Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 445 - 444: Half an Hour in and Already Disdained

Chapter 445: Chapter 444: Half an Hour in and Already Disdained

To his own wounds, Lin Huai Zhou offered only a fleeting phrase as an explanation.

He said, "Took a trip to the Northwest."

He didn’t mention that five of his squadmates were seriously injured, three were slightly injured, and two were carried home in their arms.

Nor did he say that he took the lead; shrapnel splattered on his face, nearly penetrating his eye by just a centimeter.

He kept all these to himself, suppressing the grief in his heart, afraid of frightening Lin Nianhe, scared that it might make her sick.

He smiled, extending his relatively less-injured right hand to Lin Nianhe, "Come here, let me take a look at you."

Lin Nianhe walked over, took off her military coat, sat down, tried to support him, but as she reached out her hand, she didn’t know where to touch, feeling that touching him anywhere would hurt him.

Seeing Lin Nianhe panic, Lin Huai Zhou unbotheredly smiled, "It looks scary, but there are no mortal wounds. I’ll be better before the New Year."

Lin Nianhe pressed her lips together, not responding.

She looked at Lin Huai Zhou, but she saw more than just Lin Huai Zhou.

We enjoy peace and quiet only because some people have shielded us with their flesh from the gloom.

"Look, how could this grown girl still shed golden beans?" Lin Huai Zhou smiled as he wiped the moisture from the corner of Lin Nianhe’s eye, "Don’t cry anymore, if grandpa comes in and sees this, he’ll think I’ve been bullying his precious daughter."

Lin Nianhe sniffled and asked softly, "Why aren’t you staying in the hospital?"

"The smell there is too annoying, isn’t it the same to recuperate at home?" Lin Huai Zhou said nonchalantly.

Aunt Lin came over with two glasses of water, handed them to the two kids and sat down beside Lin Nianhe, peeling an orange she casually remarked, "He refused to stay in the hospital, insisting seeing you would make him recover, if that was really so magical, you wouldn’t need to join the Cultural Troupe or the Foreign Trade Department at all; just wander around the hospital every day, you could save a lot of people." Saying this, she gave Lin Huai Zhou a glare and handed the orange to Lin Nianhe.

"My spirits lift when I see my sister happy, and that naturally leads to faster recovery, this only works for me, let others go home and see their own sisters," Lin Huai Zhou asserted confidently.

Lin Nianhe stuffed a segment of the orange into his mouth and turned to ask Aunt Lin, "Mom, does brother’s wound still need to be dressed?"

"Yes, fortunately, they’re just superficial wounds, not too difficult to handle."

Aunt Lin, though not a doctor, had often done these tasks, previously for Mr. Lin, and now it was her son’s turn.

Lin Nianhe held her hand and said, "Mom, let me take over dressing brother’s wounds from now on. I learned during my time in the countryside."

Aunt Lin somewhat doubted, "Can you handle it?"

"I can handle it, let me tell you, before..."

Lin Nianhe changed the subject, and began to tell them about Wang Xixi.

Mr. Lin, who had finished moving the luggage and was about to arrange dinner, paused to listen to Lin Nianhe’s story, after which he asked, "Is she the youngest daughter-in-law of the head of the large division?"

"Yes," Lin Nianhe nodded, "Daxi is Aunt Wang’s eldest daughter."

Mr. Lin paused to reminisce briefly, commenting, "Well, if you hadn’t said it, I wouldn’t have noticed that lady had been hurt at all."

Lin Nianhe straightened her back, lifting her chin towards Lin Huai Zhou, "Brother, trust me, I can dress your wound properly."

"Of course, I trust you, our Xiao He is the best at everything," Lin Huai Zhou said as he tousled Lin Nianhe’s hair, "With you dressing my wound, I’ll recover even faster."

Aunt Lin, uninterested in their talk, stood up saying, "Hehe, go change your clothes and wash your hands, it’s almost time to eat."

"Okay."

Aunt Lin and Mr. Lin went to prepare the meal, Lin Nianhe didn’t leave immediately, first picking up the nearby phone to call the team leader’s office to report safety.

The phone was picked immediately, and Li Dahe’s voice came through, feigning seriousness, "Hello, who’s this?"

"Uncle Team Leader, it’s me, Lin Nianhe, I’ve made it home."

Li Dahe obviously sighed in relief, but still couldn’t resist being a bit gruff, "So you’re home, why bother calling? Got money to burn?"

"I was worried you’d be anxious about my safety, unable to sleep or eat," Lin Nianhe said with a laugh, "You must remember to use the loudspeaker to notify the villagers that I’m home."

"Wishful thinking," Li Dahe snorted. "No news is good news. Phone calls waste money."

"Alright then, take care of yourself. If you need anything, just call my house. I’m usually home."

"Yeah, sure, as if I’d need something from you. Just stay put at home."

"Okay then, you take care, goodbye."

"Mhm."

Li Dahe grunted in response and hung up the phone. He lit a cigarette and after sitting for a while, he got up, went to the radio station, fiddled with the switches, cleared his throat, and shouted into the microphone: "Lin Nianhe just called; she’s home!"

The loudspeaker broadcasted the news to the whole village, and then some more grumbling from the team leader, a bit farther from the microphone: "Such a troublesome kid, even begged me to announce it..."

He didn’t finish his sentence. The broadcast abruptly stopped, as if he just remembered to turn it off.

Villagers: "Putting on airs."

After making the call, Lin Nianhe peeled an orange for Lin Huai Zhou before going to change her clothes, and quickly washed up a bit—feeling much more comfortable.

The house had heating and wasn’t cold. Lin Nianhe deliberately put on the sweater Wang Shumei knitted for her, and flaunted it in front of Lin Huai Zhou: "Brother, look, a comrade from our Educated Youth Corps made this for me, nice, isn’t it?"

Lin Huai Zhou thought everything about Lin Nianhe was great, nodding: "Yeah, my sister looks good in anything. Have you made some new friends outside?"

"Yes, it’s a birthday gift," Lin Nianhe said with a smile.

She didn’t bring back the expensive wool coat Wen Lan gave her, as it was too lavish and might arouse suspicion.

Lin Nianhe started unpacking her luggage, finding bag after bag of hazelnuts, walnuts, black fungus, and matsutake mushrooms—all sorts of edibles, piling up everywhere.

Aunt Lin carried out some dishes and upon seeing the chaotic living room, her vision darkened: "Young lady, what are you up to?"

Lin Nianhe sat on a small stool, looking up innocently at her mom: "I brought back some local specialties for you."

Aunt Lin put down the dish, loathing disorder, pointing at the mess on the floor: "Stop moving, don’t touch anything, I’ll clean it up!"

Lin Nianhe obediently "Hmm-ed," moved out of the way, and followed Aunt Lin attempting to help tidy up the mess.

Aunt Lin: "Go sit on the sofa and keep your brother company, don’t weave around my feet."

Lin Nianhe stretched out her hands: "I want to help."

"Staying still is the biggest help you can give me!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Getting shunned just half an hour after entering the house.

This seems to be happening a bit too quickly.

While organizing things by category, Aunt Lin muttered: "I can’t even imagine what a mess your dorm at the Educated Youth Corps must be... Not to mention, our house is the cleanest when you and your brother aren’t home... Once you two are back, it turns into a pigsty..."

Big Pig Lin and Little Pig Lin exchanged glances, wisely kept silent, and quietly listened to the lecture.

In the kitchen, Mr. Lin was rather baffled—

Why hadn’t his wife come back from serving dishes yet?