Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 143: Pearl Hairpin_1

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Pearl Hairpin_1

Song Yunuan couldn’t believe that Third Child Xia, that damn guy, actually showed up.

Old Mr. Ji asked, "Do you want me to send him away for you?"

Song Yunuan chuckled, "No need, I’ve actually been looking forward to his visit."

Old Mr. Ji knew that Song Yunuan had a belly full of crafty ideas.

Moreover, she was quite mysterious.

He cautioned her, "Don’t act alone, people are unpredictable, and that guy has a bad character, it’s better to be careful."

Song Yunuan replied, "Second Grandfather, it’s not convenient to keep making phone calls from here at the brigade headquarters, I’ll talk about it when I get to the county town."

When Song Yunuan walked out of the brigade headquarters, she saw Chu Zizhou in the courtyard talking to Branch Secretary Guan.

She hurriedly said, "I’ve left the telephone charges on the book."

Just then, someone called Branch Secretary Guan and after exchanging a few words with Chu Zizhou, he left.

Now only Chu Zizhou and Song Yunuan were left in front of brigade headquarters’ entrance.

After a moment’s thought, Chu Zizhou still asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"Yes, but I don’t need your help for now."

"You’re certainly not polite," Chu Zizhou remarked, curiously asking, "What Children’s Day gift did your Brother Huai’an send you?"

Her Brother Huai’an, what’s with the tone?

"...I haven’t opened it yet."

"Why not open it?"

"I haven’t had the chance yet, have I? I’m going back to take a look now, what, should I report back to you later?"

Chu Zizhou waved his hand dismissively, "Not interested."

Song Yunuan smiled, "Then I should still thank Brother Chu."

"By the way, that Yao Hai has been arrested, probably won’t ever get out again in his life, that guy’s got guts, hasn’t done few bad deeds."

"Don’t be surprised just yet, just know who helped you, that’s enough. I can also tell you the latest on Lin Qing and Su Junze."

At the end, Chu Zizhou said with a mischievous tone, "Your Brother Huai’an asked me to bring the thing to you, but unfortunately his mother saw it. Aunt Qin chased me all the way to the door, but I didn’t tell her the thing was for you."

Song Yunuan blinked, "Oh my, a gust of wind just passed by, your words were blown away by the wind, I didn’t hear clearly."

Chu Zizhou rolled his eyes. Was she trying to be a sieve with a scheming mind?

Too many tricks up her sleeve, huh?

Then Song Yunuan, with a smile curving her eyes, quickly changed the subject, "Brother Chu, can I borrow your car for a bit?"

Chu Zizhou looked at her warily, "What do you need a car for?"

"I want to go to the county town to do some errands." Then, glancing in the direction of her home, she suddenly added, "Otherwise, I could just ride a horse there. My Big Jujube feels almost underused pulling a horse cart."

It was now the year 1980, and both Beidu and Nanshan County Town had yet to impose restrictions on horse carts and mule carts entering the city.

The cavalry of the northern border was still in service, and there were very few cars on the streets, mostly bicycles.

Song Yunuan thought that riding a horse into town would be quite stylish.

With a clap of her hands, she told Chu Zizhou, "I won’t borrow your car."

Chu Zizhou, however, helplessly tossed her the car keys, "Take them, be safe."

Song Yunuan threw the keys back, "Lend them to me tomorrow, I have to take Little Nuan to the guesthouse to see Teacher Zhu Mann off at the train station."

Chu Zizhou’s eyes lit up, "Aunt Zhu is leaving tomorrow, then I’ll drive there."

Song Yunuan wasn’t surprised; her younger aunt had mentioned that Chu Zizhou knew Teacher Zhu Mann.

After returning home, Song Yunuan sat on the kang bed and began unwrapping the Children’s Day gift.

She also called Little Asheng over.

The siblings excitedly looked through the items one by one.

There were storybooks, chocolate, toy car models, and delicate hair accessories.

To call them hair accessories was because it included hair clips, hairpins, and bracelets.

Compared to the hair flowers they made, it was a world of difference.

Asheng exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, there are so many beads on the hairpin." Then he asked, "Sister, if you don’t like this hairpin anymore, can I take the beads off to play with?"

Song Yunuan squinted her eyes.

The hairpin was inlaid with a row of lustrous, round purple pearls.

These pearls were wild, not farmed like today’s.

And the hairpin was definitely not something you could buy off the shelf.

It must have been specially commissioned by Gu Huai’an from a master craftsman. That included a pair of hairpins, likewise studded with pearls.

There was also a pearl bracelet, all made with precious purple pearls.

"These are pearls, not marbles. Even if I no longer liked them, I couldn’t just take them out for you to play marbles," she said.

Song Mingsheng suddenly remembered a fairy tale his sister had told and widened his eyes, "Sister, are these many pearls the ones that the Little Mermaid cried out?"

"That’s just a story, who told you stories are real?" Song Yunuan tucked the pearl accessories back into the box.

The box itself was beautiful, with fine wooden patterns. Even though it wasn’t made of rosewood, it was still quite valuable.

This Children’s Day gift seemed a bit too extravagant.

With a tap of her fingers on the box, Song Yunuan wore a complex expression and thought: Gu Huai’an, what are you trying to express by doing all this?

Dear brother, I don’t believe you fell in love with me at first sight.

So, what is it for exactly?

Little Asheng felt a bit uneasy, "Sister, are you unhappy?"

Song Yunuan replied, "I’m very happy, but don’t tell anyone else."

"But Grandma and the others have seen it," he pointed out.

"Don’t talk to them about the pearls."

Song Mingsheng hurried over and hugged Song Yunuan, tilting his little head up and said softly, "Don’t worry, Sister, I’ll keep it a secret!"

Song Yunuan pinched his little cheek and slipped the pearl bracelet onto her wrist.

And truth be told, it was really pretty.

After leaving the house, Song Yunuan briefly mentioned the so-called Children’s Day gift.

As far as Old Mrs. Song and Xia Guilan were concerned, they were okay with anything Song Yunuan said.

Then she wanted to ride a horse to the county town.

Everyone was shocked and disapproving as they watched her.

But Song Yunuan asked Old Man Song with a beaming smile, "Grandpa, is the saddle ready?"

Under Old Mrs. Song’s daunting gaze, Old Man Song stiffly brought out the newly made saddle.

It even had a soft, cushy seat cushion on top.

Old Man Song explained to them, "Big Jujube is very smart, and Little Nuan’s riding skills are quite impressive, it’s more convenient than taking a horse-drawn carriage."

Xia Guilan felt she needed to get some clarity: "Little Nuan, whose house are you going to?"

"I’m going to Second Grandfather’s house to stay, I won’t be back tonight." Then she turned to Song Ting, "Cousin, aren’t you supposed to deliver dumplings to Teacher Zhu Mann tomorrow? Take Little Asheng with you, I’ve arranged with Chu Zizhou; he’ll drive you there."

While speaking, Song Yunuan had already prepared herself.

She patted Big Jujube, and without even using the stirrups, she leapt up and landed on the horse’s back.

Everyone: "..."

Was Little Nuan an acrobat?

Song Yunuan proudly pranced around in the courtyard several times, and at that moment, the sun hadn’t set yet, a round of sunset hung over the western forests, while the azure sky was filled with splendid clouds.

She felt she had wasted many days not riding Big Jujube.

Old Mrs. Song, however, did not look pleased and turned to ask Old Man Song, "When did she learn to ride a horse, did you teach her?"

Old Man Song replied with a wry smile, "You flatter me too much, with Little Nuan’s horseback riding skills, how could it possibly be me who taught her?"

Song Yunuan added with a smile, "I’m leaving now, Grandma, don’t worry, I’m also planning to visit my uncle."

And so, under everyone’s gaze, Song Yunuan rode Big Jujube out of the village with a trot...