The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

Yan Qing seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand, he stared blankly at Zhou Mo, his eyes were blank.

Zhou Mo didn't want to say too much, after all, the living environment is different, and the cognition gap is too big, but when he saw Yan Qing's ignorant look, he suddenly said, "Tang Ci is willing to make blood bubbles for his wife. But what did his wife do?"

"I think it's not virtuous for him to use a whip, in front of outsiders—" Zhou Mofu recalled the scene just now, coughed twice and mumbled, "Do you think this love is equal?"

The bewilderment in Yan Qing's eyes was even worse.

Zhou Mo knew it was getting complicated and Yan Qing didn't understand, so he had to teach him to think differently, "Or substitute yourself, as if you married someone you like as a wife, he likes martial arts, you like literature, you will let him Give up his hobbies to cater to you?"

Yan Qing hugged the glutinous rice tightly in his hand, looked at Zhou Mo cautiously and said, "Wife means... the meaning of the wife master?"

Zhou Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded.

After Yan Qing got the response, she frowned seriously and began to think, but the time of thinking was really long.

The two were walking on the quiet path, and suddenly no one spoke.

Zhou Mo waited for a while but didn't get an answer, so he turned to look at him: "?"

Yan Qing looked back at him with some innocence, "It seems that I can't substitute it... because we can't marry the wife-lord, we can only marry."

"Only men from high-ranking officials and aristocratic families can exercise the right to marry, and they can only marry male wives."

Zhou Mo: "..."

Well, this person has been completely domesticated by the female patriarchal society, and he has to pay attention to superiority and inferiority even in his brain.

Zhou Mo suddenly felt very boring.

"Forget it, let's go back and marinate the pork." Zhou Mo gave up communicating with Yan Qing, and walked away first.

There was still a small piece of pork left in the house, Yan Qing took some to stir-fry, and asked Zhou Mo to marinate the rest for storage.

Zhoumo cured the meat very skillfully. He scraped off the skin of the meat and cut it into strips.

When Zhou Mo was almost busy, he turned around and saw Yan Qing restless by the stove.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Qing was thinking about something on his mind, and was startled by Zhou Mo's sudden opening, and the firewood he was holding fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Yes, sorry."

Zhou Mo sighed, bent down to pick up firewood and stuffed it into the stove, "Qing'er, Wangrou really can't stop the hunger, let's cook it quickly."

"……it is good."

After dinner, the two of them washed up and went to bed, Yan Qing rolled into the inner bed neatly, with his back to Zhou Mo, silent.

In fact, after returning from Tang Ci's house, Yan Qing's mood has been very low. Zhou Mo knew what he was thinking, but he didn't expect it to last so long.

Zhou Mo suddenly regretted instilling some thoughts that did not belong to this era in Yan Qing, but Yan Qing always listened to him.

Zhou Mo took off his shoes and went to bed, admitted his mistake, "...Maybe my thoughts are too extreme, don't be sad."

Hearing this, Yan Qing turned around, but almost ran into Zhou Mo's arms. He supported the bed, and took two steps back until his back was leaning against the wall. Before he could stand still, Zhou Mo grabbed his waist and pulled him forward. two steps.

"I'll catch a cold."

Yan Qing: "...Thank you."

There was only a little distance between the two, and Zhou Mo could see Yan Qing's long and curved eyelashes and the slightly depressed corners of his lips when he lowered his eyes.

Yan Qing seemed to muster up a lot of courage, raised her eyes lightly, and said in a low voice, "Do you think Brother Tang entrusted you with injustice?"

After listening to Zhou Mo's words, Yan Qing was very sad all night. Tang Ci liked to play with whips so much, but after he got married, he almost never touched them again. .

Zhou Mo: "..."

How to answer this question?

Answer yes?is that useful?This has become a relationship. Zhou Mo hardly needs to think about how old-fashioned the thinking of people in this era is. Even with his eyes closed, he knows how sad his next husband's life is. He doesn't want to be serious and sad.

But the answer is no... Tang Ci is actually not as happy as he seems on the surface, and his wife is picky and alcoholic, and even caressing about the presence of outsiders.

Zhou Mo thought about it again and again, but he could only say euphemistically, "Life is made by people, Tang Ci is not you and me, everyone's ideas will be different, at least his current life is better than many people, isn't it?"

Zhou Mo touched Yan Qing's head with his fingertips, and said helplessly, "Don't you know how big your head is? You don't feel a headache after thinking about it so much. Stop this topic and go to sleep."

Zhou Mo pulled the quilt for Yan Qing, yawned, put his hands on Yan Qing's waist naturally, and the sound of breathing gradually calmed down.

Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mo in a daze, and then closed his eyes for a moment.