Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 243 A Group Photo that Triggered the Plot_1

Chapter 243: Chapter 243 A Group Photo that Triggered the Plot_1

However, the two elderly were very happy.

In the morning, they received a call saying that around seven in the evening, their grandson and granddaughter would come to their house for summer vacation.

The granddaughter was in junior high school, fourteen years old this year, and the little grandson was five, fair and tender, especially adorable.

They were also the apples of their eyes.

But if they went to the provincial city, the two children would have to leave their parents, especially since the younger one was still small, which wouldn’t be very beneficial for the children’s development.

If Grandma wanted to see her grandson, then Old Mr. Hu would be alone at home.

The grandma was also worried.

However, as long as it was convenient during the winter and summer vacations, both children would come.

When Song Yunuan brought her brother over, the grandma was already delighted upon hanging up the phone, but seeing Song Yunuan and Song Mingsheng made her even more affectionately beam with happiness.

Not only did the siblings look good, but their faces were always smiling, which was very festive.

She took Song Yunuan’s hand and eagerly asked all sorts of questions.

She brought out lots of delicious treats.

Song Yunuan sweetly called her Grandma Hu.

Little Asheng did the same.

Old Mrs. Hu told them both that the kitchen was preparing delicious food, and if they liked anything, to not be shy and just say so.

Song Yunuan took out a set of linen casual wear from her bag.

She said it was made by her own family.

The linen was breathable and comfortable.

The top was jujube red, while the pants were smoke blue.

A round neckline, not too wide.

A row of buttons on the front, embroidered with a few little flowers.

Song Yunuan always liked to be prepared.

Social interactions required reciprocation.

This was how to ensure longevity in relationships.

Guo Xia had also bought two sets of such suits, and Song Yunuan guessed Grandma Hu would like them too.

If not, it was alright—they could be given away as gifts.

Grandma Hu was very pleased and changed into it immediately. In those days, except in special circumstances, people were generally slim.

If someone were overweight, others would think her family was well off, which was why she gained weight.

Heavier people were envied.

Quite the opposite of later generations.

So the suit fit Grandma Hu perfectly.

She truly liked it, as she had not seen such clothing in the provincial city.

Grandma Hu genuinely liked Song Yunuan.

With lips that seemed to have been brushed with sugar and always conducting herself with poise and grace, one could tell she would not go wrong in the future.

Grandma Hu ran to the mirror again, and Song Yunuan was quite happy too; since Grandma Hu truly liked the clothes, it meant that the products produced by her family’s clothing factory were leading the trend at the current stage.

So, after returning this time, she would have to make bigger moves and liberate her grandmother, mother, and second aunt as well.

They could be upgraded to teachers.

As Song Yunuan munched on an apple, Grandma Hu asked the kitchen nanny, "Xiao Wang, are we running out of sugar? I’ll go and buy some."

Nanny Xiao Wang: It seems we aren’t running short.

But the old lady had already prepared her basket and was ready to head out.

Xiao Wang glanced at Old Mrs. Hu, asking if the outfit was new.

Ah, it really looks good.

Old Mrs. Hu continued to ask Old Mr. Hu, "Old Hu, is there anything else you want to buy?"

Song Yunuan chuckled softly.

The little old lady was quite amusing; she was going out to show off her new clothes.

But once she put on her coffee-colored leather sandals, the little old lady looked both gentle and elegant.

Not to mention her own fondness for her look, even Old Mr. Hu admired it, saying, "Those clothes are really nice. You look good in them, and they make you look much younger. It’s obvious that Little Nuan’s clothing factory has genuine talent."

As Old Mrs. Hu patted Little Asheng’s head, her heart swelled with joy, knowing full well that Old Mr. Hu, despite being educated, was usually not generous with compliments.

Today was indeed a rare occasion.

Old Mrs. Hu told Song Yunuan to feel free to play around the house, don’t be polite, just treat it like her own home, and she meant it sincerely.

Little Nuan also knew that Grandma Hu was being sincere.

If it weren’t sincere, when Song Yunuan gave the clothes, Grandma Hu would have been reserved, merely nodding her head and saying a light ’thank you,’ before casually setting them aside.

Such behavior could be very disheartening.

But Grandma Hu not only put them on immediately, she also delightedly looked at herself in the mirror, even planning to go out and show off.

This truly made Song Yunuan feel a sense of closeness.

Old Mrs. Hu left in high spirits, indeed to show off; Little Nuan said that the clothes hadn’t officially gone on sale yet, only Chu Zizhou’s mother and sister had bought a few pieces to take home.

Who is Chu Zizhou?

How could Old Mrs. Hu not know?

In the provincial capital, whenever something big happens, they are among the first to know.

Like how Chu Zizhou from Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion went to Erdao River Village to become the brigade leader.

This news had already spread in small circles early on.

Although she didn’t know that Guo Xia had gone to see her son, the fact that she even bought several sets of such clothes when leaving shows how much she liked them.

Moreover, Old Mrs. Hu truly didn’t treat Song Yunuan as an outsider and naturally wouldn’t act pretentiously.

This instantly bridged the distance between them.

Even Little Asheng felt that the atmosphere was no different from being at home.

It’s often said that the atmosphere is created by people, after all.

After Old Mrs. Hu left, Song Yunuan intended to help in the kitchen.

Xiao Wang hurriedly pushed her out, saying there was absolutely no need as everything was almost ready.

Xiao Wang told the young lady to go eat candy with her little brother.

Song Yunuan didn’t insist, as she wasn’t particularly adept at these things and could, at most, only assist a little.

The Hu’s house was very big.

There was even a dedicated study, and the room was stocked with food and drinks. Old Mr. Hu even turned on the television, which was a pity because it could only receive two channels, and both were just static.

During this era, not many homes had television sets, and most were still black and white.

Nanshan County Town didn’t even have a television station.

Many people didn’t even know what a television set was.

Nevertheless, the poor signal that required a day’s rest for maintenance was still very captivating.

Especially to children.

Song Yunuan wasn’t interested, but Asheng stood in front of the TV, staring at the static for a long while.

Then he said to Old Master Hu, "Grandpa Hu, the static hurts my eyes."

Old Master Hu promptly pulled him over, telling him to go to the study where he could freely look at children’s picture books and pictorials.

Song Yunuan followed at a leisurely pace.

The next moment, she saw a group photo hanging on the wall.

Song Yunuan glanced at it, then looked a second time, her hands involuntarily clenching.

You couldn’t see it when you entered the house, nor was it visible in the living room.

But as you walked to the study, you would see this group photo hanging on the opposite wall.

This was why Song Yunuan had just now discovered it.

Seated were Old Mr. Hu and Old Mrs. Hu, not much different from how they looked now, so the photo must have been taken in the last couple of years.

A couple stood behind them.

And there were two children.

A very pretty young girl stood beside Old Mr. Hu, around twelve or thirteen years old, and a little boy stood at Old Mr. Hu’s side, a bit younger than Asheng.

After a few moments, Song Yunuan’s face turned pale.

She had not anticipated that this group photo would trigger a plotline, and a truly tragic one at that.

Usually, when triggering a storyline, she would meet the person involved.

But why did it trigger just by looking at a photo this time?

Song Yunuan couldn’t understand.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist.

Her heart was pounding.

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