Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 190: I’m Afraid There Will Never Be Peace Again_1

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: I’m Afraid There Will Never Be Peace Again_1

Song Yunuan taught Gu Huai’an how to drive the horse carriage.

Mainly because Big Jujube and Gu Huai’an were familiar with each other.

So, Gu Huai’an learned very quickly.

He wore a set of deep blue uniform today, crisp and handsome.

Song Yunuan even asked him if he was hot and said if he was, he could undo a few buttons of his jacket.

It must be airtight and stuffy.

Gu Huai’an glanced at her, the little girl has become braver now, not only thinking in her head, but also daring to say it out loud.

Gu Huai’an told her to sit down properly, then drove the horse carriage to take Song Yunuan to the Song family first.

Song Yunuan told Old Mrs. Song that her uncle had returned, and Old Mrs. Song exclaimed, immediately fetching money and deeds, which Song Yunuan skillfully received.

Old Mrs. Song said, "This is indeed a joyous occasion, I’ll start cooking something delicious right away."

Meanwhile, Old Man Song went to the large water jar, scooped out a net of little silver willow fish, and joyfully said to Gu Huai’an, "Huai’an, luck is better than arriving early, these were just caught this morning, so fresh, later we’ll stew a pot and fry another to eat our fill."

The eyes of Gu Huai’an were full of smiles as he said, "Alright, Grandpa Song."

Song Yunuan urged, "Let’s hurry up and go, the supply and marketing cooperative will close soon."

Gu Huai’an got Song Yunuan onto the horse carriage and without whipping the horse, he gently tapped Big Jujube with the whip.

Big Jujube trotted out of the village carrying the two.

Old Man Song was also happy, saying, "The mother-in-law has finally seen the end of hardship."

Old Mrs. Song sighed and with deep feeling said, "Aren’t we the same?"

Then she added, "Right, old man, go to the mountains tomorrow, I remember the sun-facing slope by the riverbank is covered in sorghum fruit, Little Nuan might have never tasted sorghum fruit, so when the time comes, pick the ripe ones and bring them back to her."

While laughing she said, "In a while, there will be more and more delicious wild fruits, this year I’ll pick more goat’s milk fruits for Little Nuan to make... what was that again?"

Old Man Song hurriedly replied, "Beverage, wild fruit beverage!"

Over here, Gu Huai’an sat curiously in the horse carriage, driving it for the first time in his life, finding it very fresh and enjoyable.

Along the way, Song Yunuan never stopped talking, telling Gu Huai’an, "What do you think my uncle means, asking Xia Bowen for help? He could’ve offered the medicine formula through someone else. This would drive Xia Bowen mad, so why give the benefits to Xia Bowen? Sigh, do you think my uncle is just too innocent?"

Gu Huai’an glanced over at the disparaging attitude of Song Yunuan.

The shrewdness rests in you people.

Could it be that you have some misunderstanding about the word ’innocence’?

Giving benefits to others is good, but to Xia Bowen?

It’s a heart-wrenching move!

There’s also a saying about killing softly.

From now on, Xia Bowen’s household will probably never have a day of peace.

"Your uncle has his own plans, you child shouldn’t worry, just focus on your studies, that’s what matters."

Song Yunuan giggled with a smile.

Being treated like a child, she was quite happy.

The two attracted the attention of the salespeople and shoppers at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Mainly because it’s rare to see such good-looking and charismatic people in the countryside.

In a corner, people whispered discreetly.

"They look a bit like siblings, too good-looking, aren’t they?"

"Not necessarily siblings, they might be newly engaged sweethearts."

"That would be such a perfect match."

But the two of them paid no attention to the gaze of others, they first bought meat, and Gu Huai’an looked around and then bought canned goods, pastries, candy, liquor, and cigarettes.

Can’t visit empty-handed when going for a meal.

Actually, there’s nothing much here, the vegetables on the chopping block are all available at home, and even fresher than these.

Seeing the vermicelli, Song Yunuan bought a large bundle. It’s delicious.

Pork stewed with vermicelli.

It’s the most authentic Northern dish to serve to guests.

Gu Huai’an, driving the horse-drawn carriage, went to the tofu workshop as directed by Song Yunuan and exchanged for large tofu and dried tofu.

Only then did they head home.

At this time, Little Asheng stood timidly at the door of his little uncle’s room, staring at the unfamiliar figure.

Suddenly, he spoke up, "Little uncle, when I was little, I dreamed of you as a child, crying and shouting... ’I want my mom, I want to go home...’ There was a big bully who whipped you with a whip that had a red bell attached, and the ringing would wake me up, and then I never dreamed of it again..."

Xia Xindong, now dressed in new clothes both inside and out, and wearing new cloth shoes made by Zhu Feng, had a whole bagful that no one else really knew about.

One pair made per year, and he actually got to wear them.

Next to Xia Xindong was Zhu Feng, clutching his hand and crying her heart out, having fainted several times, while Xia Guilan was much better, yet still heartbroken.

The sight of new and old wounds overlapping on her little brothers body was heart-wrenching.

It also filled them with a deep-seated hatred for Shangguan Heng.

Not wanting to ask about the past, Zhu Feng couldn’t bear to hear it, and Xia Xindong didn’t want to talk either.

His eyes were sensitive to light, so he always had to wear sunglasses. He’d heard that Little Nuan was determined to let all the sunlight into the house.

Xia Xindong just felt a sourness in his nose.

Actually, his heart had long since turned cold and hard.

But at this moment, it was being warmed bit by bit.

Then he heard what Little Asheng said.

Everyone was looking at him.

Zhu Feng’s tears began to flow uncontrollably again.

Xia Xindong smiled warmly and softly called Song Mingsheng over, "Come here, Little Asheng, let your little uncle have a look."

Little Asheng ran over and offered his cheek, saying softly, "Little uncle, I know you’re unhappy. If you pinch Asheng’s cheek, after you do it, you’ll feel better. Sister always did this."

Actually, these words were quite ordinary.

Just the babbling of a child.

And Asheng wasn’t just trying to ingratiate himself; he was speaking the truth.

Because that’s exactly what Song Yunuan had told him.

So, he had taken it to heart.

Yet these words suddenly broke through Xia Xindong’s defenses, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He hugged Little Asheng, burying his head in his little shoulder, shuddering and silently shedding tears.

Little Asheng hugged his little uncle’s head and comforted him in a babyish voice, "Don’t cry, little uncle. When Asheng grows up, he will make money and buy you delicious things."

Confused inside, he didn’t dare to ask.

Was that dream he had real or not?

When Song Yunuan rushed back, she remembered the medicine pellets given by the second grandfather and ran home to retrieve them, but the little uncle was already asleep.

He was just sleeping.

The afternoon sun shone perfectly on him, his brows relaxed, making him look exceptionally peaceful.

Asheng whispered to Song Yunuan, "Sister, look at my back, it’s all wet with little uncle’s tears!"

Song Yunuan, with a complex expression, placed the wooden box beside the windowsill and said to Grandma Xia, "This medicine, one pellet a day, was personally concocted by second grandfather to restore little uncle’s health."

Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Song said, "He’s probably going to sleep for a whole day and night. Let’s not fuss over it for now. We’ll eat together to celebrate when he wakes up."

Zhu Feng just wanted to stay by her son’s side, not going anywhere.

She nodded, her voice hoarse, "I’ll listen to you."