The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

Chapter 134 Mental Illness

After that incident, Lin Dachun and his wife focused solely on raising their children. They had a son and a daughter, but their daughter ran into some trouble due to the one-child policy.

"And then what happened?" Li Ruoxue continued curiously, "Did you see a doctor? Did they say anything was wrong?"

"I went to the hospital." Lin Dachun nodded.

"I went to the hospital to see a urologist the second year. At that time, a female doctor treated me," Lin Dachun recalled.

"What did the doctor say?"

"After the doctor's examination, he said everything was normal and there was no illness, and told me not to worry," Lin Dachun replied.

"Wow, then it might not be poisoning, it's probably just normal." Li Ruoxue said with shining eyes, becoming more and more curious about Lin Dachun's past.

Li Ruoxue nestled in Lin Dachun's arms, her legs intertwined, and continued to ask, "And then what? When did you get entangled with that village woman? After that, there must have been many women looking for you, right?"

Li Ruoxue, a woman, just loves to gossip.

"this."

Lin Dachun sighed and continued, "Well, it's alright in winter, but in summer, it's impossible to cover up at all, sigh."

"And then?" Li Ruoxue continued to ask.

"I won't tell you what happened later. Why are you so curious? Watch how I hug you." Lin Dachun said, turning over and then hugging Li Ruoxue.

"Oh dear, it's so hot, you're all sweaty, and you're still hugging me." Li Ruoxue blushed.

But her attention wasn't on the embrace at all; it was on the feeling of skin against skin, especially the contours, that made her feel as hot as if she'd been drinking.

The fire within my body is even more irresistible.

The two of them became more and more familiar with each other.

The following afternoon, the sun slanted across the western plateau, turning the entire loess slope a golden-red hue.

Lin Dachun was chopping firewood in the yard for tomorrow's kang (heated brick bed). He swung the axe, and when it came down, the dry jujube wood cracked open with a snap.

He straightened up, wiped his face, and was about to bend down to chop again when he suddenly heard soft footsteps outside the courtyard gate.

It wasn't Li Ruoxue—she was in the kitchen kneading dough, preparing to steam the buns for dinner.

It wasn't like those gossipy women in the village—they wouldn't be so quiet, so... cautious.

Lin Dachun raised his head.

Su Wanrong stood at the gate of the courtyard.

Today she wore a pale white polyester shirt with a thin light blue trim around the collar, which made her neck look even longer and whiter.

Her hair wasn't haphazardly tied up as usual, but rather neatly combed and styled into a smooth bun at the back of her head, secured with a silver hairpin—it was very elegant.

The light of the setting sun shone from behind her, giving her a fuzzy golden edge.

Her face was so white it was almost translucent in the light, with only a faint, unnatural blush on her cheeks.

His eyes, however, were very bright, as bright as two deep pools, staring straight at Lin Dachun.

Lin Dachun nearly dropped the axe in his hand.

He quickly placed it against the wall, straightened up, and wiped his hands on his trousers—his hands were covered in sawdust and sweat from chopping wood.

"Wanrong?" he asked, his voice a little dry. "What brings you here?"

Su Wanrong did not answer immediately.

She walked into the courtyard, her steps very light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

She stopped three steps away from Lin Dachun, her eyes still fixed on him, unblinking.

"Brother Dachun," she said, her voice soft and a little hoarse, "I'm sick."

Lin Dachun's heart tightened: "What's wrong? Is your sister feeling unwell?"

Lin Dachun was indeed surprised that Su Wanrong came to see him. As the daughter-in-law of the landlord Qian, she was bound by many rules.

Why would someone come here alone and inexplicably look for him?

Instead of going through matchmaker Aunt Zhou?

"I'm feeling unwell, and..." Su Wanrong said, her eyes lowered as she stared at the tips of her faded cloth shoes. "I... I'm just feeling terrible. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I think about you all the time."

She spoke the last few words very softly, almost inaudibly.

But in this quiet courtyard, it was like a thunderclap that exploded in Lin Dachun's ears.

He froze, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

My mind is buzzing with the phrase "I think about you all the time."

Does Su Wanrong miss him?

Why would I want to think about him?

Between them... wasn't it just that transaction?

The relationship between the two of them is simply one of borrowing and being borrowed.

"Wanrong, you..." Lin Dachun began with difficulty, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"

"Yes, I flirted." Su Wanrong blushed when she heard this word, feeling extremely embarrassed.

As a married woman in this extremely traditional and conservative era, it was still very difficult and embarrassing for her to hear or say this word.

Lin Dachun immediately touched her forehead and found that she did not have a fever.

Su Wanrong immediately realized that she had misunderstood Lin Dachun's meaning of "fever".

"You don't have a fever. If you're sick, you should go to the hospital. How can I get treatment here?"

"I've seen it." Su Wanrong raised her head, her eyes moist as if covered with a layer of water. "The doctor in town said that only you can cure this disease; no one else can. It's incurable."

"Terminal illness? Is it that serious? Don't worry. Have a seat." Lin Dachun gestured for Su Wanrong to sit down, then called out to Li Ruoxue in the inner room, "Ruoxue, make some tea, we have a guest."

Lin Dachun's nerves tightened again.

He looked at the woman in front of him.

She had dressed up specially for today. Her moon-white shirt was spotless, her hair was neatly combed, and she even had some face cream on. The faint fragrance mixed with her slightly bitter milky scent wafted in the sunset air.

Lin Dachun could already smell the milky fragrance emanating from her body as she stood beside him.

When Li Ruoxue came out of the cave after fetching tea, she saw a stunningly beautiful woman. Her temperament, appearance, and speech were all elegant and intellectual, revealing a unique kind of beauty.

"Who is this lady?" Li Ruoxue had never seen such a beauty in the village.

Su Wanrong was also curious, never expecting that Lin Dachun's family had such a dignified and beautiful woman with exquisite features.

"Oh, she's the daughter-in-law of Master Qian from Qianjiapo, her name is Miss Su Wanrong," Lin Dachun explained, while also introducing Su Wanrong: "This is Li Ruoxue."

"Your wife? You have such a young and beautiful wife?" Su Wanrong asked immediately.

"No, no." Lin Dachun immediately shook his head.

"Huh? Oh." Su Wanrong was surprised, but she didn't press for details about their relationship.

"You two chat, I'll get back to work." Li Ruoxue glanced at Su Wanrong. She was still a little suspicious and jealous that such a beautiful woman had taken the initiative to come to Dachun's door.

Last night, Li Ruoxue and Dachun had just discussed those things. She knew very well that as long as women knew about Lin Dachun's special skills, they would definitely like the bartender in her house.