The night was quiet.
Old Xue's house was pitch black.
However, Xue Qingshan couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Cuicui's snores were thunderous in the room. He didn't know what this woman had eaten during the day. He wanted to get closer to her, but this woman would turn over and fart at him. It was even a smelly fart that smelled like silkworm beans.
Xue Qingshan couldn't bear it anymore. He got out of bed and reminisced the days when he used to sleep on the hot Kang with his wife in his arms.
After staring at the back of cuicui's head for a while, Xue Qingshan simply pushed the door open and walked out.
The cold wind outside the house was blowing straight into his neck. He shrank his neck and looked at the woodshed on the side. He didn't know if his wife, Xie zhaodi, was asleep.
Thinking of this, Xue Qingshan couldn't help but walk in that direction.
