Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 107 - 106: Lovesickness Becomes an Illness, Deep Hatred from Great Pain

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: Lovesickness Becomes an Illness, Deep Hatred from Great Pain

The Cooperative Society in the town didn’t have too many fancy items, not even ready-made clothes.

In this era, about eighty percent of clothes were made from fabric bought and sewn at home, or tailored by a dressmaker. Only larger Cooperative Societies sold ready-made clothes, and even luxurious items like woolen coats were scarce in the Cooperative Society of the provincial city.

Lin Nianhe had to give up the idea of understanding the clothing market at this opportunity.

Wang Xixi said she wanted to buy things for her wedding, but after looking around, she didn’t buy anything for herself. Instead, she bought a box of clam oil and a half-pound of assorted candy.

Holding the items, she smiled at Lin Nianhe, "My mother’s hands have been cracking recently."

"Mm," Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded, "Aunt Wang works hard."

Wang Xixi asked her, "Aren’t you buying anything?"

Lin Nianhe had been coming to the town frequently lately, constantly restocking items from her storage space, so she really didn’t need anything.

She shook her head, "There’s nothing I need to buy, let’s go get some notebooks once you’re done."

"Okay."

"What? Three hundred notebooks?"

The sales clerk looked at Lin Nianhe incredulously from behind the glass counter, "Comrade, are you sure you got it right? Who buys that many?"

The sales clerk had a thick, shiny black braid and thick eyebrows and big eyes. She was quite attractive.

Lin Nianhe smiled and shook her head, "No mistake. Our brigade is building a school and starting a literacy class. The villagers asked me to buy everything in one go to save them repeated trips."

"Tsk."

The sales clerk with the braid looked somewhat annoyed, muttered "just wait" and then turned to go to the storeroom.

Nowadays there’s no saying that ’the customer is always right’, as how much stock is sold makes no difference to the sales clerks. She even felt unlucky getting stuck with such a labor-intensive task.

Lin Nianhe waited by the counter, glanced at the time and said, "We still have time, let’s go to the State-Owned Restaurant later. I want to buy a couple of buns; I don’t feel like cooking tonight."

She was craving the meat buns from the State-Owned Restaurant.

"Sure," Wang Xixi agreed immediately, "I’ll join you."

The sales clerk took her time, but finally got the 300 notebooks and pencils that Lin Nianhe wanted.

Facing the sales clerk’s rolling eyes, Lin Nianhe paid and separated the papers and pencils into two portions, putting them into her and Wang Xixi’s baskets.

Wang Xixi looked at her, "Let me carry it, you’re too petite..."

"It’s fine, I can handle it." Lin Nianhe said, gritting her teeth and forcefully lifting the basket.

She had actually been consistently working out recently, so the weight wasn’t too much for her.

But in two or three months it would be harvest time, and she had to plan ahead for her own welfare.

Seeing her like this, Wang Xixi couldn’t help saying, "You’ll suffer during the harvest. Even as a teacher, you’ll have to participate in the rush."

Lin Nianhe put her hands on the straps, earnestly responding, "Mm, I’ll work hard."

Seeing her expression, Wang Xixi didn’t want to say anything else.

Maybe not all efforts lead to good outcomes.

She thought to herself.

After they left the Cooperative Society, Wang Xixi stacked the two baskets together and tied them to the rear seat, then slapped the beam, "Come on, sit here."

Lin Nianhe had never really sat on the crossbar of a bicycle and was a bit nervous as she moved over, she asked before sitting, "Where should I hold on?"

Wang Xixi had never carried anyone like this either and was a bit puzzled when asked.

Just then, a father rode past them on his bicycle. His older daughter was sitting in the rear seat, while his younger daughter sat on the front beam, giggling with her little hands wrapped around her father’s neck.

Lin Nianhe opened her arms to Wang Xixi, "Come on, Daxi, give me a hug."

Wang Xixi: "...!"

In the end, Comrade Daxi did not let Lin Nianhe grab her neck, feeling that it would block her view of the road.

Lin Nianhe ended up holding onto Wang Xixi’s waist, and couldn’t resist letting her mischievous hands scratch her around the waist.

"Ha ha ha... stop it, stop it!"

Wang Xixi couldn’t help the tickles and laughed while her bicycle wobbled in several arcs.

Lin Nianhe, afraid of falling into the ditch again, stopped teasing and just held onto the corner of Wang Xixi’s clothes.

But the playful laughter of the two girls still attracted quite a bit of attention.

For example, Zhou Xu, who was on his way to deliver a letter to the production team.

He was initially drawn by the girls’ laughter and couldn’t help but glance once... and then again... Huh?

"Sister-in-law... Miss Lin... Educated Youth Lin!"

Zhou Xu wasn’t sure why he called out to Lin Nianhe, but thinking about his brother Yuncheng’s lovesick and bitter expression, he pedaled hard and chased after them.

"Eh? Nianhe, did someone call you?"

Wang Xixi heard the noise and stopped the bike to look around.

Lin Nianhe also pretended to look around before finally turning towards the source of the sound.

"Mailman comrade?"

Lin Nianhe looked at him hesitantly.

This person had been with Su Yuncheng to the Educated Youth Corps, and even though it was chaotic that day, Lin Nianhe remembered.

Clearly, he was very familiar with Su Yuncheng.

Being from an intelligence background, Zhou Xu realized from Lin Nianhe’s expression that she knew about his relationship with Brother Cheng.

He wasn’t flustered, and thinking of the remittance slip in his bag, he immediately said, "Comrade Lin, what a coincidence to see you here."

Lin Nianhe nodded, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Zhou Xu continued openly, "I have a remittance slip for you today, but I didn’t bring it. If you’re staying in town for a bit, I can go back and get it for you, alright?"

He imitated Feng Wei’s demeanor, grinning, "That way, you won’t have to make another trip to town."

Lin Nianhe, hearing he had actual business, quickly nodded, "Alright, thank you, I’ll wait here..."

"No need, you go do your thing, just give me a place, and I’ll find my way there," Zhou Xu replied with a simple smile.

Lin Nianhe, remembering the meat buns at the State-Owned Restaurant won’t wait, said, "We’re planning to go to the State-Owned Restaurant, is that okay with you?"

"Sure, sure!" Zhou Xu nodded repeatedly, "No problem!"

After finishing his words, he pedaled off, as if afraid Lin Nianhe might change her mind, zooming away quickly.

Wang Xixi poked Lin Nianhe’s waist: "Let’s also get going, the State-Owned Restaurant will close soon."

Lin Nianhe immediately sat back on the crossbar: "Let’s go, let’s go, or the meat buns will be sold out."

The meat buns... were indeed sold out.

Lin Nianhe looked at the empty steamer, touching the little red cord on her wrist through her shirt sleeve.

It was of no use.

Wang Xixi, amused by her disappointed look, asked, "Are you going to buy something else?"

Lin Nianhe sulkily replied, "No more."

The two leaned on their bicycle, waiting for Zhou Xu.

After about ten minutes, Zhou Xu hadn’t arrived, but Su Yuncheng did.

He rode his bike across the street, and when he saw her, a smile tinged his cool eyebrows and eyes.

He stopped about a meter from her, parked his bike, then walked up to her: "Nianhe."

His tone was slightly rising, indicating he was probably in a good mood.

Lin Nianhe tilted her head slightly, looking into his eyes and asked, "Could it be that the mailman comrade just happened to be busy, so he asked you to deliver the remittance slip for me?"

Her eyes were dark and bright, as if she had already seen through everything.