Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 225 New Year 1

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 New Year 1

Zhou Siyu had lush, black, and very long hair that was of fine quality.

In the past, she liked wearing twin pigtails, but after entering junior high, she took to braiding her hair into two plaits.

Ever since Zhou Siyu knew what it meant to love beauty in elementary school, Zhou Lanfang had never had the heart to cut her hair.

Unlike herself, who had to have her hair cut and sold by Zhou Lanfang as soon as it grew a bit longer.

In that era, selling hair meant cutting it very short, like a boy’s.

Now, Shen Mianmian’s hair had grown past her shoulders again, and judging by what happened in her previous life, Lanfang would cut her hair again in the second half of next year.

"You wouldn’t dare." Zhou Siyu instinctively covered her hair with her hands, "If you cut my hair, my aunt will kill you."

"Let’s try and see," Shen Mianmian said with a playful smile, "We’ll see if your aunt kills me first, or I manage to cut your hair first."

Zhou Siyu: "..."

She was genuinely scared by Shen Mianmian.

If it were the old Shen Mianmian saying this, she wouldn’t have believed her.

But the current Shen Mianmian, she wouldn’t even doubt if she threatened to twist her head off.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Just don’t touch my hair, and I won’t mess with your clothes, that’s all."

"Then keep your hands to yourself."

Shen Mianmian hugged the clothes and turned to enter the house, while Zhou Siyu stamped her foot in frustration.

In the countryside, it’s customary to eat dumplings on New Year’s Eve.

Zhou Lanfang had made a lot, but they only ate one-third of them that evening, saving the rest for the first day of the New Year.

During dinner, Shen Jianhua gave everyone half a yuan as New Year’s money.

Zhou Siyu was thrilled, but Shen Mianmian remained calm.

After dinner, they all went to watch the Spring Festival Gala, but Shen Mianmian didn’t go, choosing instead to go to bed early.

Zhou Siyu didn’t return until after ten o’clock at night.

Early the next day, while it was still dark, a series of firecracker sounds erupted outside.

Zhou Lanfang got up early and called both her and Zhou Siyu out of bed.

Dressed in her new shoes and clothes, Zhou Siyu sat in the main room, letting Zhou Lanfang braid her hair.

Shen Mianmian also changed into new clothes and tied her hair into a ponytail, just as usual.

As she stepped out, Shen Jianhua happened to come in from outside after setting off firecrackers.

Seeing the two small flowers on Zhou Siyu’s head and none on Shen Mianmian’s,

he casually said, "You didn’t buy any small flowers for Mianmian?"

Zhou Lanfang’s lips twitched, "That was bought by Siyu’s aunt, not me."

"You could have bought one for Mianmian as well," Shen Jianhua said.

It would bother him to have others’ daughters wearing small flowers while his own didn’t have any, which would surely lead to his daughter overthinking.

"There wasn’t enough money, so I didn’t buy it."

Shen Jianhua: "..." His wife could always find a reasonable excuse not to buy things for their daughter.

"Dad, it’s okay if you didn’t buy it; I don’t really like wearing flowers in my hair anyway," Shen Mianmian said.

With a mental age of over thirty, almost forty, wearing a small red flower on her head was something she simply couldn’t do.

Thinking she said this only because she didn’t have one, Shen Jianhua consoled, "Next time, Dad will buy you one."

And with that, the matter was dropped.

After breakfast, everyone went out to make social calls; Shen Mianmian visited Xiaocui’s house,

while Zhou Siyu went to Zhang Changfa’s home.

The kids were all envious of Zhou Siyu’s new clothes.

In the village, each family had at least two or three children, and many had as many as seven or eight.

Just not going hungry was considered good enough; getting new clothes for each child during the New Year was out of the question.

Seeing Zhou Siyu wearing new clothes and shoes for the New Year made everyone envious.

They surrounded Zhou Siyu, showering her with praises.

Zhou Siyu relished these moments of glory; the feeling of being envied was just too wonderful,

and her vanity was thoroughly sated.