Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Song Yunuan taught Gu Huaian how to drive a carriage.

Mainly Dahongzao and Gu Huaian are familiar with each other.

Therefore, Gu Huaian learned it quickly.

He was wearing a dark blue uniform today, looking straight and handsome.

Song Yunuan also asked him if it was hot. If it was hot, he could unbutton a few buttons on his shirt.

It's not even airtight if it's so sealed.

Gu Huaian glanced at her. The little girl was now bolder. Not only did she think in her heart, she also dared to say it out loud.

Gu Huaian asked her to sit down peacefully, and drove Song Yunuan to the Song family in a carriage.

Song Yunuan told Mrs. Song that her uncle was back. Mrs. Song uttered an ouch and immediately went out to get the money and tickets. Song Yunuan took them neatly.

Mrs. Song said: "This is a great event. I'll prepare something delicious right now."

Over there, Old Songtou ran to the big water tank and fished out a net full of small silver squid. He happily said to Gu Huaian: "Huai'an, it's better to come early than to come by chance. This was just caught in the morning. It's fresh." We’ll stew and fry in a while and eat enough.”

Gu Huaian's eyes were full of smiles and he said, "Okay, Grandpa Song."

Song Yunuan urged: "Let's leave quickly, the supply and marketing cooperative will close soon."

Gu Huaian asked Song Yunuan to get on the carriage. He did not wave the horse whip, but only lightly slapped the big red date with the whip.

Dahongzao pulled the two of them and ran out of the village.

Lao Songtou was also happy and said: "My mother-in-law has finally come to an end."

Mrs. Song sighed and said deeply: "Isn't that the case for us?"

Then he said: "By the way, old man, you go to the mountains tomorrow. I remember that the sunny side of the hillside by the river is covered with sorghum fruits. Xiaonuan may have never eaten sorghum fruits. I will pick all the ripe ones for her." return."

He said and laughed again: "Over time, there will be more and more delicious wild fruits. This year I will pick more goat's milk fruits for Xiao Nuan to make for her... What about that?"

Old Songtou hurriedly said: "Drink, wild fruit drink!"

Here Gu Huaian was sitting in a carriage in a novel way. It was the first time in his life to drive a carriage, and it was very fresh and enjoyable.

Along the way, Song Yunuan kept talking and said to Gu Huaian: "What do you mean by my brother-in-law? Why do you need Xia Bowen's help? He can completely donate the prescription through others. In this case, Xia Bowen won't be angry to death. Why? Give the benefit to Xia Bowen, oh, do you think my brother-in-law is too naive?"

Gu Huaian glanced at Song Yunuan in Versailles.

I have grown up with you all.

I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about the word "simple", right?

What better way to give Xia Bowen to others?

Murder and heart-wrenching!

There is also a saying called soft knife killing.

From now on, Xia Bowen's family may never have peace.

"Your brother-in-law has his own arrangements. Don't worry about it, you kid. It's serious to study hard."

Song Yunuan smiled.

It's quite fun to be treated like a child.

The two caught the attention of salespeople and people buying things at the supply and marketing cooperative.

The main reason is that such a handsome and elegant person is really rare to see in the countryside.

Someone was talking quietly in the corner.

"They look a bit like brother and sister. They look so good-looking."

"It's not necessarily brother and sister, maybe it's the newly engaged couple."

"That's such a perfect match."

But neither of them cared about other people's eyes. They bought meat first, then Gu Huaian looked at it, and then bought cans of pastries, candies, liquor and cigarettes.

I'm going to eat later, so I can't show up empty-handed.

In fact, there are not many dishes here. The dishes on the chopping board are available at home, and they are fresher than this.

Seeing the vermicelli, Song Yunuan bought a big bundle. It was delicious.

Pork stew noodles.

This is the most authentic hospitality dish in the north.

Gu Huaian drove the carriage, under the command of Song Yunuan, to the tofu shop again and exchanged for soybean tofu and dry tofu.

Then he rushed home.

At this time, little Asheng stood at the door of his uncle's room, looking timidly at his strange uncle.

Suddenly he said: "Uncle, when I was a child, I dreamed of you crying and shouting... I want my mother, I want to go home... If there is a bad guy, he will beat you with a whip, and there is a red bell tied to the whip. As soon as the bell rang, I was startled awake, and then I never dreamed again..."

At this time, Xia Xindong had already changed into new clothes inside and outside. On his feet were newly made cloth shoes, which were actually made by Zhu Feng. There was a bag full of them. Others really didn't know this.

I made a pair a year and he actually wore them.

Next to Xia Xindong was Zhu Feng, who was holding on to him and wouldn't let go. He cried heartbrokenly and fainted several times. Xia Guilan was much better, but she was still sad.

Because my little brother’s body is covered with scars, with old and new wounds overlapping each other, it’s shocking to see.

It also made them hate Shangguan deeply.

Zhu Feng couldn't bear to ask about the past, and Xia Xindong didn't want to talk about it.

His eyes are a little afraid of light, so he always wears sunglasses. I heard that Xiao Nuan threatened to let all the sunlight into the house.

Xia Xindong only felt that his nose was sour.

In fact, his heart has already become extremely cold.

But at this time, he was warmed a little bit.

Then I heard what little Asheng said.

Everyone looked at him.

Zhu Feng couldn't stop crying again.

Xia Xindong smiled warmly and greeted Song Mingsheng harmoniously: "Come here, little Asheng, let my uncle take a look."

Little Asheng ran over, took the initiative to put his face close to her, and said softly and kindly: "Uncle, I know you are unhappy. If you pinch Asheng's cheek, you will be in a better mood. My sister is always like this."

In fact, this is very common.

It's just the words of a child.

Moreover, Asheng is not trying to be a sweetheart, he is telling the truth.

Because that's what Song Yunuan told him.

So, he kept it in mind.

But these words immediately broke Xia Xindong's heart. He couldn't bear it anymore, hugged little Asheng, buried his head on Asheng's little shoulder, his body was shaking, and he shed tears silently and silently.

Little Asheng hugged his uncle's head and comforted him with a sweet voice: "Uncle, don't cry. When Asheng grows up, he will make enough money to buy you delicious food."

I was wondering, but I didn't dare to ask.

Was the dream he had true or false?

When Song Yunuan rushed back, she remembered the pills given by her second grandfather and ran home to get them back, but her uncle was already asleep.

He was just sleeping.

The afternoon sun happened to shine on him, and his brows relaxed, looking particularly peaceful.

Ah Sheng whispered to Song Yunuan: "Sister, look at my back, it's all my uncle's tears!"

Song Yunuan put the wooden box next to the window sill with a complicated expression, and said to Grandma Xia: "This pill is taken once a day. It was brewed by the second grandfather himself to replenish my uncle's health."

Mrs. Song over there said: "I'm afraid he's going to sleep all day and all night. Don't make any fuss yet. When he wakes up, let's have a meal together to celebrate."

Zhu Feng just wanted to guard her son and not go anywhere.

She nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "It's up to you."