Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 305 - 304: Hehe, Su Yuncheng, Grandson

Chapter 305: Chapter 304: Hehe, Su Yuncheng, Grandson

What is the appropriate punishment for a disobedient child?

Su Yuncheng thought that since Lin Nianhe didn’t listen to Wang Hong, he shouldn’t be the one to punish her.

As for telling on her... he is not the kind to snitch.

Hehehe...

Lin Nianhe, remembering the dazed and foolishly happy expression of Su Yuncheng, couldn’t help but burst into joy.

Let him say things like "brother-in-law" or "fee for changing how you address someone" that afternoon to disturb the lord’s peace of mind!

Could he really grasp the idea of someone who had read over two hundred novels?

She must take her revenge!

Lin Nianhe ran into the Educated Youth Corps under the gaze of Su Yuncheng and saw that the lights in the front yard were still on.

She followed the sound to the room of the Wen family’s sisters, where she saw Miao Hongqi holding a black thread-like thing in her left hand and a needle in her right, picking at the blisters on the tearful Wen Ruannuan’s palm. Wen Qingqing and Wang Shumei were also waiting beside them.

"What are you doing?" Lin Nianhe asked.

"Picking at blisters," Wang Shumei replied, then waved her over, "Come here, how are your hands?"

Lin Nianhe stretched out her hand and shook her head: "No blisters."

Her hands were merely a bit red from the rubbing, as they were protected by a silk handkerchief, and hadn’t formed blisters.

"That’s good," Wang Shumei said with a smile, "You best go back and rest."

Lin Nianhe didn’t leave, but watched curiously as Miao Hongqi used the needle to puncture a blister on Wen Ruannuan’s palm, threading the black line through it, leaving two tail-like ends.

She asked, "Why are you using a black thread?"

"This is horsehair," replied Miao Hongqi.

"Uh... why thread horsehair?"

Miao Hongqi paused, shook her head: "I don’t know either, Aunt Li taught me this during my first year in the countryside, it prevents infection and festering."

So this was the wisdom of the working people.

Still, Lin Nianhe suggested, "I have some medicine; maybe it’s better to apply that?"

Tears smeared all over her face, Wen Ruannuan looked up upon hearing this and urged, "Then go get it."

Threading horsehair through the blister hurts the flesh, causing a burning pain.

If there’s medicine, who would want to suffer this ordeal?

"Alright, ladies, wait here; I’ll go get it right away."

...

Meanwhile, at the train station in Beijing.

"Dad, Mom, I’ve applied with the leader, and from now on please collect my allowance for me. You can keep half and send the rest to Hehe," Lin Huai Zhou said with a smile, his tone was light yet serious, "I won’t be in Beijing anymore, you two take care of your health... Dad, don’t always be stubborn with Mom, there won’t be anyone to cajole you anymore. Mom, don’t stoop to arguing with Dad, if you get mad, just hit him a couple of times, don’t keep it bottled up."

Aunt Lin’s eyes were red and swollen, she was straightening Lin Huai Zhou’s already neat collar, her voice trembling slightly: "Huai Zhou, fulfill your duties well, don’t worry about home. I will collect your allowance and save it, so when you return, I can use it for your marriage. When you’re outside... don’t try to be too brave; you’ve been headstrong since you were young, it’s time to change that. No matter what happens, be calm first; that’s the way to find good solutions..."

Tears kept falling from Aunt Lin’s eyes.

A few months ago, on this platform, she had sent her daughter away.

And a few months later, on the same platform, she would have to send away her son.

Lin Huai Zhou’s eyes also reddened as he cradled his mother’s face, wiping away her tears. He said earnestly, "Mom, serving the country is your son’s dream. No matter how hard or tiring, I will embrace it willingly."

"Mom knows, Mom knows," Aunt Lin replied with a feigned sense of relief, as she wiped her tears and touched her son’s face, "Go now, mom will be waiting for you at home."

Mr. Lin also raised his hand, solemnly patting Lin Huai Zhou’s shoulder as he said seriously, "Complete the mission, then come home."

Under the light of the platform, Lin Huai Zhou saw the slightly greyed temples and the wrinkles at the corners of his parents’ eyes.

Lin Huai Zhou took a step forward and hugged his parents tightly.

Aunt Lin’s tears fell once more as she embraced her son, the tears dropping into his hair.

Mr. Lin’s voice trembled as he said, "Alright, get on the train now, it’s about to leave."

Lin Huai Zhou muttered a response stifled with emotion.

He took a deep breath, stepping out of his parents’ embrace.

Stepping back three paces, he stood up straight and saluted, "Father, Mother, your son is about to head to the frontier, requesting permission to board!"

Aunt Lin had just wiped away her tears when they flowed again, watching her son’s determined eyes, she fought to suppress her reluctance, slowly raised her hand, and returned the salute.

Mr. Lin also saluted back, looking at his son, he slowly said, "Permission granted."

A few days ago, it was he who had personally signed his son’s deployment orders.

His comrades had tried to persuade him, saying that this mission was fraught with mortal danger. Huai Zhou was his only son; if anything happened...

Mr. Lin remembered saying: My son can’t die, but does that mean others’ sons can? I can’t send anyone else’s son to his death. If anything happens to Huai Zhou... blame me.

Lin Huai Zhou boarded the train, tossed his luggage onto the bunk and opened the window to take one last look at his parents.

The train started moving slowly, Aunt Lin still clutching his hand, refusing to let go, running alongside the train with Mr. Lin also running behind.

"Huaizhou, don’t blame your dad..." Aunt Lin, gripping Lin Huai Zhou’s fingers, said with a trembling voice.

Lin Huai Zhou smiled, "Mom, I submitted the application myself. I’m happy dad approved it."

Over the years, the time he spent with his parents was not much.

He only first met his father when he was four years old. In his memory, his parents were always busy, and his most vivid memory of them was of their backs. He learned to eat, sleep, and go to school on his own, and later, he also learned to take care of his little sister.

His little sister, a soft, delicate little girl.

She was different from their parents; she was always by his side. They ate together and she would wait by the door for him to come home from school.

When his sister said she missed their dad, he would hold her and take her to their dad’s workplace, waiting at the entrance. This way, they could see their dad many times throughout the day. Sometimes, when dad wasn’t too busy, he would even hold them for a bit.

His sister was well-behaved; she never cried or made a fuss. She was always afraid of troubling their parents. When she was sick and in pain, she would endure it until she couldn’t bear it and gently tug at his sleeve to tell him where she felt unwell, then she would quickly add, trying to comfort him, "Brother, don’t worry, I’m just a little uncomfortable, just a little."

His sister... His sister!

Lin Huai Zhou suddenly remembered the wolf lurking around his sister and panicked.

He leaned out of the train window and roared with all his might, "Mom! Keep Hehe away from that bastard Su Yuncheng!"

Aunt Lin could no longer keep up with the train, and her son’s hand was pulled out of her grasp.

She raised her hand, still hoping to catch another glimpse of her son.

The roar of the train drowned out Lin Huai Zhou’s voice, breaking it into fragments. Aunt Lin, wiping her tears, asked Mr. Lin, "Binghui, did you hear what Huai Zhou just said?"

After careful thought, Mr. Lin replied with furrowed brows, "It seemed to be about Hehe and Su Yuncheng... and something about grandsons..."

"Is he suggesting for Hehe to have a grandson with Yuncheng?"

"What? That’s nonsense! Lin Huai Zhou should think about how young my girl is! She’s just a child herself!"