Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 443 - 442: Birthday Gift

Chapter 443: Chapter 442: Birthday Gift

Lin Nianhe never expected that she was only trying to trap an envious educated youth girl, but ended up uncovering a big worm.

At the Educated Youth Corps, Lin Nianhe, covering her left wrist, nodded affirmatively: "Indeed, in the new year, I am destined to walk smoothly on the path of being a good person as if God helps!"

Su Yuncheng handed her the peeled orange, his eyes filled with tenderness: "You are already great."

Lin Nianhe took the orange, ate a segment, and nodded repeatedly while muttering how sweet it was and then stuffed more than half of the orange in her hand to Su Yuncheng.

Major Su, feeling the care from his partner, was in an exceptionally good mood, taking the orange without any hesitation and popping two segments straight into his mouth.

The next second, he frowned.

This taste... sweet?

Lin Nianhe also couldn’t help but frown, grabbing the water glass and taking several gulps.

"This orange... must have been soaked in vinegar!"

Su Yuncheng was also overwhelmed by the sourness, reaching for the leftover orange in Lin Nianhe’s hand, saying: "I’ll eat it."

"Just give it a rest, you’ll upset your stomach even more." Lin Nianhe wouldn’t let him eat it, placing the orange back on the orange peel and handing him a different one.

Su Yuncheng continued to peel the orange.

"Ah, this one is sweet! Yuncheng, you eat."

"..."

"It’s obvious that these two oranges must be from the same tree."

History repeated itself.

Su Yuncheng, looking at the plate of oranges, felt somewhat headache: "Let me go wash an apple for you."

He usually wasn’t picky with food, but he really didn’t want to eat something as sour as this.

Lin Nianhe shook her head, staring at the oranges, saying: "I refuse to believe that there isn’t one sweet orange in this plate!"

In this plate, indeed not a single orange was sweet.

Lin Nianhe, towards the end, was almost about to cry.

She lay on the kang table, wilted as if drenched in vinegar: "In my past life, how many orange trees must I have chopped down for these guys to come seek revenge?"

Other than this reason, she couldn’t think of any other possibilities.

Su Yuncheng rubbed her head to comfort her: "Let’s not eat anymore, I’ll take them back for Feng Wei."

Lin Nianhe glanced at the table filled with peeled oranges and suddenly said: "Yuncheng, let’s make orange preserves."

She wanted to make something, and naturally, Su Yuncheng would accompany her.

Everything needed was already prepared; the oranges had been peeled, just add water and rock sugar, boil for about ten minutes, pour into glass jars, and they can be eaten once cooled.

Lin Nianhe was never short of various glass jars, all left from eating canned fruits.

She never threw these jars away, always keeping them... always feeling they might be useful.

See, now they came in handy.

Looking at the row of glass jars lined up by the window sill, Lin Nianhe cheerfully said to Su Yuncheng: "Aunt Feng loves sweet things, take a few jars back to her later."

Su Yuncheng nodded with a smile: "Okay."

He understood her intention.

During this time living with the Feng family and the mother and son, all the meals were cooked by Aunt Feng. Although he often purchased vegetables and meat, it ultimately still burdened the elderly.

Su Yuncheng reached out his hand to Lin Nianhe, pulling her up and hugging her.

"Nianhe, having you is wonderful."

He said softly.

Lin Nianhe hugged him back, strongly agreeing with his statement: "Mmm, I think you are right."

After she finished speaking, she couldn’t help but laugh in his embrace.

Su Yuncheng spent almost the whole day by Lin Nianhe’s side. In the evening, he cooked six dishes and even made longevity noodles, inviting everyone from the Educated Youth Corps to celebrate Lin Nianhe’s birthday.

Because of the morning’s events, they didn’t make much noise, and it wasn’t much different from usual meals.

After dinner, Su Yuncheng handed a shiny bullet casing to Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe carefully took it, with bright eyes: "Is this a birthday gift? It looks so beautiful."

"Um," Su Yuncheng explained nervously, "This is the first bullet I ever fired."

He watched her facial expressions, afraid that she might not like it.

Lin Nianhe was slightly startled upon hearing this, then she gripped the casing tightly and earnestly said, "I will definitely keep it safe!"

Seeing that she really liked it, Su Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed: "I thought you wouldn’t like it."

There weren’t many things he had kept by his side for a long time. The dagger he had given her before was one, and now this bullet casing was another. The dagger was just a blade he was accustomed to using. But this bullet casing marked the beginning of his military career, the starting point of his journey up to now, it represented his perseverance and initial resolution.

He wanted to give it to her, along with his heart.

"How could I not? It’s so meaningful."

Lin Nianhe’s cheeks were slightly red. She reached up to wrap her arms around Su Yuncheng’s neck, tiptoed quickly, and kissed his cheek, "Brother Yuncheng, thank you... It’s wonderful to have you."

It was his companionship that warmed her life, it was his limitless tolerance and trust that pulled her out of the nightmares of her past life.

It was also he who taught her what love is.

Su Yuncheng only felt the tender touch like soft flower petals brushing across his face, his mind went blank for a moment.

Under the light, he saw the girl’s blushing cheeks and lost his words.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to embrace her, his arms were already empty.

Lin Nianhe took out the dagger he had given her from the drawer, handed it to him, and said, "You are leaving tomorrow. You are used to this, take it with you."

Su Yuncheng was going to be deployed tomorrow, and their next meeting would be in Beijing.

The two of them hadn’t mentioned this matter at all today, intentionally delaying the farewell.

Su Yuncheng took the dagger, then set it back on the table: "You keep it. Carry it close to you on your way back to Beijing." He pulled her into his arms again, gently patting her back to console her, "This mission really isn’t dangerous. Don’t worry, wait for me in Beijing, I’ll bring you back a gift. What would you like?"

Lin Nianhe leaned on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She whispered, "I want a ticket for your return home, bring that back for me."

A ticket home.

She wanted him to come home.

To come home safely.

Su Yuncheng hugged her tightly, nodding seriously: "Okay."

The next day, before dawn, Su Yuncheng left the Ten Miles Team.

Nobody knew where he was going, whom he was searching for, or what he was going to do.

But everyone could see that Lin Nianhe was quite down, not even the news from Wong Xiao about Shi Chengkun being prosecuted could make her smile a little.

On the first day after Su Yuncheng left, she missed him.

On the second day, she missed him, missed him.

On the third day...

Old Huang’s cow broke the chicken coop’s fence, chickens ran out, and the entire village mobilized to catch them.

Lin Nianhe sighed, temporarily put Major Su aside, rolled up her sleeves, and joined the great chicken-catching army.

This incident distracted her, and she finally managed to recover a bit.

She made a discreet phone call to Zheng Lirong about the delivery, then every night she went to the cellar, stuffing it full of goods before leaving.

She did this for almost half a month, estimating that these goods were enough to last Zheng Lirong two months before stopping.

And she, having successfully obtained a two-month leave for family visitation approved by Wong Xiao and an introduction letter from Li Da, was ready to head back to Beijing.