Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 184 - 183 My Neighbor Is Frail and Cannot Take Care of Himself

Chapter 184: Chapter 183 My Neighbor Is Frail and Cannot Take Care of Himself

"Having childhood friends from the same courtyard going to the same production brigade in the countryside together, Lin Nianhe didn’t feel surprised at all. In fact, she even thought two was too few.

That’s the ’circle culture’ of Beijing: people from the same courtyard naturally work at the same place, send their kids to the same school, and when it comes to big events like going to the countryside, they habitually stick together. In later generations in Beijing, many close family friendships begin with going to the countryside—eating, living, and working together. Even if there were disagreements at the time, once back in the city and reminiscing about the hard times, conflicts would turn into anecdotes shared with laughter.

Lin Nianhe hung up the phone and leaned on the desk, reminiscing about the Wen family’s sisters.

After she traveled here, she lived in the courtyard for a month before going to the countryside, gaining some basic understanding of the courtyard’s neighbors.

However, because the original host had different levels of intimacy with them, her understanding of each person varied. For example, Fourth Sie, who had fought with the original host since childhood, Lin Nianhe not only knew that he liked scallions but not cilantro but also knew that he had a crush on the Guan Family’s eldest daughter from Baishun Alley, wandering there with or without reason... However, Miss Guan, a gentle and proper lady, said to him seventy-two times, ’Get lost, you bastard.’

The Wen family’s sisters were among the neighbors with whom she had no direct interaction and were relatively strangers. Lin Nianhe’s understanding of them mainly came from Aunt Lin’s occasional sighs.

Aunt Lin said, the two Wen girls always spoke softly, and their laughter was gentle and weak—they looked so well-behaved and sensible.

Aunt Lin also said, Hehe, you don’t need to force yourself to emulate them. Your Aunt Wen joined the Cultural Troupe at sixteen and hasn’t had a quarrel with anyone in decades. Their family naturally has a gentle gene.

Lin Nianhe thought about it, and as she did, she wrinkled her nose and put on a mask of suffering.

The others’ kids are chasing after me, which makes her a bit sad.

Mainly because she really wasn’t very good at interacting with such frail and delicate girls—what if she said something wrong and made them cry loudly?

That would be tricky...

Lin Nianhe had a headache, and soon, the news that troubled her even more came—

’Miss Lin, come with me to the train station the day after tomorrow to receive the new educated youths,’ Li Dahe returned to the production team office, saw Lin Nianhe still there, and spoke to her, ’Our production team has two new female comrades from Beijing. Since you’re idling around every day with nothing serious to do, come with me.’

’Ah, I know,’ Lin Nianhe looked at him with a slightly complex expression, ’My dad just called me about this, they’re neighbors from our same courtyard.’

Li Dahe’s eyes lit up: ’That’s great then! Kids from your place are not fussy.’

Li Dahe still remembered when he first received Lin Nianhe. Although this little bastard looked like a complete waste, she never complained about the hard rural life from the beginning to the end and never made a fuss about wanting to go home.

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment and gently reminded: ’Uncle Team Leader, those two neighbors of mine, they’re really nice people, but they are rather soft and frail, please be more patient with them.’

Lin Nianhe felt that as fellow villagers, she should look out for them as much as she could.

Not only to take care of the Wen family’s sisters but also to keep Captain Li’s mood stable, to prevent an already scarce amount of hair from suffering a greater calamity.

Captain Li understood Lin Nianhe, and after mulling over her words, he got the point.

Captain Li stroked his thinning hair, gazed into the distance with sorrow.

He really wanted to flip the train tracks, making that train turn back home.

...

Lan County’s train station was rarely crowded, but when it was bustling with people, the locals knew—new educated youths were arriving.

’Sigh...’

Li Dahe squatted beside the ox-cart, puffing on his tobacco pipe and sighing.

Since that day Lin Nianhe gave him a heads up, he had been immersed in sorrow, sighing involuntarily in his dreams several times, nearly getting kicked out of bed by Aunt Li.

Seeing him like this, Lin Nianhe tried to make conversation to distract him: ’Uncle Team Leader, how is Brother Xiao Shan and Daxi’s wedding preparation going?’

Lin Nianhe figured that thinking of some joyous occasion might comfort Uncle Team Leader’s fragile heart when he’s feeling down, but—

’Sigh!’"

Li Dahe’s sighs grew louder.

Lin Nianhe was totally confused.

Wasn’t his son getting married something to be happy about? Just two delicate female educated youth, they couldn’t possibly be that destructive, right?

Of course, Lin Nianhe didn’t know that now when anyone mentioned Li Xiaoshan and Wang Xixi’s wedding, the first thing that came to Li Dahe’s mind was his wife.

The closer the wedding date, the more irritable Aunt Li became, the more displeased she looked at him.

In the past, Aunt Li just disliked him for not working, but these past few days she’d even started to complain about his hair—"Don’t fuss over those few strands of yours, if you ask me, it’s better to just shave it all off and be done with it, you’d look more spirited. As you are now, those in the know are aware your son is getting married; those who don’t think you’re about to witness four generations under one roof!"

Captain Li felt wronged.

He had been balding for over a decade already, was it not a bit late for his wife to start complaining now?

Though he felt aggrieved, he didn’t dare to argue back, otherwise—"Oh, so you’ve got a mouth now, huh? If you put all that energy you waste on talking into working, would I have to nag you all day? Xiao Shan! Don’t say your old mother didn’t warn you, if later you end up just like him, all hands and no work, and your mother-in-law comes at you with a shovel, don’t expect me to step in! It’s only because my mom passed away early..."

That night, Li Dahe had a dream about his long-deceased mother-in-law, a strong and vigorous old lady, chasing him all night long with a shovel. As she chased, Li Dahe argued until just before dawn he convinced his mother-in-law, who felt very guilty and suggested they go hide together...

It’s tough being the team captain, but even tougher being a husband...

Li Dahe took drags from his smoking pipe, filled with complaints he had nowhere to vent.

He looked around and caught sight of Lin Nianhe.

"Did they bring you out here for fun? Aren’t those two your neighbors? Hurry up and find someone, am I supposed to call you?"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

She felt as if a flying wok had come out of nowhere and smashed straight onto her head.

She pursed her lips and muttered softly: "I refuse to stoop to the level of those with a worrying amount of hair."

"Hey you little bastard!"

Lin Nianhe outright ignored Li Dahe’s impotent rage, leaped onto the ox cart in a single bound, stood on tiptoes, and scoured over the swarming crowd, searching for the familiar faces of the Wen family’s sisters.

"Fuck... what the hell are you doing? Why the shove? You trying to cop a feel or something?"

"What’s going on? You’re in a hurry? What’s got you so antsy? Rushing to be reincarnated?"

Amidst the clamor, a distinctive Beijing accent, rapid-fire yet crystal clear, grabbed Lin Nianhe’s ears.

The voice, a girl’s voice, but those words...

Lin Nianhe pondered, there was no way it could have been said by the Wen family’s sisters.

She remembered distinctly, they spoke softly and tenderly, much like Wang Xue’s gentle Wu dialect.

Cursing in the streets? Impossible. The Wen family certainly had some gentle genes in their lineage!

Such were her thoughts, yet her gaze involuntarily followed the sound.

Two girls in army green outfits, faces as small as palms, with gentle brows and shining eyes, and slick braids... most importantly, they looked remarkably similar to the Wen family’s sisters from Lin Nianhe’s memories!

Lin Nianhe stared at them and murmured to herself: "First off, let’s exclude the possibility that these two are the Wen girls..."

"Secondly, even if their last name truly is Wen, they definitely can’t be Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruannuan."

"Consequently, my Uncle Wen might have two illegitimate daughters, and their mom happens to resemble Aunt Wen."

"Oh, Uncle Wen is such a scumbag."