Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 478 - 477: The New Generation of Spectators

Chapter 478: Chapter 477: The New Generation of Spectators

Sie Yufei’s basin was lost unexpectedly.

He took it very lightly, without any displeasure: "If it’s lost, it’s lost, I can still get my uncle to make me a new wooden one... Hey, the basin was even a new one that my second sister just gave me, the person who found it must be quite happy." He didn’t even think that someone had intentionally stolen it.

Compared to the basin, he cared more about the rugged man and his daughter: "Uncle, I’ve sorted out the tickets for you. Rest here with Yaya, and call me if you need anything."

The rugged man waved his hands, unwilling to accept: "No, no, I can’t accept this, it’s too much money, I can’t repay it."

"Hey, it’s already bought, and they won’t refund me the money even if you two go back by the crew train," said Sie Yufei, "Just stay comfortably, your child is sick and can’t withstand more trouble, don’t let it get worse."

The rugged man was also afraid of something happening to his daughter. However, unable to produce the money for the tickets, he reluctantly left Sie Yufei with an address, saying he would send the money once he earned it.

Sie Yufei didn’t really take it seriously, he casually wrote down the address of Ten Miles Team to get it over with.

The little girl’s fever subsided the next day, and having been ill, she was lethargic, only softly telling her father it hurt occasionally. She neither cried nor made a fuss, her quietness was heart-wrenching.

That night, the little girl and her father got off at their station. Before leaving, they earnestly thanked Sie Yufei and his companions and said goodbye. They didn’t leave immediately after getting off, instead, they stood on the platform watching the train disappear into the distance.

The rugged man clutched the note in his pocket, his eyes rimmed red.

The little girl tugged at her father’s hand, softly asked, "Daddy, who exactly is big brother?"

"He’s a benefactor."

"Will I see him again?"

"Probably... not."

Half a year later, Sie Yufei received a remittance. It took him a long time to recall the incident on the train, then he mailed the photograph that had been tucked in an album for half a year to the address of the remittance.

That was their last interaction in this lifetime. The little girl named Yaya treasured the photograph for the rest of her life.

...

"Lan County Station is approaching, comrades getting off, please take your belongings..."

Outside the train station, Li Dahe frowned at Wong Xiao who was continually rubbing his hands, expressing his dissatisfaction for the umpteenth time: "You really stand out."

Wong Xiao just grinned stupidly, completely ignoring such meaningless provocations.

"Uncle Team Leader!"

The crisp Beijing accent pulled Li Dahe back to last May.

But this time, the little bastard didn’t carry much luggage; there was no need for him to pull her up.

His eyes unconsciously moistened... well, the wind did it.

Lin Nianhe, wrapped in a military coat, had a face red from the cold: "Uncle Team Leader, it’s so cold."

She never expected it would still be snowing today, the howling northwest wind instantly sobered her, cold to the bone.

"Didn’t I tell Xiao Sie to tell you to wear more clothes," Li Dahe said irritably, "you just show off."

"Hehe..." Lin Nianhe laughed, then turned to greet Wong Xiao, "Uncle Wong, you came too."

"Ah, I did, how was it? Were you tired on the way? Hungry? Let’s go eat something at the State-Owned Restaurant before going back?" Wong Xiao’s eyes were full of Lin Nianhe, he wanted to say you’ve been through hardships, kid, but then he thought, Lin Nianhe is returning to Beijing, it’s impossible for her to have suffered.

"I’m not hungry, I ate on the train." Lin Nianhe smiled, shaking her head.

They talked here for quite a long time before Su Yuncheng and Sie Yufei finally came over carrying large and small packages.

"Goodness, you’ve brought the whole house over," Li Dahe gasped and tucked his tobacco pipe into his belt, reaching out to help with the luggage.

Li Dahe had come over by ox cart. Because of the factory construction, the snow on the road had been compressed countless times by tractors and trucks, making it solid and thus convenient for the villagers to travel, as ox carts could be used again.

The town was noticeably less crowded, Wong Xiao explained, "All the men have gone to the construction site, and the women comrades are mostly making Head Flowers. Xiao Lin, wait a bit and you’ll see our new factory soon!"

The new textile factory was now nearing completion. From a distance, the neat factory buildings stood erect amidst the snow, looking very imposing.

"I estimate by next week it’ll be completely finished. Then we can move the sewing machines, desks, and chairs in, and it’ll be ready for use," Wong Xiao’s eyes were particularly bright, "Xiao Lin, our factory is built!"

"Right, it’s impressive," Lin Nianhe’s mouth corners slightly lifted as she watched the bustling activity at the construction site, truly astonished.

"Alright, talk less, don’t catch the wind," Li Dahe drove the cart, murmuring somberly.

Wong Xiao rolled his eyes at the back of Li Dahe’s head.

This old fellow is just jealous that I get to talk more with Xiao Lin, definitely!

All the way, Lin Nianhe kept her head out, looking forward. Sure enough, as the ox cart approached the village, she saw the tiny figure under the big banyan tree.

"Niuwa!"

"Sister Hehe!"

Who knows how long Niuwa had been waiting, his running posture looked a bit stiff.

Li Dahe slowed the cart, muttering helplessly, "This stinky kid... I told him to stay home because it’s cold, but he still ran out here to wait."

Lin Nianhe jumped off the ox cart and quickly went up to him, lifting Niuwa in her arms.

"Oi, you’ve gotten so much heavier," Lin Nianhe felt she could barely carry the boy anymore; she didn’t show off but after holding Niuwa for a while, she put him down, "You’ve grown a lot taller."

Not seeing him for two months, Niuwa grew taller and put on weight, his pant legs had been let down another inch.

"Sister Hehe," Niuwa hugged Lin Nianhe’s waist and buried his face in her embrace, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Lin Nianhe pinched Niuwa’s nose and pulled him onto the ox cart, "Let’s talk more when we get home."

"Okay!"

Niuwa was always the best behaved in front of Lin Nianhe. Once on the ox cart, he stayed close to her, eagerly relaying the most interesting news he knew: "Sister Xiao Lan and Sister Shumei haven’t come back yet; Sister Shumei called to say her sister-in-law had a baby, she’ll come back after her sister-in-law’s confinement period;"

"Principal Mother has been taking her medicine on time, she didn’t have her old ailment this winter, Principal Mother and Aunt Wang, Aunt Li are rolling out noodles for you;"

"Brother Wu and Brother Cao went to the provincial city to pick up Xiao Jun and Sister Shanshan, they should be back tomorrow afternoon;"

"The brothers and sisters from the battalion moved to Victory Team before the New Year, and they even visited Uncle Team Leader during the celebration;"

"Sister Daxi has a baby now;"

"Uncle hatched four broods of chicks..."

Li Dahe laughed heartily: "Good kid, you know more about the village affairs than anyone. You’re more suited to be the team leader than I am."

Lin Nianhe also gave Niuwa a thumbs up.

Look at this summary, concise and clear with detailed specifics.

It seems Niuwa has deeply grasped the spirit of enjoying gossip, his future is promising indeed.