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Chapter 309: Fiery Dream

It was the first time that Lu Jingsong washed clothes for a woman.

In my hometown, housework is tacitly done by women. If a man carries clothes to the river to wash, he will definitely be laughed to death.

However, he had heard when he was in the military camp that the deputy regiment commander would wash clothes for his wife on weekdays.

If others can do it, there is no reason why he can't.

However, it was getting late, and he didn't plan to take it to the river to wash, so he decided to wash it at home.

Anyway, you don’t need to carry water here, it’s all brought down from the mountains, so it’s very convenient.

His own clothes were very dirty, so he put them in a separate bucket and just stepped on them.

His wife's and daughter's hair were placed in another bucket. He took them out and washed them carefully with his hands.

Especially for those two tight-fitting clothes, he subconsciously reduced his strength.

But he is a man after all, and no matter how weak he is, he is no match for a woman.

Besides, Fang Qiuyan's vest and underwear were already old, so how could they withstand his rubbing?

Lu Jingsong was washing his wife's underwear with red ears, but unexpectedly, the vest in his hands suddenly tore apart with a "sizzle".

Looking at the piece of cloth in each hand, Lu Jingsong almost tore his heart apart!

He ripped her vest?!

It took him a long while to realize that the old vest was folded in his hands.

Lu Jingsong didn’t even dare to think about how angry Fang Qiuyan would be if she knew about this.

Finally, he put the cloth aside with a guilty conscience, intending to hide it and buy her a new one.

After planning it out in his mind, he went on to wash the rest of the clothes.

Who would have thought that while washing, a piece of cloth would be pulled out from the bottom of the bucket?

For a moment, Lu Jingsong couldn't help but doubt his memory.

Didn’t he just wash a whole piece of clothing?

Thinking of this, he took out the cloth that had just been torn and pieced it together again.

Looking at the intact vest on the laundry table, and then at the extra piece of fabric in his hand, Lu Jingsong was not clear about it. Fang Qiuyan's clothes were also torn.

This time, he almost died of heartache.

If it wasn't getting dark, he would have wanted to fly to the commune right now to buy her some underwear.

Pursing his lips, Lu Jingsong carefully rinsed the three pieces of cloth and put them in a clean bucket.

Then, wash the rest of the clothes.

Before dark, Douhua came back from outside skipping and jumping.

Seeing him, she even grinned at him.

"father!"

Hearing her crisp call of "Dad", Lu Jingsong's heart softened.

"Hey! Where did you go just now?"

After putting the clean clothes into the bucket, he tried to chat with his daughter.

"I'm going to find Miaomiao, let's play house together."

Douhua is now becoming bolder and bolder, and as soon as he opens his mouth he starts to tell him about the game he just played.

Before Lu Jingsong joined the army, he was a slave earning work points in the Lu family. After joining the army, he became a money-making machine.

It can be said that he has not experienced much family love since he was a child.

At this moment, just listening to his daughter's happy voice, a kind of blood bond, made his heart feel like it was filled with something, sour and swollen.

Without any impatience, he listened carefully to her talking about her playing with friends, and occasionally interjected a word.

In the room, Fang Qiuyan was practicing calligraphy.

Whenever she feels upset, she would write because writing can calm her down.

But at this moment, she was holding a pen in her hand, but she didn't put it down.

Listening to the affectionate voices of the father and daughter outside, a hint of confusion appeared on her face.

I can’t let go of the past, but what about tofu pudding?

Would she be willing to leave here and live in the dormitory with her?

Here are her favorite friends and Lu Jingsong who is gradually beginning to play the role of a father.

When she thought of this, her thoughts, which had finally calmed down, became chaotic again.

She held the pen tightly in her hand, and her fingertips turned a little white.

She had only written two or three lines in the notebook, but she no longer had the energy to write any more.

I don’t know how long it took, but Douhua finally came back.

Fang Qiuyan used her crutches to open the door for her.

She was relieved when she saw that Lu Jingsong was not outside.

Douhua skipped back to the room, took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

"Mom, tell me a story and I will tell it to my sister tomorrow."

Douhua now always talks about how the older sister is taller or the younger sister is shorter.

She obviously likes her group of friends very much.

Fang Qiuyan lowered her eyes to hide her thoughts, paused, and then said, "Okay, lie on the bed and I'll tell you a story."

After Lu Jingsong hung up the clothes, he went straight back to his room.

It’s not that he didn’t want to find Fang Qiuyan, but he understood her personality.

If I go to see her myself at this time, not only will I be turned away, but I might even make her angry.

Restraining the restlessness in his heart, he forced himself to lie on the bed.

Just as I closed my eyes, I heard Fang Qiuyan's gentle voice from the next room.

Lu Jingsong couldn't remember how long it had been since he heard her tell stories at night.

Hearing that voice again at this moment, he pricked up his ears almost greedily.

Why didn't he realize how outstanding she was before?

Just thinking of this, Lu Jingsong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

I used to have resentment towards her, so how could I possibly understand what kind of person she was?

Thinking of the complicated entanglement between them, he felt mixed emotions.

That night, Lu Jingsong couldn't sleep again.

The noise from the next room stopped at some point, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

I tossed and turned in bed and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the dream he seemed drunk and his mind was a little unclear.

At the same time, he felt an indescribable restlessness in his body, and in a daze, he heard Fang Dongxue's voice.

"Qiuyan, why don't you come in?"

Qiuyan?

Lu Jingsong chewed on the name, and suddenly, a ball of fire ignited in his lower abdomen and instantly rushed to his limbs and bones.

A few messy fragments flashed through my mind again.

One moment she was showing a pitiful look with her eyes closed, the next moment she was glaring at him with eyes blazing with fire, and finally the picture froze on that extremely erotic scene in the rain.

The fire burned more and more fiercely, until it consumed the last vestiges of his sanity.

All night long, Lu Jingsong was wrapped in the fire in his dream, until one moment, he suddenly woke up.

In the dim light, he smelled a strange smell in the air.

Then, he lowered his head and looked down in disbelief!

The next second, Lu Jingsong's ears started to burn!

Maybe because he felt guilty or something else, he quickly changed his pants, rolled up the bed sheet, and took it outside.

I planned to wash it and hang it up before Fang Qiuyan woke up.

However, things went against his wishes. While he was washing the sheets, Fang Qiuyan's room door creaked open.

Lu Jingsong was rubbing the bed sheets with his hands. When he turned around, he met those clear and surprised eyes.

Lu Jingsong: ...