Chapter 365: Chapter 8 Impatient
Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t help but want to laugh after hearing this, her mind vaguely rembered indeed having such a classmate. She hesitantly asked, “Did he bring a raw egg the next day?”
“Right,” ca Jiang Xiaoi’s laughter over the phone, unable to hold back, “He was afraid to delay another day and not dare to give you anything, so he brought a raw egg that wouldn’t spoil.”
Lin Xiaoguai’s mory began to clear up, ah, so it was Chang Chunji after all.
Speaking of it, it wasn’t that Lin Xiaoguai had a poor mory of Chang Chunji, if it were her last life now, she definitely would still rember him.
As a child, Lin Xiaoguai actually held so resentnt towards the wealthy; she never showed it, but she actually despised those families in the village with good “class status”. It was normal after all, having faced discrimination for her family’s poor status all her life, and her father repeatedly telling her how important knowledge was. Back then, she felt that those poor peasant families were the most useless, not knowing how to strive and study, just clinging to their small plots of land, afraid to take risks, cowardly staying in one place, and yet it beca sothing worthy of bragging about?
Everyone goes through their rebellious phase, and Lin Xiaoguai was no exception; she was just more reserved compared to others.
Looking at her nephew and niece struggling to eat sweet potatoes until they felt sick, salivating over a caught sparrow, skinny as if just bones wrapped in skin. Then looking at a few older brothers doing the hardest and heaviest work in the production team because of their poor family status, yet only getting the sa work points as everyone else.
How could Lin Xiaoguai not hate, not feel heartache?
At that ti, Chang Chunji just happened to walk into the line of fire; his grandfather was the village Party secretary, and his family ate better than others.
You might see her laughing about the spoiled stead bun now, but back then she was actually seething with rage, her heart filled with “my nephew and niece can’t even eat their fill, yet you let your food spoil.”
—Back then, Lin Xiaoguai had no idea he liked her.
Then, at that ti, Chang Chunji often brought food for Lin Xiaoguai, which she… ungraciously accepted, then went ho to share with her nephew, niece, and little brother.
Thinking back, many of her joys back then were brought by Chang Chunji. Sharing the food Chang Chunji gave her with little brother, Chaochao, Xiao Niao, Xiao Bo, Hu, even if they could only have a bite each, it was sothing that made them all look forward to it with happiness.
mories ca flooding in, and Lin Xiaoguai’s expression turned odd; looking at it this way, was she actually quite… bullying back then?
Thinking of his enthusiasm towards her today, Lin Xiaoguai felt even more conflicted.
If she were a guy, she’d definitely be a pretty boy living off a woman.
On the day Yang Xiaoli got married, the weather was clear, the sky cloudless, she was dressed in a Qipao gown made by Lin Xiaoguai, wearing red leather shoes gifted by Zhu Huixi, her hair elegantly styled into a bun by Lin Xiaoguai, with a red transparent hairband cleverly braided into a flower, and a light nude makeup applied.
Yang Xiaoli was already a beauty, and dressed up like this, she imdiately beca even more eye-catching.
When the bride ca out, everyone outside was amazed, but since most people spoke the local dialect of J province, Lin Xiaoguai and others didn’t understand much, though they guessed it was just so complints.
Because Qi Sheng wasn’t a local of J province, though he had bought a house in the town, he had no relatives there, so the wedding was hosted by the Yang Family.
Seeing a bunch of young girls following Yang Xiaoli, Zhu Huixi sighed, “Nowadays we aren’t maidens anymore, can’t even be bridesmaids for soone.”
Zhu Huixi had been grumbling about not being able to be a bridesmaid for her best friend for several days.
Lin Xiaoguai ignored her, simply saying, “Alright, stop complaining, the groom is here.”
True enough, Qi Sheng, clad in a sharp black Sun Yat-sen suit, walked in from outside.
“You wouldn’t know it but Qi Sheng looks pretty dashing in a Sun Yat-sen suit,” Zhu Huixi remarked, but Lin Xiaoguai’s gaze sharpened.
Strange, was it her misconception? Qi Sheng in a Sun Yat-sen suit sohow reminded her of sothing similar to Shen Chi, like… like… right, a military deanor.
But she didn’t dwell on it much, who knows, maybe Qi Sheng had served as a conscript, that wasn’t strange.
As Yang Xiaoli had ntioned before, their wedding banquet was very simple; none of the fancy arrangents seen in weddings of the later years, the food was simple too, just more at dishes.
Of course, there were also relatives of the Yang Family who ca over to talk, but they spoke in the local dialect, and among the three, except Lin Xiaoguai who could catch a word or two due to the similarities between J province and Z province dialects, the other two were completely confused from beginning to end.
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