Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 310 - 309: Human Instincts

Chapter 310: Chapter 309: Human Instincts

Uncle Guan and Accountant Zhao exchanged glances.

One was an old soldier who had traversed grasslands and climbed snowy mountains, the other an accountant who had seen many ups and downs and was a high school senior; the elder and the younger once were the most perceptive pair in the entire Ten Miles Team.

They were both certain that Xiao Su was irritated when he first saw Miss Lin.

Both had intended to put in a good word for Lin Nianhe, but who would have thought that with just one sentence and one gesture, the girl had instantly softened Xiao Su’s ice-cold demeanor, just like taming his own pet big wolf dog.

For a moment, both men revealed a meaningful smile together.

To be soothed by such a simple sentence meant this girl was held very dear to his heart.

Lin Nianhe paid no attention to the looks the two men sent from behind, instead she tilted her small face up and asked Su Yuncheng, "Brother Yuncheng, which room are you staying in at the Uncle Team Leader’s house? I’ll go get your clothes and find a raincoat for you, or you’ll get sick like this."

Su Yuncheng sipped on the brown sugar ginger water Lin Nianhe poured for him, which even knowing it came from boiling a whole pot, felt sweeter than the one Wen Lan gave him earlier in the fields.

He said, "No need, don’t go out again. I used to lay in the snow overnight; this little rain is nothing."

Because she had just been about to tell Uncle Guan a story, Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but recall Su Yuncheng’s capture by the enemy.

That story Su Yuncheng never had a chance to finish, and to this day, Lin Nianhe filled in the blanks with images of him being tortured and beaten and yet refusing to utter a word, which pained her heart every time she thought about it.

Now to hear him mention lying in the snow overnight...

Instantly, the image of the big wolf dog, drenched from head to toe, carried all the halo of a hero.

Lin Nianhe’s heart ached so much her eyes reddened, feeling that her being able to still see Su Yuncheng alive was a special care from God.

She wrinkled her nose and said, "But that was because there was no other choice; under conditions that allow it, how can one not take care of their health?"

Her voice carried a sobbing tone and sounded extremely tender.

This was the first time Su Yuncheng had seen Lin Nianhe with tears in her eyes.

Alone in a foreign land, she didn’t cry;

Life was hard, she didn’t cry;

Even at the brink of life and death, she didn’t cry.

But for him, she shed tears.

Instantly, Su Yuncheng panicked. He wiped off the mud on his hands, clumsily trying to wipe her tears away, "Don’t cry, Nianhe, don’t go out. I’ll listen to you, I’ll go change right now, okay?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

It’s done, she seemed to have a fever.

Her body temperature was rising too fast!

Her heart was pounding rapidly... this time it was a serious illness.

Su Yuncheng, inexperienced in comforting girls, could only clumsily wipe Lin Nianhe’s tears, muttering the same few sentences over and over.

Lin Nianhe repeated the mantra "emptiness is form" in her heart a thousand times to barely calm herself.

She lowered her eyes and stopped looking at Su Yuncheng, she pushed him gently with her hand and sniffled, "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and go, remember to wear a raincoat."

"Alright alright, I’m going now." Su Yuncheng was sweating profusely, hurriedly rushing into the rain, even forgetting to take his carrying pole.

Lin Nianhe laughed as she watched his retreating figure.

It wasn’t until he was out of sight that she turned around, planning to continue acting as a human wringer.

But when she turned back, she saw that Uncle Guan and Accountant Zhao had stopped working, each holding sunflower seeds, both faces filled with amusement as they watched her.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Can’t these two do their work without her?

At their age, how could they be so unserious?

Tsk, the warehouse squad would have to break up without her.

Lin Nianhe’s cheeks slightly blushed, she silently returned to her small stool, burying her head in wiping down the corn.

"Miss Lin ah, Xiao Su is actually quite good, you should cherish him, don’t throw tantrums."

"Look at that, he works here with neither pay nor points. What for? Isn’t it just because he’s afraid you won’t finish the work and end up complaining, so he specifically came to help!"

"Even though there is a harvest break in the city, he is not from the countryside."

"I’ve been watching these past few days, Xiao Su really knows how to work, he’s no worse than the boys in our village."

"But you two can’t rush into marriage. You’re an educated youth, and if you get married here, you’ll automatically lose your status as an educated youth and won’t be able to go back to Beijing."

"Girl, did you hear what we’re talking about?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She was only blinded by appearances, but they were already considering marriage for her.

This really is... a heavy dose of concern.

Usually chatty Lin Nianhe also didn’t know what to say at this moment.

It’s not that the topic is bad, but the company is wrong!

If it was Aunt Wang or Principal Wu talking to her about this, she could follow along with the conversation, but with these two...

Lin Nianhe’s mouth opened and closed, pondering back and forth for a long time, eventually managing to say dryly: "Heard it, remembered it, understood it."

Uncle Guan still wasn’t quite assured, staring into her eyes he asked: "Did you really hear?"

"Really heard it."

"Really remembered?"

"Really remembered."

"Really under..."

"Uncle, I have a question I’d like to ask you." Lin Nianhe quickly interrupted him.

Without thinking, Uncle Guan asked: "What’s the matter?"

Did Lin Nianhe have any question? She looked around and, seeing the heavy rain outside, asked: "This rain is coming down so hard; it shouldn’t last too long, right? Can’t we just wait until the weather clears up before harvesting the corn?"

When it came to farming issues, Uncle Guan instantly forgot about the trivial matter of the younger generation’s romantic involvement.

He unconsciously furrowed his brow and replied with another question: "Do you know when the rain will stop?"

Lin Nianhe blinked: "No idea, but isn’t it said that the older generation can estimate by watching the rain?"

"Xiao Lin," Accountant Zhao interjected, "Empiricism is the most deceptive, narrow personal experience is not universal truth, you should have learned this in your political classes, right?"

Lin Nianhe: "Uh, learned..." maybe?

Taking over the conversation, Uncle Guan continued: "If we knew when it would stop, everything would be easy to say. What if it keeps raining non-stop? What if the cornstalks rot in the field? How much would be lost? After a whole year, we can’t take that risk."

Lin Nianhe nodded slowly, understanding.

It’s not that they can’t predict weather changes; it’s that even if they could, they wouldn’t dare wager on the chance of sunny weather.

They would make the worst assumptions, only to ensure the maximum safeguarding of the harvest.

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, looking at the yellow corn cobs on the ground, she fell into deep thought.

As she was lost in her wild thoughts, Su Yuncheng came back.

He had changed his clothes, wearing a black raincoat, to fetch the carrying pole and baskets.

His hands were also cleaned, he stuffed a white rabbit creamy candy into Lin Nianhe’s mouth, then took off the coat hidden under his raincoat and draped it over her shoulders.

"If you’re feeling unwell, say something. Don’t just tough it out," he instructed.

"Okay," Lin Nianhe said with the candy in her mouth, her eyes smilingly curved.

Su Yuncheng then exchanged a few pleasantries with Uncle Guan and Accountant Zhao before taking the carrying pole and bamboo baskets and leaving.

Lin Nianhe looked up, and not surprisingly, those two were once again looking at her with amusement in their eyes.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Indeed, being a spectator is human nature.