Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 61 - It’s Your Irresponsibility_1

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 It’s Your Irresponsibility_1

Chapter 61 -61 It’s Your Irresponsibility_1

Song Yunuan smiled radiantly, “Grandma, then you’ll have to learn how to keep accounts.”

Old Mrs.

Song was brimming with joy, “I’m an educated person too.”

Indeed, Old Mrs.

Song took out a notebook, and when Song Yunuan saw it, it was a grid notebook that her elder brother had used before.

Song Yunuan went to look through the textbooks given by Old Mr.

Ji, found a new journal and a fountain pen, Old Mrs.

Song touched the new notebook, reluctant to use it.

Old Mrs.

Song said, “It’s not safe to keep money at home, especially when there’s so much.

Tomorrow, we’ll take the household registration booklet and put it in the bank.”

It should have been deposited in the bank today, under Little Nuan’s name.

Old Man Song hurriedly explained, “Little Nuan doesn’t want that, she says she wants to buy a bicycle.”

Old Mrs.

Song paused for a moment, then made a decision on the spot, “We must buy it, after selling shepherd’s purse a few more times, we’ll have enough for a bicycle.”

A Peacock brand bicycle cost one hundred and twenty yuan, Little Nuan had one hundred and eighty in her hands, but she too had to take out sixty yuan for Little Nuan and spend another twenty to buy a bicycle ticket.

Otherwise, it would be too inhumane to spend the child’s money.

Thinking it over and over, it still came down to being too poor.

Old Mrs.

Song mulled over this in her heart without saying it aloud; it wouldn’t be too late to say anything once it was accomplished.

Then everyone started sorting the fabric, picking out pieces suitable for clothing and setting aside those that could be used for head flowers.

Old Mrs.

Song and Xia Guilan, seeing so much fabric, felt their breaths quicken.

Truly, in all their lives they had never seen so much.

It couldn’t be said to be a dream anymore; everything that happened these days was just like a dream.

Song Yunuan began contemplating head flowers, cutting a few strips from a nylon bag, testing the elasticity, which was perfect, then she rummaged through the scrap fabric, found a few with matching floral patterns, and started directing.

Because she could only talk, not make.

Before dinner, the skillful mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo had made ten head flowers. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Nowadays, most female comrades liked braided hair, but many also wore pigtails or a single ponytail.

Song Yunuan first braided her hair into pigtails, chose two matching head flowers of pink satin, pressed with buds, and tied them to her hair, looking like two blooming peonies.

Beautiful, it really looked beautiful.

At the time, there were no such head flowers; they generally used yarn as hair ties, and those who enjoyed ornate designs would tie the yarn and then press a folded strip of satin on top, tie it, and then unfold it, forming a flower as well.

But compared to this, it just felt different.

This head flower seemed both convenient and high-end.

The main thing was to choose the right colors.

They had to be bright colors, and the patchwork fabric too.

Tied on a single ponytail, it also looked beautiful.

Old Mrs.

Song asked Song Yunuan, “Should we make a few first, or make more at once?”

“Of course, we’ll make as many as we can.

After I take the examination for the electronics factory, we can go and sell them in front of the department store,” she replied.

Old Man Song finally had a chance to interject, “You just mentioned Old Master Ji wanted you to review so you could get into the number one middle school; he didn’t want you to take the factory examination.”

Song Yunuan replied, “I’ve already enrolled, might as well give it a shot, consider it a review.”

Starting from the first year of high school, taking the examination three years later?

She refused.

One experience was enough, from key high school to key university, then reading all the way to a doctorate.

For this lifetime, that would mean just drifting and waiting to die.

Since Song Yunuan said so, everyone else didn’t say anything else.

After all, she hadn’t been raised by them since childhood, and her temperament and habits all needed to be gradually harmonized.

The night deepened, but the Song family home was still lit brightly.

In the past few days, no one came to visit, and the Song family’s home was very quiet, with just the sound of the sewing machine clicking and clacking.

In the basket beside, there was already a pile; Lian Xiang had come as well, and they couldn’t leave her out of this matter, besides, Lian Xiang was very handy.

Mixing colors, preparing materials, as well as edge locking—she excelled at every task.

Song Yunuan, impressed with Lian Xiang’s craftsmanship and artistic vision, approached her with the desire for a crossbody bag.

Nowadays, most of the crossbody bags that young girls carry are of the army green variety.

It had been in fashion for several decades.

Song Yunuan’s choice for going out was one such bag.

But there were also a few who used simple black leather bags.

Song Yunuan picked out five different shades of yellow, coupled with cotton cloth in blue and red floral patterns, asking Lian Xiang to cut the fabric according to the dimensions she provided.

At first, Lian Xiang didn’t understand, but when Song Yunuan assembled the pieces together, creating the shape of a crossbody bag, Lian Xiang exclaimed in surprise, “Heavens, you can do it like this?”

This was nothing like the triangle-shaped scrap crossbody bags.

Fueled by excitement, Lian Xiang worked swiftly, and in a little over an hour, she had crafted a captivating rainbow crossbody bag.

Lian Xiang had once made a backpack for her daughter, stitched together from many scrap pieces into a triangular shape with an ornamental border of flower buds.

Many people could make it.

And many carried such backpacks.

However, compared to this rainbow bag, they were worlds apart.

The bag Song Yunuan designed was not a flowery one, but a patchwork crossbody bag with a tribal flair, its bottom a deep navy with hues that progressively lightened, resembling a beautiful rainbow after the rain.

Without a zipper, Lian Xiang fashioned two lovely fabric buttons, and with a strap about a thumb’s width, once fastened, not to mention the people of the Song family, even Song Yunuan, owner of many designer bags, found it pleasing to the eye.

The second aunt’s hands were truly skillful, succeeding on her first attempt.

Cradling the rainbow crossbody bag, Song Yunuan went off to study, as the mother-in-law and daughters-in-law trio worked tirelessly and with great enthusiasm.

After Song Yunuan left, Lian Xiang picked up a large pile of fabric and pressed it to her face, sighing, “Mum, sister-in-law, this is the first time in my life I’ve seen so much fabric.”

Even though it wasn’t hers, she felt incredibly blessed.

However, because the lighting was poor at night, the three women didn’t proceed with their work but instead tidied up the fabric.

Old Mrs.

Song cautioned Lian Xiang to keep her mouth shut or else she would be driven out of the Song family.

By this time, the good baby who went to bed early and got up early, Song Yunuan, had already fallen asleep.

As for studying?

That was out of the question.

Meanwhile, in a large compound in the provincial capital, the Qin family.

Qin Siqi had gone to see a movie; Father Qin and Mother Qin were speaking softly to each other.

They were talking about Qin Siqi.

But before they could say much, Qin Siqi, supposedly out to watch a movie, entered the room with her eyes red from crying.

A heavy feeling sank into both their hearts.

Mother Qin, saddened by the thought of her swapped daughter, wept on several occasions when she saw her return tan and emaciated.

She had nurtured Song Yunuan into a fair and delicate girl, but the Song family had let her own child turn out like this.

She had gone out of her way to be kind to Siqi, doing everything imaginable to be good to her.

In the beginning, the child didn’t fit in with the children in the compound.

She had put in no small effort behind the scenes.

Seeing that things had vastly improved, she also felt relieved.

But how could it be possible for someone so cheerful to go to the movies to return in less than half an hour?

Surely she hadn’t seen the whole film?

It was better not to ask, but on questioning, Siqi cried her heart out.

The Qin family had two sons and one daughter: the eldest in the army, the second in college, leaving only the newly recognized daughter at home.

Through her tears, Qin Siqi said, “I’ve never been to a movie theater before, I didn’t know how to find a seat, I thought you could just sit anywhere.

They didn’t explain to me clearly; I took someone else’s seat and that person scolded me.

Not only did they fail to explain for me, but they also laughed along with the others, wailing, ‘Is this my fault?

It’s clearly your negligence.

If it weren’t for your mistake in switching babies, would I have never been to a movie theater?'”