Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 The Truth Is Always Cruel_1 Chapter 20: Chapter 20 The Truth Is Always Cruel_1 Over the years, he had tolerated Sun Jinrong for two main reasons—one was that he genuinely liked her and wanted to grow old with her, and the other was that she had given birth to a son who was both smart and sensible.

Song Nian’s mind was in chaos, unsure of what to do.

However, when he saw the siblings about to leave hand-in-hand, his heart soured, certain that they had misunderstood the situation after seeing Jinrong’s displeased expression.

He walked over quickly, softening his voice, “I was just talking about something with your little aunt.

Let’s go, follow me home.

By the way, who did you come with?”

It was only after walking away for a while that Sun Jinrong realized she was holding something in her hand; she then ran back and stuffed it into Song Nian’s hands and forced a smile to Song Yunuan, “Little Nuan, your little aunt has some things to take care of, so go back with your dad first.

Tonight, let’s have noodles with shredded pork in hot soup.”

Song Mingsheng slurped saliva, his voice sweet as he immediately praised her, “Little aunt is so nice.”

Asheng thought about eating dried noodles, which he had only tasted once as a child and had since forgotten the flavor.

This must be thanks to his sister’s presence.

If he went back and told Grandma, she would surely say that the sun had risen from the west.

By the time Song Nian finished preparing the dried noodles with shredded pork and egg, Sun Jinrong had returned from her maternal home.

She even brought back a net bag full of eggs and a cloth bag containing several pounds of white flour.

It was said to have been given by Old Mrs.

Sun.

Old Mrs.

Sun lived in a bungalow not far from here, which was purchased with the betrothal gift money from Sun Jinrong.

Old Mrs.

Sun used to live in the countryside.

She would brag to anyone who would listen about basking in the glory of her daughter Sun Jinrong, praising Jinrong’s filial piety with ever-increasing enthusiasm.

It was as if she had sacrificed her husband and son to that very end.

They always took things from her maternal home, but Sun Jinrong had never brought the slightest thing from her maternal home.

Despite this, the Song family acted as if they saw nothing.

There was no help for it, as bringing it up would lead to an argument.

Song Nian felt as if the sun had indeed risen from the west.

But clearly, his wife’s mood was off, and her hands trembled.

When Sun Jinrong entered the room, Huzi was squatting on the ground, playing marbles with his cousin.

Marbles, that is, glass balls.

Startled by Sun Jinrong’s entrance, Huzi suddenly grabbed two marbles in his hands and shoved them into his mouth.

Song Yunuan, who was squatting nearby watching the fun, reacted quickly, grabbed Huzi’s head and pressed it down, then scooped the two marbles out of his mouth.

Disdainfully throwing them to the ground, she said, “These aren’t sugar balls.

What are you stuffing them into your mouth for?”

Huzi cried out of grievance, “My aunt wanted them from me the other day, and I didn’t want to give them to my cousin, so I lied to my mother and said they were lost.

But now my mother will definitely find out, boo hoo, my marbles.”

His words turned Sun Jinrong’s face a mixture of red and white.

Song Nian gave her a fierce glare but still held back his anger, “Why are you standing there?

Go fry some eggs for the kids, I’ll set the table.”

Song Yunuan led the two children out to wash their hands.

In the room, Sun Jinrong seized the opportunity to pull Song Nian aside, “I…

I…

Let’s go back to Erdao River Village.”

She was a bit scared now.

Just now, when she returned home, she noticed Old Mrs.

Sun’s gaze on her was dark and ominous.

What if something happened to the children?

Before Song Nian could answer, he heard Song Yunuan instructing Huzi, “I’m telling you, there have been a lot of impostors recently in the county posing as grandmothers, uncles, and the like, duping kids with peanut brittle.

Don’t go off with strangers, not even if they are your grandma, uncle, or cousin, in case they are fakes who will take you to the slaughterhouse and chop you up.”

Huzi was in the first grade at primary school and was eight years old now.

He had double hundreds in his exams.

He asked, puzzled, “Can grandmothers and uncles also be impostors?”

“Yeah, swindlers are really good at disguises, they can look exactly like them, and you won’t be able to tell.”

“Then, what if a swindler pretends to be my dad and mom?”

Huzi’s mind was quite nimble.

“That’s easy, you guys can come up with a secret signal to identify each other.”

Huzi was thrilled, although he knew his grandmother and uncle were unlikely to come for him, but coming up with a secret signal with his mom and dad sounded like so much fun.

After exchanging a glance with Song Nian, Sun Jinrong took a deep breath and suddenly said, “Let’s not leave yet.

I have to take back what belongs to me.”

For instance, the longevity lock Little Nuan spoke of.

And all the things that had been taken from her over the years.

Soon after, Song Nian urged, “Hurry up and set the table, Little Nuan must be starving.”

A large plate of golden scrambled eggs, two dishes of pickled vegetables, and a big bowl of fragrant pork noodle soup.

Not to mention Asheng, whose eyes were glued to the dishes, even Song Yunuan unconsciously started salivating.

Since returning home, she had had nothing but cornmeal and millet, and hadn’t eaten any fine grains yet.

In that era, rice and wheat flour were referred to as fine grains.

Especially after running around all afternoon, she was both tired and hungry.

The dinner at Song Nian’s house was unprecedentedly lavish, and no one spoke at the table; they just ate in silence.

In the end, it was cleaned out by several people, even the soup was all drunk up.

Huzi even said to Song Yunuan, “Sister, is it okay if you always stay at my house?”

Asheng tugged at his sleeve, “I want to stay too.”

Song Yunuan smiled and said, “We’re going back tomorrow afternoon.”

This was said for Sun Jinrong to hear.

The generous hospitality today was probably because she had just returned to the Song family, but whether it would continue tomorrow remained to be seen.

It was better to be self-aware.

Sun Jinrong sincerely said, “Little Nuan and Asheng, stay for a few more days.” She paused for a moment, her voice a bit hoarse, “Tomorrow noon, let’s make dumplings.”

Asheng’s eyes widened in amazement.

He quickly hugged his sister.

He had decided, from now on, wherever his sister went, he would follow.

Meanwhile, at the Pear Tree Brigade of Striving Hard Commune.

The man riding backward on a donkey delivered Old Mr.

Ji to the eastern part of the village, to Ji Chunxiu’s house.

The man stood at the doorway, laughing heartily, “Dr.

Ji, are you home?”

As soon as his words fell, a six or seven-year-old girl with two small braids ran out of the house and stood in the courtyard, curiously looking at Old Man Ji and the man.

In just that moment, Old Man Ji felt the world spinning.

The little girl looked almost exactly like his daughter when she was little.

He saw the medicinal herbs drying in the courtyard, the three thatched huts, and as his daughter, Ji Xinyi, walked out of the house and looked at him with unfamiliar eyes, Old Man Ji gripped the man’s cart handle tightly.

The man jumped, startled, “What’s the matter, old man?

Are you okay?”

Then he scratched his head, “Well, I’ve brought you here, the cart fare…”

Old Man Ji took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

Little Nuan had said that his daughter had lost her memory.

Now it seemed indeed true.

This day was probably destined to be anything but peaceful.

Meanwhile, in Erdao River Village.

It was a gathering of distinguished individuals.

Leaders from the county, the commune chief, and representatives from both the county and commune Women’s Federations were all at the brigade headquarters.

Song Liang sat in a corner, looking somewhat downcast.

If they criticized him, he might have felt a bit better inside; but Deputy County Mayor Zhao and the others ignored him entirely, and that made him feel even worse.

In the middle of the clearing, on a chair, sat Old Woman Mrs.

Wang.

Old Woman Mrs.

Wang confessed that she was planning to sell her two granddaughters.

The middleman was Old Woman Zhu from Wayao Village.

The deposit had already been received.

Ten yuan for one child.

The older one to be a child bride, and the fate of the younger one was unknown.

Big Sister Qian was so angry that her face turned ashen!