Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 463 - 462: Treating Courting Death as an Everyday Affair

Chapter 463: Chapter 462: Treating Courting Death as an Everyday Affair

Brother, it’s a special kind of human with a natural suppression in the bloodline.

For many people, the only difference between a big brother and a father is that the big brother’s dad isn’t your grandpa.

Even sometimes, a big brother can be more daunting than a father.

For Sie Yufei, his big brother is the scariest person in the family. When he does something wrong, at most his dad will give him a beating, but his big brother won’t hit him. Instead, he will train him according to the highest military standards for a week to several months, depending on how serious his big brother thinks the mistake was.

Compared to that, Sie Yufei would rather take a beating from old dad, even two.

God knows how happy he was two years ago when his big brother was transferred to Shanghai! He thinks that Shanghai is a great place, perfectly suitable for his big brother to stay for a lifetime—of course, he himself would definitely never go to Shanghai, not even pass by on a train.

He was originally enjoying the freedom of not having his big brother around, but today, he was abruptly pulled back into harsh reality.

Sie Yufei looked at the serious Sie Yuguo, opened his mouth, made no sound, and just silently lowered his head.

Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruannuan beside him didn’t dare to speak either. Sie Yuguo’s presence was too overwhelming, giving them a feeling that if they made a peep, he would eat them.

Lin Nianhe’s gaze quickly swept over Sie Yufei’s face and then timidly moved behind Su Yuncheng, softly saying to him, "Brother Sie is so scary."

Su Yuncheng: "...?"

He turned his head and saw Lin Nianhe’s panicked eyes, the little girl clutching his clothes like a frightened deer.

Su Yuncheng patted Lin Nianhe’s head soothingly and took a step forward to stand in front of Sie Yuguo, "That’s enough."

Sie Yuguo looked at Su Yuncheng suspiciously, completely not understanding what he was up to.

He has always been in charge of his three younger siblings, and he had never seen Su Yuncheng speak up for these little bastards before.

Sie Yuguo glimpsed the edge of the coat behind Su Yuncheng, Lin Nianhe’s.

Sie Yuguo: "..."

This guy is hopeless, really, beyond salvation.

Sie Yuguo rolled his eyes at him, picked up his luggage, and turned to leave.

The Wen family’s sisters sighed in relief as if surviving a catastrophe, patted their chests, and took the suitcase from Sie Yufei’s hands.

Lin Nianhe, holding onto Su Yuncheng’s coat, gave him a pleasing smile, "Thanks, Brother Yuncheng."

Of course, Su Yuncheng knew that she was putting on that pitiful look just now to protect Sie Yufei, but...

Seeing her look at him with such dependent eyes, how could he disappoint her?

Su Yuncheng didn’t say much more, just tied the luggage to the back of his bicycle.

Only after securing the luggage did Sie Yufei come back to his senses.

He slapped his own face, looking blankly at Lin Nianhe, "Xiao He, am I... saved?"

"Saved, but not completely saved," Lin Nianhe said, "After all, you still have to go home."

Sie Yufei inhaled sharply as if his teeth ached and muttered quietly, "My big brother is so powerful... can’t he be sent to Antarctica for diplomacy? Isn’t establishing friendly relations with penguins important anymore?"

Lin Nianhe: "You take care, I’ll go apologize to your big brother."

Some people, treat courting death as their daily life.

Under Lin Nianhe’s displeased gaze, Sie Yufei dared not continue to strut about, and earnestly pushed his bicycle loaded with luggage towards the courtyard.

The station was not too far from the courtyard, about a twenty-minute walk. At first, the three girls chattered, but as they approached the courtyard, the Wen family’s sisters fell increasingly silent.

The masks that they had long not worn, ultimately fell back onto their faces.

Lin Nianhe paused a street away from home, remembering something Comrade Old Lin had mentioned casually recently.

She pulled the Wen family’s sisters aside and said softly, "I heard from my dad that Uncle Wen is planning to send you two to the Cultural Troupe."

Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruannuan were both stunned, looking at Lin Nianhe in astonishment.

"No, that can’t be right? Dad hasn’t told us anything." Wen Qingqing frowned slightly; despite the surprise, she managed to control her emotions well and didn’t shout.

"I only heard about this from my dad in these past few days too, when he and Uncle Huang visited Ten Miles Team. He mentioned this to me then, but I didn’t think much of it..." Lin Nianhe looked at the two of them, "If Uncle Wen hasn’t mentioned it to you, maybe he’s changed his mind again."

Wen Ruannuan pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Dad didn’t tell us, not because he has changed his mind, but because he thinks it’s unnecessary."

One knows their own father best. As long as he thinks it’s the right thing, he will just go ahead, the opinions of his children are not important.

Wen Qingqing tugged on her sister’s arm and feigned composure with a smile, "Going to the Cultural Troupe is pretty good too, so many people want to join but can’t... At least we won’t have to do farm work."

She said these words of consolation, but her expression was anything but relaxed.

What did joining the Cultural Troupe mean?

It meant that they had to be the commendable good children admired by everyone in the courtyard, walking at a controlled pace, being mindful of their speaking volume, even sipping water gradually.

The freedom of Ten Miles Team was, after all, only a dream.

Now, it was time for the dream to end.

Wen Qingqing closed her eyes briefly, and when she looked at Lin Nianhe again, the prideful brilliance in her eyes was gone; she was once again the gentle and sensible Eldest Sister Wen.

"Nianhe, if we don’t go back, we’ll trouble you to mail the remaining luggage back to us," she said with a soft smile, her voice extremely gentle.

Lin Nianhe felt as though she saw a large hand reaching out, tearing the Wen Qingqing who would fight and proactively seek hearing aids apart from the one she was now.

She swallowed the dryness in her throat and nodded gently, "Okay."

After a pause, she couldn’t hold back and added, "If you don’t want this, we can think of another way."

"I know, but this is the best choice for the both of us," Wen Qingqing firmly held her sister’s hand, "We don’t want to do farm work, nor do we want to be restricted... But how can we have everything we want? I’m not that greedy, nor that ungrateful."

Wen Ruannuan had also recovered a bit by then, she laughed and extended her hands towards Lin Nianhe; her usually pale palms now had a lot of calluses, she said, "Nianhe, though these six months of freedom let me experience hardships I never faced in the past twenty years... I don’t want to go back, I’m scared that next time I chop down trees, it could be me getting hit."

Lin Nianhe looked at their tearful eyes, and after a moment, she opened her arms and embraced them both.

"Since you’ve decided, then let it go." She patted their backs, "You have to work hard, and if there are performances in the future, remember to reserve a ticket for me—I want to watch."

"Okay!"

"If there are new Head Flowers, remember to buy them for us, we definitely won’t be able to snatch them up in Beijing..."

"No problem, once I get back I’ll make Uncle Wong agree, if he doesn’t, I’ll just sit in a protest in front of his office..."

"Haha, good idea..."

For people who are clear-headed, some problems are not so difficult to solve.

There might be regrets, but they know which path is the most suitable for them.