Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 55 - 54 She Slips Her Hand into Her Pocket
55: Chapter 54 She Slips Her Hand into Her Pocket…
55 -54 She Slips Her Hand into Her Pocket…
Lin Nianhe looked at the delivery boy’s naïve face and rubbed her ears: “What did you call me?”
Upon realizing his slip of the tongue, Zhou Xu wanted to correct himself but had no idea where to start for the explanation to be convincing.
Lin Nianhe slowly narrowed her eyes, her gaze filled with an intimidating threat: “Comrade, the relationship between Su Yuncheng and me is purely that of neighbors who grew up together.
If you spread rumors, I will report you to the commune!”
Zhou Xu laughed awkwardly, racking his brains to come up with an excuse: “Sorry, Sister Lin, I just…
you actually resemble my sister-in-law a lot!
I misspoke!”
Lin Nianhe: “…” Nobody with an IQ over twenty could come up with such a divine excuse.
She forced a smile and tried to brainwash herself, coercing her mind to accept the explanation.
“Oh fine then, just be more careful in the future.” Lin Nianhe said, her face tensed as she seriously warned, “If you talk nonsense again, I will definitely report you.”
Zhou Xu nodded repeatedly: “Sure, sure, don’t worry.”
He agreed readily, but couldn’t help but inwardly scoff.
What pure childhood neighborhood relationship!
He had heard from his sister how Brother Cheng tended to Sister Lin all night when she was sick.
And recently, he had been procuring all sorts of things that girls liked to eat, and even intended to buy milk powder…
This wasn’t about raising a childhood friend as a sister; this was clearly raising a wife as a daughter.
Embedded in Zhou Xu’s mind were the tender affections between Brother Cheng and Sister Lin.
He completely forgot about his sister’s unrequited love and her daily tears at home, which painted a picture of deep sadness.
After warning Zhou Xu, Lin Nianhe didn’t take the matter to heart—she could be misunderstood over delivering something for Li Xiaoshan to Wang Xixi, so it was perfectly normal for Zhou Xu to misunderstand her and Su Yuncheng.
She turned around, intending to help Wen Lan with the enormous parcel.
But without missing a step, Wen Lan, with one hand, swiftly carried the large package into the Educated Youth Corps’s gate.
Lin Nianhe watched her back and silently retracted her outstretched hand.
She had disrespected Sister Lan!
While she was lost in thought, Zhou Xu had already sped off like a whirlwind on his bicycle.
If one observed closely, they would notice that Zhou Xu rode his bicycle with extra force from his left foot while his right foot had to tiptoe slightly when pedaling.
But the inconvenience of his legs could not stop Zhou Xu from fleeing the scene.
He rode away as fast as he could, heading straight for Su Yuncheng’s home.
Su Yuncheng lived in a bungalow in the police station’s courtyard.
The place was tidy, with coal stacked neatly under a shed on the east side and, on the west, a cellar with a row of green onions planted along the wall.
“Brother Cheng!
Sister Lin…
*cough* Comrade Lin sent you a message!”
Zhou Xu’s intelligence always performed better when he saw Su Yuncheng.
He swiftly corrected himself and with a simpleton’s smile waved towards Su Yuncheng at the door.
Su Yuncheng had just gotten home not long ago and hadn’t started cooking yet.
He came out upon hearing the noise, extending his hand toward Zhou Xu: “Hand it over.”
He wore a clean, tidy white shirt, facial expression not as gentle as usual, eyes cold as frost—seemingly nervous.
Zhou Xu handed over the letter, but didn’t leave.
Sure enough, the next second after Su Yuncheng took the letter, he asked: “How is she?”
“She looked spirited enough.
I visited her after finishing work, and she was coming out of the Educated Youth Corps.
She probably didn’t go to work today.”
Zhou Xu omitted the part about “sister-in-law” and told everything else.
“Mhm.”
Su Yuncheng’s expression finally relaxed.
He opened the envelope and glanced at the note and money inside.
This…
Su Yuncheng closed the envelope without changing his expression and asked Zhou Xu: “Noticed anything recently?”
Zhou Xu wisely started with “Nothing much happening at Ten Miles Team,” before getting to the point: “However, there’s unrest at Nine-miles Team.
I happened to catch them holding a big meeting when I was delivering letters today.
After the Zhang Family was sentenced, those two children went back to the village and didn’t want to deal with it, they’re still arguing about that matter.”
“They don’t get to decide whether to interfere or not,” said Su Yuncheng nonchalantly.
“What about that matter?
Any news yet?”
Zhou Xu scratched his head awkwardly, clearly indicating that there was no news.
Su Yuncheng was neither surprised nor disappointed.
Zhou Xu used to be a scout under his command, and due to an injury, he was discharged and transferred to civilian work alongside Su Yuncheng.
Su Yuncheng was assigned to the police station, while Zhou Xu should have returned to the countryside to farm.
Worried that Zhou Xu would struggle with farming because of his limp, Su Yuncheng pulled some strings and got him a job as a postman.
At the time, Su Yuncheng didn’t realize that Zhou Xu could still be of use in this position, gathering intelligence from ten miles around while delivering mail.
If not for Zhou Xu, choosing a place for Lin Nianhe to move to would have been a bit of a hassle.
Zhou Xu was not nimble, but he stood up straight.
After a moment’s thought, he said, “There is another matter, though it probably isn’t related to that—the Educated Youth at Nine-miles Team have been stealing chickens and eggs from the locals and reselling them!”
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was keen.
Su Yuncheng frowned.
The outside world was never at peace, and the Educated Youth Corps was also gearing up for their third campaign.
The package for Wen Lan was sent from home, filled with a thick cotton coat made by Wen Lan’s mother and two sisters, and a hefty cotton quilt.
Both the coat and the quilt were not new; they looked like old ones that had been taken apart and then padded with an extra layer of cotton.
Such a coat and quilt naturally couldn’t be as warm as new ones, but this was the best the Wen Family could provide for Wen Lan.
Wen Lan didn’t mind the heat at all, rolling on the bed with the items and laughing like a flower blossoming.
“See, isn’t this flower pretty?
You can’t even tell it’s patched, right?
My mom’s craftsmanship is great!
Actually, my own skills are also…”
Before Wen Lan could finish showing off, their room’s door was pushed open.
All three turned to look, only to see Wang Xue standing at the door with furrowed brows, looking at Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe raised an eyebrow: “Do you need something?”
Wang Xue didn’t enter, remaining where she was, and said while looking at Lin Nianhe, “Comrade Lin, could you please watch your behavior a little?
That postman just called for you…
We didn’t mind hearing it, but if the locals heard it, they would surely gossip about the Educated Youth Corps again.”
Her voice was not too loud or too soft, just enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear.
Wang Shumei was sitting on the bed, fiddling with her letter.
Hearing this, she looked at Lin Nianhe, asking with her eyes what had happened.
Lin Nianhe smiled lightly and said, staring into Wang Xue’s eyes, “Didn’t the postman comrade explain?
He said I look like his sister-in-law and accidentally called out the wrong name.”
Wang Xue found Lin Nianhe’s smile irritating.
Thinking back to how Su Yuncheng had pushed his bike to take her home a few days ago filled Wang Xue with a bitterness like vinegar had been poured into her heart.
She clenched her fists, not wanting to let this incident pass lightly: “Are you saying I’m targeting you?
I’m considering the reputation of the Educated Youth Corps here.
Who would believe such a childish excuse?”
Lin Nianhe’s lips curled slightly: “Well, why couldn’t you believe it?”
Wang Xue was so blocked by her words she choked, pinching her own palm hard before managing to calm down, “Lin Nianhe, can you not only think of yourself when you do things?
Can you also…”
“Ah right, right, you’re correct.”
Lin Nianhe leaned back, nodding halfheartedly, “I’ll reflect on it when I get back, deeply reflect.
Should I also self-punish with three drinks?
Would that work for you?”
“What kind of attitude is this!” Wang Xue stomped her foot in anger.
She couldn’t understand how she, who came to “hold accountable,” ended up being the angry one in the end?
Lin Nianhe’s eyes lost their teasing mirth, and after a chilly glance at Wang Xue that lingered for a moment, she said indifferently, “This, of course, is an attitude of unity and friendship, as Aunt Wang specifically instructed before.
Otherwise, why do you think I managed to hold back from slapping you after you spoke your first sentence?”
“You…
You still want to resort to violence?” Wang Xue’s teeth began to chatter, and as she remembered the scene where Lin Nianhe once kicked open Widow Zhao’s door, she unconsciously stepped back.
“Of course not,” Lin Nianhe broke into a smile again, “Aunt Wang said, anyone who dares not to unite with comrades will be sent to the Great Northern Wilderness, so you’d better not stir up trouble again—”
“I’ll tattle, and I’m pretty quick at it.”
She tucked her small hands in her pockets, the person in front of her not even qualifying as an opponent.
