Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 469 - 468: The Love Story of My Parents

Chapter 469: Chapter 468: The Love Story of My Parents

The hustle and bustle of Earth has nothing to do with the changing of the sun and moon; in the blink of an eye, Chinese New Year’s Eve arrived.

Lin Nianhe got up early, dressed in a festive red sweater, and went downstairs with a swing of her little hands, planning to help Aunt Lin prepare ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Aunt Lin: "Missy, stay away from me and go play by yourself."

Lin Nianhe blurted out, "It’s Chinese New Year’s Eve today, everyone is busy."

After saying that, she furrowed her brows.

Hmm? That sounded familiar, as if she had said it many times.

Aunt Lin: "Then you go play with Uncle Huang’s little niece."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Just as expected!

Lin Nianhe looked at Aunt Lin with a complicated gaze for a while, then ran outside to where Lin Huai Zhou was sticking up couplets and pinched him.

"Hey? What are you doing?" Lin Huai Zhou looked at Lin Nianhe, completely bewildered.

Lin Nianhe: "Brother, does it hurt?"

Lin Huai Zhou shook his head and smiled: "Nope, you didn’t pinch hard."

"Oh."

Lin Nianhe put more effort into it, grabbing the inside of Lin Huai Zhou’s upper arm and not letting go.

Lin Huai Zhou: "...!"

"Brother, does it hurt now?"

"It hurts!"

"Oh... so it’s not a dream."

Recently, too many people had been nagging her about Uncle Huang’s little niece, and she almost thought she was in a game world, where the little niece was the NPC she had to visit for the main quest.

Lin Huai Zhou was quite helpless: "You turned around and pinched me just to prove you’re not dreaming?"

Lin Nianhe nodded seriously: "Yeah."

Lin Huai Zhou: "..."

He, he... his little sister is really smart, she even knows not to let herself feel pain!

Lin Huai Zhou wiped his face and shooed her inside: "Off you go, go back and play inside. Don’t catch a cold coming out without a coat."

A gust of wind blew, and Lin Nianhe shivered. She rubbed her arms and quickly ran back: "Okay."

Just as Lin Nianhe entered her home, the door to the Su family’s house next door opened.

Su Yuncheng came out with couplets and glue, seeing that Lin Huai Zhou’s left hand was still not very convenient, he naturally came over and took the couplets from his hand: "Let me."

Lin Huai Zhou didn’t think too much about it, nor did he bother with formalities. He handed over the couplets and glue, playing the role of a hands-off manager: "You’ve been alright recently?"

"There are a few reports to write," said Su Yuncheng leisurely as he applied glue to the back of the red paper.

"Then that’s pretty much nothing, eh? My dad told me to go get some practice with the new guys after the new year. How about we go together?" Lin Huai Zhou nudged his chin towards him, issuing the invitation.

When it came to training troops, Su Yuncheng had a knack for it. None of the soldiers that trained under him were ever faint-hearted. Before, Lin Huai Zhou didn’t have the time or opportunity to delve into this, but now he wanted to steal some skills.

After pondering for a moment, Su Yuncheng nodded: "Sure, but I can’t stay too long. I have things to deal with in Hei Province."

"I know. You can leave whenever you need to," said Lin Huai Zhou. "Once things are settled here, I also need to make another trip to the Northwest."

"Not finished?"

"All done, but I’m still a bit uneasy. I’ll go have another look."

"Okay."

Su Yuncheng could understand Lin Huai Zhou’s thoughts. Some things, unless seen with one’s own eyes, one wouldn’t believe no matter how many times others say it.

Lin Huai Zhou glanced at Su Yuncheng and frowned: "How much longer are you going to smear that glue?"

Su Yuncheng replied earnestly: "If I spread it evenly, it’ll stick better." He continued applying the glue, not missing any edges or corners.

Lin Huai Zhou looked at him skeptically, always feeling that there was more to this simple task.

But what schemes could there be in pasting a couplet?

"Hey, is Yuncheng helping Uncle paste the couplets?"

From behind, a friendly teasing voice came.

Lin Huai Zhou: "...!"

He finally realized what this guy loitering at his doorstep was up to! Turned out he was waiting for an "audience"!

"Su Yuncheng, you really are full of cunning tricks!"

Su Yuncheng: "Brother, you flatter me."

"Scram!"

Chinese New Year’s Eve always seems unbearably boring and long. Parents are busy preparing the reunion dinner, trying to keep their emotions in check so they don’t pick up the mischievous little bastards and give them a good thrashing. They are on their feet all day long, all for the last supper of the year.

The Lin family isn’t large—Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin have no siblings, and both sets of grandparents passed away early, making the house seem a bit lonely with just the four of them during the holidays. Mr. Lin even went out to deal with some unexpected work in the morning, only coming back in the afternoon.

Though few in number, the family is warm. Aunt Lin cooked eight dishes, with just enough amount for the four of them.

"Come on, it’s rare for us to be all together this year, let’s raise a glass," Mr. Lin lifted his cup with one hand and held Aunt Lin’s tightly with the other, "Let’s first toast to Comrade Zirui, who has dedicated herself to our family. You are my most kindred spirit and comrade-in-arms, as well as my beloved wife."

Aunt Lin pursed her lips and smiled, cheeks flushing slightly: "Don’t say such things in front of the children."

"I would say it in front of anyone," Mr. Lin said emphatically, "Zirui, being with you is the greatest fortune of my life."

Aunt Lin’s cheeks became even redder, but her eyes looking at Mr. Lin were extraordinarily steadfast: "Me too."

Beside them, the big and little surprises of the Lin family clapped together, celebrating their parents’ love.

Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin met in a time of turmoil, and fell in love amidst the chaos of war. They shared the same beliefs and goals and together they faced numerous hardships. They are lovers, but also comrades and battle buddies.

In fact, there was a long period when they lived apart. Amidst the raging war, letters went undelivered, and they never knew if each farewell could be their last. Yet they never held each other back, despite knowing the dangers ahead. They strived for more than just a peaceful family life.

Mr. Lin missed the birth of his children, and Aunt Lin had left his side when he was seriously injured to go where she was needed more. Their love was not about staying by each other’s side at all times.

Now, their hair has turned white and their children are grown.

Mr. Lin is partial to his daughter because she resembles Zirui so much. Whenever he sees his daughter’s smile, he’s reminded of his wife’s youth and all those moments he missed.

The daughter has grown up too. She pushed away the arms that protected her, embracing her own dreams and forging her own path.

Mr. Lin has felt pained and distressed because of this, but when he looks at Aunt Lin again, he somehow feels relieved.

Yes, the daughter is so much like Zirui, naturally unperturbed, charging boldly after her ideals. She would not be a delicate flower cowering under his protection.

Looking at his daughter’s smile and then at the faint scars on his son’s face, Mr. Lin remembers those formidable years.

He smiles, gripping his wife’s hand tightly, and drinks his cup to the dregs.

The little surprise sips on soda, nudging the big surprise with an elbow: "Brother, I feel like Dad wasn’t looking at me at all just now."

The big surprise, used to it, consoled: "Don’t overthink it, he simply wasn’t looking at you."

"Brother, you know how to comfort people."

"Of course, who do you think your brother is?"