Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 384 Why am I Old Song?

Chapter 384: Chapter 384 Why am I Old Song?

Asheng pursed his lips, gazing eagerly at Song Yunuan.

Huzi looked at Song Yunuan too.

This is his own sister, Mom said, she’s his own sister, who calls their sister "Sister Little Nuan"?

Isn’t that the same as calling the girl next door "Sister Mingming"?

That’s not acceptable.

Seeing Asheng’s reaction, Song Yunuan glanced at him and said with a smile, "It’s just a nickname, you know. Sometimes, I even call my dad ’Old Man Song,’ and my mom ’Comrade Xia.’"

Huzi’s eyes widened. Is that so?

Only then did Song Liang remember, "I’ve been meaning to ask, why is Mom ’Comrade Xia,’ while I’m just ’Old Song’?"

By now, everyone had finished listening to the concert, and in fact, they were all still longing for more.

However, to save the battery, Old Man Song didn’t hesitate to turn off the radio right after it ended, and then he carefully placed it on the kang cabinet, covering it with a cotton cloth embroidered with flowers.

Then Old Man Song went to look at Song Yunuan, wanting to say, if my son is ’Old Song,’ what does that make me?

Older Song?

The crowd burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, at the brigade’s headquarters, Chu Zizhou had also finished listening to the performance.

His eyes brimmed with tenderness, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

But after a few moments, his brow furrowed.

Although his mother wasn’t in a rush about his marriage, she hoped he’d find a partner soon and get engaged.

He could only produce many reasons to try to convince her.

Otherwise, if he said he already liked someone, with his mother’s astuteness, she might guess it was Song Ting in no time at all.

That could cause trouble for Tingting.

He had discussed it with his grandfather; the path he was on now was the right one. He needed to work at the grassroots level for three years, then get transferred back to Beidu before his grandfather stepped down.

This year, he would move to the commune to become the deputy head, and President Huang would go to the county government.

It could be said that he was going to be very busy.

Chu Zizhou scratched his head, blaming it all on Huai’an—if it weren’t for his suggestion to become the brigade leader, why would he have come?

But with loss comes gain.

He indeed learned a lot and truly grew.

And he met the girl he admired.

So, when he discussed it with his mother, who usually got annoyed as soon as he spoke, surprisingly, she nodded in agreement, seriously.

She even said she wouldn’t interfere with his marriage.

As long as he was happy, that was good enough.

But even so, he couldn’t tell her.

His mother didn’t like those who sang and danced, which had something to do with Aunt Zhu.

But Sister Nuan was right, in front of absolute strength, all scheming and tricks are paper tigers.

As long as he had the say, it was hard for his mother to interfere with his marriage.

Of course, he might be wishful thinking, as Song Ting had no thoughts about him at all.

Chu Zizhou stopped his idle thoughts and got down to work, organizing his tasks. He had to hand over responsibilities here, and make plans there.

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When it was time to sleep at night, Asheng, who had always been living with Song Yunuan, happily performed a dance he had made up for his sister and then swiftly made the bed and folded the blankets, arranging the pillows neatly.

The little guy was naturally adorable and had grown even cuter after eating well for over half a year, resembling a chubby child of wealth from a New Year painting.

He nestled into Song Yunuan’s arms, tilting his head up with a sweet voice, "Thank you, sister."

Song Yunuan teased him, "Eh, what are you thanking me for all of a sudden?"

Asheng replied, "Thank you for saving my face, sister, or I would have been embarrassed in front of Huzi today."

Song Yunuan pinched the plump cheek that was willingly offered to her, "You’re my real little brother, after all."

Asheng smiled happily.

Song Yunuan then said, "But they are good kids, after all. We shouldn’t artificially draw lines between us. Don’t you also call them brother and sister? It’s the same in the end. It’s enough for your sister to know in her heart that you’re her legitimate brother. We don’t need to be ostentatious about it. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

Asheng thought about it and nodded, "I understand."

He knew what his sister meant.

Not to mention it aloud, since Huzi is fond of tattling.

In Grandma’s heart, all her grandchildren were the same.

Even earlier on, because Huzi didn’t come around often, he became the favourite.

Grandma has a bad temper, and too much tattling could easily lead to a beating.

Asheng pouted, recognizing Huzi as a snitch.

But Huzi was good to him as well, saying that he was his real brother.

This time, he even brought him a wooden toy gun.

At that moment, Sun Jinrong was talking to her mother-in-law.

"Liu Jincui has been sentenced to death, and so has her son. I don’t have any information on this end, and I don’t want to approach the family anymore. Besides, even if I wanted to, there are no leads. It’s not worth the effort. From now on, I’ll consider you my real mother," she said.

Old Mrs. Song glanced at Sun Jinrong, thinking to herself that times change, that wasn’t how she felt before. She used to treat me like a sucker.

But that’s all in the past now and it’s not worth holding onto.

So she replied, "Yes, the children are all grown up. But don’t be hasty; these things depend on fate, and can’t be rushed."

Truth be told, Sun Jinrong was just making small talk, simultaneously showing loyalty to her mother-in-law.

Who could have imagined, in less than a year, that the Song family’s days would come to this?

Not to mention anyone else, just look at the youngest aunt. She thought her match with Li Benzhong was perfect.

If she were to marry him, with Li Benzhong driving tractors at the collective, and Tingting farming and raising kids at home, landing a temporary job at the collective would seem like the Song family’s ancestors were blessed.

Doing laundry, cooking, farming, raising kids, and then earning money for her education when the kids are older, she would also have to help with her grandchildren. If she is healthy, she might live a few extra years; if not, who knows when her time might come.

This is the future that rural women can see coming from a mile away.

Initially, she had struggled to leave, and she was obedient to Liu Jincui to a fault, short of carving her own flesh to feed her.

But the outcome was entirely unexpected.

And now Tingting was standing in Beidu’s grand auditorium, singing.

That would have been unthinkable before.

Even she herself had benefited greatly.

All of this, she owed to Little Nuan, something she was aware of.

But the old lady was also a stabilizing force in the family. Didn’t she see how well Little Nuan treated her grandmother?

The city shop was even registered in the old lady’s name.

If it were any other family, it would have caused a huge uproar.

Sun Jinrong dared not harbor any other thoughts, and besides, why should she?

A good life should be cherished and enjoyed.

Remembering something, she suddenly said to Old Mrs. Song, "Mom, it’s strange, ever since Liu Jincui and her son faced trouble, Sun Dazhuang’s wife took their child and disappeared. She hasn’t come to look for me and I haven’t seen her until now."

Old Mrs. Song was taken aback and asked, "You haven’t seen her at all?"

"Not at all, I have no idea where she’s gone."

Lian Xiang interjected, "You’re not her close aunt, why would she come looking for you? After such a big incident, she’d be too busy trying to hide."

Sun Jinrong thought that made sense.

Sun Dazhuang and his wife, Guo Haiqin, had an average relationship, but the old lady was strict and never allowed Sun Dazhuang to mistreat Guo Haiqin.

They had a son, the same age as Asheng.

In Sun Jinrong’s memory, the old lady was truly kind to her daughter-in-law.

As kind as she would be to her own daughter.