Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 141 Who Sends the Brocade Letter from the Clouds_1

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Who Sends the Brocade Letter from the Clouds_1

Speaking of which, Lin Xuezhu has quieted down considerably.

The main reason was that the vice-brigade leader and Jia Xuezhu were actually part of the antagonistic faction.

During the May Day visit to the base for a comforting performance, they were caught red-handed engaging in mischief.

By now, both of them had long been arrested.

In front of everyone, Lew Yuan couldn’t say anything else.

He just asked Song Ting, "What do you think about the new program?"

Song Ting pursed her lips.

After a moment of silence, she said, "It’s quite good."

But Lew Yuan stared at Song Ting and sighed, "Song Ting, I know what you’re thinking, but the new program is a collaboration with the Cultural Bureau, and you’re still one of the key figures. We will inevitably have to interact, and you can’t avoid me like I’m some terrible monster. That’s not fair to me."

Song Ting suddenly looked up and saw his meaningful gaze, which made her a bit shy.

After all, she was a young girl, and especially since Lew Yuan was one of the most handsome young men in the county town, with a piercing gaze, Song Ting felt flustered and lowered her head, whispering, "You’re overthinking it. I’m not avoiding you. I should go now."

However, Lew Yuan quickly continued, "I’ll admit to you, I pursued Lin Xuezhu, but she was hot and cold towards me. I don’t like that feeling, so I gave up, and not because I saw you and then gave up, but earlier. Chief Ghu can vouch for me; I’ve discussed it with him."

Song Ting’s heart beat frantically.

She couldn’t articulate her feelings and blurted out, "Don’t talk to me about this. It has nothing to do with me. I need to go home."

With that, she walked past Lew Yuan and hurriedly left.

In front of everyone, Lew Yuan couldn’t chase after her and could only watch as Song Ting’s figure disappeared from view.

Neither of them saw that a woman was standing in the shadows. It was Lin Xuezhu who had lost a lot of weight compared to a few days earlier and didn’t seem to smile much anymore, looking rather silent.

This scene fell into Lin Xuezhu’s eyes, and she followed Song Ting with a jealous gaze, grinding her teeth, cursing, "Damn floozy, always so restless."

At this time, Song Ting had received her salary, but even with the subsidies, it wasn’t enough to buy Little Nuan a watch.

But what to buy for Little Nuan?

New clothes? Everyone at home could make them, nicer than what’s on display at the department store.

As for hair accessories, those made by her family were the latest and most fashionable.

Regarding food, it seemed like they weren’t lacking at home now.

Song Ting was surprised to realize that home life had improved so much.

In the end, she still bought Little Nuan a pen, along with gifts for everyone else, more or less depleting her saved-up salary.

Then, carrying her bag, she went to the bus station to wait for the bus home.

There was one more bus, and time was tight, but she could make it if she hurried.

Unexpectedly, a jeep slowly stopped beside her.

Chu Zizhou looked at Song Ting with a serious face due to his nerves.

For some reason, in the bustling crowd, he spotted Song Ting at first glance.

Because Song Ting was shining.

That’s right, in Chu Zizhou’s eyes, Song Ting was shining.

Even if she was holding a large piece of pork belly in her left hand.

Chu Zizhou’s heart pounded, unsure of how to face her, he looked very stern.

Strangely, Song Ting, facing him, was not nervous at all, and even greeted him with a smile, "Brigade Leader Chu, it’s you."

Chu Zizhou: "Where are you going?"

"I’m going home."

Chu Zizhou continued with an expressionless face, "I’m also returning to Erdao River Village. If you don’t mind, get in the car."

Song Ting looked at him curiously. There was nothing to mind.

But she didn’t know if it would be a bother to him.

So she asked.

Chu Zizhou got out of the car, opened the door and said, "Get in, it’s no trouble."

And so, Song Ting got into the car.

The feeling of going home was always different from usual.

Especially since Song Ting hadn’t been home for a long time.

She also wanted to invite the teacher to visit her home but worried about burdening her family, so she didn’t extend the invitation.

She had already visited the guesthouse in the morning.

Teacher Zhu Mann had gone to see a friend.

She had left a note for her.

Telling Song Ting not to bring her food or to see her off, because a singer’s voice is the most important, and there are many dietary restrictions. She was doing the same now.

But Song Ting still wanted to prepare some food for the teacher’s journey, having meat coupons, she had just bought five pounds of meat and thought of making some shepherd’s purse dumplings for the teacher.

Aiming for a lighter taste, she hoped the teacher would like them.

Get on with dumplings, get off with noodles.

That’s just the local custom here.

At this moment, Song Yunuan and her little brother were coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Song Mingsheng was a spendthrift yet calculative, spending exactly two yuan with not a cent left.

Just empty-handed.

Song Mingsheng cast an envious glance at the items in his sister’s hand.

He had bought shampoo, a wooden comb, and a handkerchief for his sister; a box of "Big Production" cigarettes for grandpa; sorghum malt candy for mom; razor blades for dad; and sesame oil with two egg cakes for grandma.

He had forgotten about himself and only realized it as he walked out, wanting to cry but not daring to.

Song Yunuan found it amusing yet praised Little Asheng, saying he was a good boy for knowing his sister best and getting her the most.

She showered Little Asheng with so many compliments that he bloomed like a flower.

It kept the little guy from feeling down and he held back his tears.

Before getting on the bicycle, their walk was always in spurts.

It was that kind of walk that children liked.

Bouncing and jumping along.

Adults liked it too but were too embarrassed to walk that way.

Once on the bicycle, a piece of sorghum malt candy was stuffed into his mouth, the kind of candy where you could even eat the innermost wrapping.

There were no additives; it was handcrafted.

Soft, sweet and doesn’t stick to the teeth.

Little Asheng quickly thanked her, "Thank you, sister, you’re the best."

Song Yunuan smiled contentedly.

This little foodie, rare as it was for him to shop, didn’t even glance at what he liked, instead thinking of his family first.

Especially that his first thought was of her.

Good habits need to be maintained.

They had barely reached the crossroads when they saw a jeep coming from the north.

Little Asheng took one look back and shouted, "Uncle Chu’s car, Uncle Chu is back!"

Song Yunuan was speechless.

She called him Big Brother Chu, and her brother called him Uncle Chu.

At that moment, Chu Zizhou had no choice but to stop the car.

He looked somewhat disappointedly at Song Yunuan.

What an insensitive fellow.

Why crowd around now?

He decided then to deduct ten yuan from the two hundred yuan bonus.

Although the conversation was brief, he had enjoyed talking with Song Ting, and to his surprise, he learned that Zhu Mann had taken her on as a student.

It was he who brought it up initially, not expecting that Aunt Zhu Mann would encounter Song Ting performing in the fields.

You have to admit, that’s also fate.

Chu Zizhou said to Song Yunuan, "Put the bicycle in the trunk and let’s go together. I just happen to have a Children’s Day gift here for you from someone."

Song Yunuan’s eyes lit up, no need to guess, it must be from Gu Huai’an.

Not bad, not bad, knowing what kind of holiday to celebrate for her.

Children’s Day, she loved it!

The ride was quiet, and they soon arrived at the brigade headquarters.

After getting off, Song Ting thanked Chu Zizhou with a smile and Chu, with his head lowered, mumbled a vague affirmation and coughed several times as if to cover something up.

Song Yunuan gave him a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

Chu Zizhou somewhat awkwardly handed over the handbag prepared by Gu Huai’an to Song Yunuan.

He didn’t remind her that the certificate’s cover inside was made of precious brocade.

Gu Huai’an didn’t mention it, and neither did he.

That’s not his fault, right?

But he did tell Song Yunuan that there was also an award certificate in the bag, specially commissioned by Gu Huai’an just for her.

Song Yunuan opened the handbag.

She unwrapped the cotton cloth and the moment she saw the certificate, she let out a surprised "Huh?"

Brocade from the skies, fit for an emperor’s robes!

Song Yunuan smiled with her eyes curving happily.

Little brother, are you trying to say: "Who sends a brocade of clouds from above?"

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