Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 175 - 174 Niuwa

Chapter 175: Chapter 174 Niuwa

Regarding the question of love or not, Lin Nianhe asked directly.

Comrade Wen Lan and Comrade Wang Shumei also gave a warm and patient answer:

"Are you three years old? Can’t you order your own food?"

"If you can’t even stomach meat, there’s no place for you in this world."

At that moment, Lin Nianhe really really wanted to fight with them.

Looking at Wang Shumei, then at Wen Lan...

Friendship, your name is tolerance!

Lin Nianhe consoled herself, wiped her hands, and used chopsticks to eat.

Niuwa stared with wide eyes, carefully watching them, quietly eating without making a sound.

Wang Shumei, who had rich experience in taking care of kids, naturally looked after him, picking fish bones and serving him food with ease, not making him feel uncomfortable at all.

The heat from the dumpling soup hit his face, Niuwa gulped down his food, tears falling into his bowl and he swallowed them all in a gulp.

The meal was quickly finished, Niuwa sat on a stool, carefully watching Lin Nianhe, holding the hem of his clothes, wanting to speak but not daring to.

Lin Nianhe asked Wang Shumei: "Where is there a bathhouse in town?"

Wang Shumei was baffled: "How would I possibly know that?"

Lin Nianhe: "Sigh, relying on you guys to share my worries is impossible, it really is up to oneself in life."

She took Niuwa’s hand and stood up, chin lifted as they walked toward the nearby police station, totally missing the eye rolls given by the two behind them.

Wen Lan and Wang Shumei followed behind on their bicycles, it was Wen Lan’s first visit to the town, she found everything curious, occasionally tugging at Wang Shumei to ask questions.

Lin Nianhe ignored them, taking a familiar route to the entrance of the police station, smiling at Uncle Liu inside: "Uncle, have you eaten?"

"Ah?" Uncle Liu saw her, a smile appearing on his usually stern face, "Yes, I have, what brings you here today?"

"I came to buy some things in town, coincidentally met the kid from the neighboring village," Lin Nianhe, holding Niuwa’s hand, waved at Liu, "I wanted to ask you, where is there a bathhouse in town?"

"It’s inside the family courtyard of the police station," Uncle Liu leaned forward and glanced at the little muddy Niuwa held by Lin Nianhe, "This little bastard isn’t even as tall as a stool, can he wash by himself?"

"Then could you help me find a reliable comrade to help him take a bath?" Lin Nianhe asked slyly, smiling.

"Alright." Uncle Liu agreed instantly, looked at Lin Nianhe, then yelled, "Fatty Feng! Come here!"

"Yes, yes, coming!"

Feng Wei rolled over.

Upon seeing Lin Nianhe, he initially wanted to call her "sister-in-law," but changed it last moment to "Sister Lin."

"Brother Feng, hello." Lin Nianhe smiled, "Could you please take this kid to have a bath?"

"Uh, I’m on duty..." Feng Wei started, looking towards Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu simply rolled his eyes: "Are we missing one to answer the phones? Go quickly, I said it’s okay."

"Alright, going now!"

After Feng Wei went back to greet his colleagues, Lin Nianhe squatted down and said to Niuwa: "Niuwa, you go have a bath with that brother first, I’ll be right here waiting for you, then we’ll go see grandpa, okay?"

Niuwa seemed nervous, clutching his clothes and looking eagerly at her: "You’re... not going?"

"I can’t bathe with you." Lin Nianhe smiled, "Don’t be scared, he’s a good person."

"Okay." Niuwa pursed his lips and nodded.

He still looked a bit scared, but didn’t dare to express any opinions.

Lin Nianhe took a candy from her pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, pinched his cheek, and said: "Make sure you get cleaned up, don’t be scared."

"Um."

Feng Wei quickly came out and left with little Niuwa.

Lin Nianhe watched them go away, then turned to Uncle Liu with a grin, "Uncle, can I ask you for a favor?"

Uncle Liu shook his newspaper, "What is it? Anything else?"

Lin Nianhe rested his cheek on one hand and explained the situation lightly, flattering the old man until his eyes reddened.

"Look, Uncle Niu has been sentenced, and recently he even cooperated with Brother Yuncheng’s work, which could be considered as a meritorious performance, right? Could you let the grandfather and grandson meet once? Otherwise, the elder will worry, and the younger won’t live well either," Lin Nianhe said.

Uncle Liu sighed deeply, visibly moved.

He took a sip of tea and nodded, "When Fatty Feng comes back, I’ll have him take you."

"Alright, thank you," Lin Nianhe said smilingly, her eyes curving, she thanked him and then cautiously added, "Do we need to fill out an application?"

"No need, I will call them in a moment," Uncle Liu waved his hand, "Go on with your work, stop bothering me here."

"Got it, you rest, I will come back later."

Lin Nianhe walked to her bicycle, tugged Wen Lan’s arm to sit on the crossbeam, and tilted her chin toward her, "Let’s go, we are heading to the Cooperative Society."

Wen Lan looked puzzled at her, "What for?"

"To eat?"

"You silly girl, how can you eat at the Cooperative Society?"

"So please tell, other than shopping, what else can one do at the Cooperative Society?"

"..."

Feng Wei first took Niuwa home to grab bathing essentials, and found some clothes from his childhood for him, then they headed to the public bathhouse.

Niuwa was quiet along the way, sucking on the candy Lin Nianhe had given him, reluctant even to swallow too much saliva.

Feng Wei washed him from head to toe, and after dressing him in clean clothes, he was pleased, "Hey, the little bastard turns out quite handsome."

Niuwa was indeed handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes like a little girl, but too thin, his ribs distinctly visible, his frail body swaying in Feng Wei’s clothes.

When Lin Nianhe saw him, she raised her hand to poke Wen Lan’s waist, "Sister Lan, let’s make two sets of clothes for Niuwa when we return."

Wen Lan nodded, patting the fabric she had just bought from the Cooperative Society inside her bundle, "I’ll make them tonight."

Lan County’s prison wasn’t far, just ten miles north of the town, a fifteen-minute bike ride. Calling it a prison was a bit modest as it resembled more of a farm; the prisoners worked daily and had scheduled educational sessions.

Feng Wei braked at the entrance, telling Lin Nianhe, "Sister Lin, it’s better if you girls don’t go inside. I’ll take Niuwa, and you can wait here at the entrance."

Lin Nianhe nodded, taking a large bundle from Wang Shumei’s embrace and handing it to Feng Wei, "Brother Feng, please take care of this, these items are for Uncle Niu."

Afterwards, she rubbed Niuwa’s head, telling him, "Listen to brother, you can come again."

Niuwa’s eyes brimmed with tears, and he nodded with his lips pursed.

Feng Wei held Niuwa with one hand and the bundle with the other, spoke a few words to a colleague at the gate, and thanks to Uncle Liu’s phone call, they easily met with Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu had aged even more.

He had left all his money to Niuwa; naturally, his own days weren’t good. In just a month, he seemed to have aged a decade.

He came following an order, not knowing who requested to see him this time; suddenly seeing Niuwa, he froze, staring blankly at the child he had raised with rice paste, not daring even to blink.

He dreamt such dreams every night.

He was terrified that if he moved, the dream would end.

"Grandpa!"

Like in the dreams, the little bastard ran toward him while calling out, smearing him with tears and snot.

Only today, this dream felt exceptionally real.