a clear sound.