Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 18 - I’ll Bite You a Crescent_1

Chapter 18: Chapter 18 I’ll Bite You a Crescent_1

Chapter 18 -18 I’ll Bite You a Crescent_1

Little Asheng always felt that everyone loved him and flowers bloomed at his sight.

He had an inexplicable confidence in his own cuteness.

This time, however, Old Man Ji had scolded him alongside the others, not giving him any face at all, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes, about to cry out of grievance.

He glared at Old Man Ji and pouted, “Bad Grandpa, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

Song Mingbo quickly scooped up his sobbing brother and signaled his sister with his eyes, and the three siblings slipped away as fast as they could.

They were so quick that Old Man Ji didn’t even manage to give Asheng the ten yuan he had prepared for snacks.

Old Man Ji had an inscrutable look on his face.

The next moment, without any further delay, a pedicab—also called a backward-riding donkey—arrived at the door looking for business.

Old Man Ji gave the address, and the man laughed, “What a coincidence, I’m from Pear Tree Brigade myself.

We can set off now, and we’ll be there in three hours.”

This was due to the Striving Hard Commune being close to the county town; if it had been more remote, they would have had to take a bus.

Old Man Ji did not join in the chatter, nor did he dare to ask about Ji Chunxiu from Pear Tree Brigade.

In fact, he had just wanted to go with the children to see that stinky girl’s grandchild she talked about.

But he still did not dare.

What if Ji Chunxiu of Pear Tree Brigade was not his daughter?

The man was strong and rode fast; it didn’t take long before he disappeared from sight.

Song Yunuan withdrew her gaze—Old Man Ji was convinced; he was heading to the Striving Hard Commune now.

But she couldn’t hide her curiosity and asked her older brother, “Brother, is the story about Old Man Ji and his female disciple true or false?”

Before Song Mingbo could speak, Song Mingsheng pursed his lips, “Judging by his embarrassed and angry response, it must be true.

Hmph, he certainly took a fancy to the female disciple, and then his daughter disagreed and ran away from home in anger.

The men in this world…

there are hardly any good ones!”

Song Yunuan: …

She gave Asheng’s chubby little butt a pat, “Who taught you to talk like an old grump?”

The five-year-old Song Mingsheng, still half-understanding, said, “Grandma Sun next door said that.”

“From now on, try not to listen to those old ladies gossiping.”

Song Mingsheng seemed not to hear his sister’s advice, because his attention was caught by two kids, about six or seven years old, who came over, each holding a cookie and savoring it deliciously, stopping deliberately in front of Song Mingsheng to eat.

And then Song Mingsheng put his finger in his mouth, drooling with envy.

This time, Song Mingbo moved quickly.

Song Mingsheng lay on his brother’s shoulder, conveniently wiping his fingertip.

He complained to Song Yunuan with a pitiful look, “Sister, last New Year, Dad bought half a pound of cookies, and in the end, I only got one piece.

Grandma is biased, she gave Huzi from our uncle’s family two pieces.”

From the situation at home, it was clear.

Old Mrs.

Song was somewhat partial.

The household food had to be shared with their uncle’s family, and from time to time, the second aunt would also come to ask for food.

Moreover, the uncle’s salary had never been handed over to Grandma.

It wasn’t easy for her to get even two dimes from the uncle.

As the parents of the eldest son and daughter-in-law, they felt it’s natural to take care of the two younger brothers.

This must be Old Mrs.

Song’s brainwashing at work.

And then Song Mingsheng began to complain.

Song Yunuan’s eyes widened in astonishment.

This little brother…

had such a good memory.

He could recall each piece of cookie, who shared it, what those people said and did at the time, and even remembered Grandma secretly giving Huzi from the uncle’s family an extra piece.

“…I only got one piece, and then…

Sister was so angry she yelled and shouted, so Grandma gave her another piece.

Huzi told me he could do magic, that he would bite it into a crescent shape for me, but then he bit off more than half of it, wuwuwu…”

That sister must be Qin Siqi, right?

The little guy, recalling the sad event, cried miserably.

Despite being the youngest, he ended up with only a handful of cookie crumbs.

Song Mingbo seemed not to care and slapped his little brother’s bottom, “Grandpa dotes on you so much, doesn’t all the good food he gets end up in your mouth?”

Song Yunuan patted her pocket, looking at the teary-eyed little chubby kid, feeling so poor with only five cents in her pocket.

But she could buy a maltose candy for her brother from the mobile cart by the roadside.

Yet she still asked Song Mingbo, “Do you have any money?”

Song Mingbo said with embarrassment and guilt, “I had one yuan, but I spent it all on meal tickets this morning.”

Luckily, the sesame-covered maltose candy cost just five cents apiece.

Having gotten the maltose candy, Song Mingsheng stopped crying immediately.

Song Yunuan looked at her older brother, “Asheng has such a good memory, did you know that?”

“Of course, but he’s only got a mind for food, you have to use food to coax him even to teach him numbers.”

Song Yunuan: …

So their family was indeed cannon fodder, tiny cannon fodder with not a single highlight.

Song Yunuan remembered something, “Big brother, do you have any books about musical notation?”

Song Mingbo didn’t ask his sister why she needed the books, he just took his brother and sister to the school and soon brought out two books, both about musical notation.

Song Yunuan put the books into her bag and told Song Mingbo, “Big brother, go back to school.

I’m taking Asheng to stay at our uncle’s house overnight; we might return to the village tomorrow afternoon.”

The siblings exchanged a few words, and the initial strangeness and awkwardness were gone.

Blood relations can sometimes be truly magical.

Just then, a female classmate ran out from the campus with several books in her hands, calling out from a distance, “Song Mingbo, I have several books about musical notation here.”

Song Mingbo looked at Song Yunuan in a panic.

Song Yunuan’s eyes lit up immediately.

She grabbed Song Mingbo and asked, “Big brother, who is that?”

Song Mingbo: “She’s…

my desk mate, her name is Hea Yaxuan…”

[Hea Yaxuan, huh…]

Song Mingbo instantly became nervous.

[I’ve never heard of her before.]

Song Mingbo couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved.

By this time, Hea Yaxuan had already run over, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, round-faced and looking very cute.

She stuffed the books into Song Mingbo’s arms, “They’re not all mine, some are from other classmates.”

Then she smiled at Song Yunuan and hurried back into the school.

Song Yunuan put all the books into her bag, urging her brother to hurry back to class and not to send them off.

And she warned seriously, “Brother, you mustn’t do what you used to do.

Our family’s future is all on you now, you need to work hard and get into a good college…”

Song Mingbo clenched his fists, “I will definitely study hard!”

The seventeen-year-old boy was tall and handsome, and his eyes shone brightly at this moment.

After he went into the school, Song Mingsheng, with maltose candy in his mouth, pointed at his older brother, “Sister, look, big brother always steps in with his right foot first.”

Song Yunuan: …

She took her brother first to the fertilizer factory to inform Old Man Song, who was queuing to get fertilizer, and then they went to the lumber mill.

The siblings were a bit tired and sat down in a sheltered spot.

Song Mingsheng said worriedly, “Little aunt doesn’t like guests at her house, will she kick us out?”

“She wouldn’t, right?” Song Yunuan also sounded unsure.

“Sister, I’m hungry, why don’t we just go home with grandpa?

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“If she doesn’t make food for us, then doesn’t she also have to make food for uncle and Huzi?”

If it weren’t for something she had to do tomorrow, Song Yunuan wouldn’t even want to go to her uncle’s house.

The little aunt was a younger brother-pampering fanatic.