Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 52 - 51 Where Do Things Come From
52: Chapter 51: Where Do Things Come From?
52 -51: Where Do Things Come From?
Su Yuncheng returned with the medicine, Lin Nianhe had already retied her braids.
She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet.
The sunlight spilled over her, her eyes lightly squinted, corners of her mouth slightly upturned.
Su Yuncheng unconsciously lightened his steps, afraid of disturbing her.
But when he was five steps away from her, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.
“You’re back.”
The girl’s tone was cheerful, her voice lilting upwards, as if not at all bothered by Zhou Fenyang’s matter.
Su Yuncheng responded in a low voice, taking out a jacket from the cloth bag he had brought in the morning and handed it to her: “Put this on, don’t catch a cold again.”
“Okay.”
Lin Nianhe answered obediently, afraid that Su Yuncheng might change his mind and let her endure another injection.
His clothes were excessively large, she couldn’t even stretch her hands out of them.
Lin Nianhe silently rolled up the sleeves, then looked at Su Yuncheng, her eyes asking when they would leave.
Su Yuncheng looked at her, a smile on his lips, “Can you walk?”
“I can.”
Lin Nianhe said as she jumped off the bed, physically proving that she was fine.
Of course, she wasn’t fine.
Her body ached all over after the fever, and her legs felt somewhat weak.
But she was desperate to go back; she felt sticky and uncomfortable, and she would go mad if she didn’t take a shower and change clothes soon.
Su Yuncheng packed up everything, seeing Lin Nianhe wave towards Principal Wu off to the side, he also nodded goodbye to her.
Principal Wu watched the two leave, the wrinkles between her brows deepening slightly.
The words of the young educated youth lingered in her ears, reminding her that nothing is set in stone, anything could happen.
She…
perhaps could really hold on a little longer.
“Wrap your clothes tightly, it’s windy outside.”
In the hallway, Su Yuncheng instructed Lin Nianhe, slowing his pace.
Lin Nianhe followed behind him, her gaze falling on the large cloth bag in Su Yuncheng’s hand.
It looked quite heavy, and she wondered what was inside.
Su Yuncheng didn’t explain; he led Lin Nianhe out of the clinic, hung the cloth bag on the bicycle handle, and turned back to gesture her to sit on the rear seat.
Lin Nianhe, feeling groggy, didn’t even notice his reddening ears and nervously clenched fists.
There was a cushion tied to the rear seat of the bicycle, making it quite comfortable to sit on.
The wind was mostly blocked by Su Yuncheng, and the occasional light breeze that hit Lin Nianhe’s face made her groggy head much clearer, a lot more comfortable than staying in the sickroom.
Once they left the town, Lin Nianhe felt the discomfort.
The dirt road was bumpy, and even with a cushion, it felt unsettlingly insecure.
The bicycle wheel hit a small hole, causing Lin Nianhe’s body to uncontrollably lean backwards.
She cried out softly, instinctively reaching out to grab the hem of Su Yuncheng’s shirt.
A pull and a tug prevented her from falling off, but it also brought her close to Su Yuncheng’s back.
Su Yuncheng felt his mind go blank, his tense muscles starting to stiffen.
The soft touch on his back lost him in the fragrance of the fields.
“Squeak—”
With the last bit of his sanity, Su Yuncheng pressed the brake.
He got off the bicycle, hands on the handlebar, and looked down at Lin Nianhe, “The road is bumpy, I’ll push the bike while you sit.”
Lin Nianhe, still dazed from the shaking, came to her senses as he spoke.
Her gaze followed his, falling on her hand that was still clutching his shirt.
Such a small contact wouldn’t even count as flirting in later times, but now…
Lin Nianhe quickly let go, apologizing to him, “Sorry, I was just scared of falling off.”
“It’s, it’s fine, not your fault, it’s…
it’s my fault for not riding steady.”
Su Yuncheng stammered a bit.
After speaking, he turned hurriedly and continued pushing the bike forward.
Lin Nianhe sat on the back seat, watching his back and couldn’t help but smile.
She thought, him pushing the bike like this, was much more flirtatious than if he had biked.
Ahead, Su Yuncheng’s hands on the handlebar trembled slightly.
The little girl’s gaze was something he couldn’t ignore, and the guilt made him feel as though she had seen through the affections in his heart.
He unconsciously quickened his pace, eager to escape this unsettling situation.
Nianhe watched him for a while before retracting her gaze, supporting her forehead with one hand, and squinting to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight on her body.
The place where Yuncheng got off the car wasn’t far from Ten Miles Team, and after a fifteen-minute walk, he was pushing Nianhe into the village.
It was just after nine o’clock, and most villagers were still at work, so the village was quiet.
The Educated Youth Corps was also quiet, but there was someone who hadn’t gone to work either.
Upon hearing the sound of the car, Wang Shumei raised her voice and asked, “Who is it?”
Nianhe jumped out from the back seat: “Sister Shumei, I’m back.”
Originally on the kang (a traditional Chinese bed platform), Wang Shumei leaned out of the window upon hearing this, and upon seeing it was Nianhe, she breathed a sigh of relief and started to move down from the kang.
In the courtyard, Yuncheng said to Nianhe, “You go see her first; I’ll wait for you in the backyard.”
“Okay,” Nianhe nodded in agreement and explained, “Sister Shumei sprained her foot, I’ll go check on her first.”
The final explanation made the corners of Yuncheng’s mouth slightly lift.
Was she worried that leaving like this would make him feel uncomfortable?
Yuncheng hadn’t guessed wrong; indeed, that was what Nianhe was thinking.
Someone had looked after her the entire night and brought her all the way back; it would be unreasonable not to provide an explanation before turning to see someone else.
However, the true reason behind such thoughts was not something Yuncheng considered; he just assumed Nianhe was worried about him being unhappy.
Nianhe quickly entered the small room where Wang Shumei and Wen Lan lived, just in time to stop Wang Shumei, who was trying to get down from the kang.
“Don’t move recklessly,” Nianhe urged her to sit back, “It will hurt more if you injure it again.”
Wang Shumei touched Nianhe’s forehead and, not feeling any heat, she finally eased, “Alright, it’s good that you are back.
Did your brother bring you back?
Go entertain him first; we can talk later.”
“Okay,” Nianhe replied, and noticing the tea jar on the kang was empty, she poured some water for Wang Shumei before leaving.
Yuncheng had already pushed the bicycle to the backyard, and he wasn’t idle, but was busy drawing water into the vat.
“Brother Yuncheng, stop working,” Nianhe opened her unlocked door and said, “Come inside and rest first.”
“It’s okay, I’m not tired, you go inside first.”
“I…”
“Listen to me.”
Unable to argue with him, Nianhe shrugged helplessly and went back inside.
Her place was a bit messy, and she didn’t know what had happened the day before.
Yesterday’s clothes were thrown in a wooden tub, and the floor was covered with countless muddy footprints; even the edge of the kang was stained with dust and a few spots of mud.
Nianhe glanced at Yuncheng outside the window, but eventually just wiped the kang clean with a rag.
Just after she threw the rag aside, Yuncheng came in carrying a large cloth bag.
“The water is filled up.
Are you hungry?
I can make something for you,” he asked while looking at Nianhe.
Nianhe shook her head: “Not hungry, I had a good breakfast.”
“Well, then.”
Yuncheng placed the cloth bag on the table, and while his peripheral vision caught sight of the checkered cloth she used as a dust cover for the books, he couldn’t help asking, “Why do you cover the books with it?”
“Oh, the ground outside is just dirt, I was afraid that the dust would get the books dirty,” Nianhe explained as she approached him.
She looked up at him, saying, “Brother Yuncheng, thank you.”
Her big eyes were clear and distinct, as transparent as if one could see straight to the bottom of a clear spring.
Yuncheng paused for a moment, quickly averted his gaze, and began taking items out of the cloth bag.
Two cans of yellow peach, a bag of milk powder, a bag of salted duck eggs, and seven or eight apples.
“I have to go to work, but if you don’t feel well and don’t want to cook, you can join meals at the front yard or stay with the villagers for a few days; don’t starve yourself just because you don’t want to cook.”
While speaking, Yuncheng neatly arranged the items, finally taking out two packs of medicine from his pocket.
However, Nianhe was not concerned about the food; seeing the salted duck eggs on the table, she couldn’t help asking, “Brother Yuncheng, did you buy these things from the Cooperative Society?”
Forgive her lack of experience, it made sense for the Cooperative Society to sell duck eggs, but selling cooked salted duck eggs… was that normal?
Moreover, she belatedly felt something was off—
If she remembered correctly, nowadays the allocations of grain, oil, meat, and sugar were controlled, weren’t they?
Yuncheng lived alone in Lan County; even if there were leftovers, how much could he save?
And the things he brought for her, by normal standards, he couldn’t possibly save that much even in two years.
So where did these items… come from?
