Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 63 - Handing in a Blank Paper_1

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Handing in a Blank Paper_1

Chapter 63 -63 Handing in a Blank Paper_1

And these didn’t use much fabric.

The whole pieces, even those with slight defects, were kept.

Especially the work fabrics, which were almost the same as denim.

Song Yunuan and her aunt each got a pair of trousers and also made a rice-yellow checked shirt.

At that time, it wasn’t fashionable to wear clothes without fastening the buttons, so they were tailored to fit the body, and this outfit had to be worn with leather shoes.

Old Mrs.

Song squinted her eyes, thinking how beautiful her granddaughter was, just like a little fairy.

Amitabha, she thanked the Bodhisattva for sending her such a little fairy.

The remaining work fabric was used to make a pair of trousers for Asheng, without any patches, and Little Asheng was so pleased he wiggled his little bottom.

The headflowers and crossbody bags were piling up, but there was no rush to sell them.

Song Yunuan said that these headflowers and bags weren’t difficult to make, and anyone could mimic them, so it was better to make a lot at once.

And since the fabrics were all from the county textile factory, it was likely that someone would recognize them and report to their superiors.

In that era, handcrafts hadn’t completely disappeared, and whether in the city or the countryside, it was rare to find someone who couldn’t make clothes.

If you could make clothes, you could make headflowers and bags.

So, there was a high probability of being copied, and it was uncertain if they could get scrap fabrics again; thus, they decided to make more this time.

The Song family agreed to this proposal.

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Lately, Song Yunuan had been somewhat idle, mainly because she couldn’t do handicrafts.

So, she wrote an article, one about the strong possibility of an ancient tomb beneath a small mountain village in Herr City.

She cited scriptures and used a plethora of facts to support her conjecture, which she believed had a ninety percent probability of being correct.

She even listed items that might be of great historical significance in the ancient tomb.

She even mentioned that there might be many books, and if confirmed, they must be careful not to let them erode with exposure to the air; otherwise, it might be better to let them remain undisturbed.

With flowing eloquence, she wrote five pages, and Song Yunuan was a master of eye-catching titles, convinced that no one could resist reading on.

After finishing, she mailed it directly to the Beidu Museum.

She sent it as a registered letter.

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The day of the electronics factory exam arrived swiftly.

The family rose early to pick a lot of shepherd’s purse, cleaned it, and packed it into ten baskets, topped with kindling.

They also took the opportunity to visit Song Ting.

Old Man Song first took his granddaughter to the examination site and, feeling concerned, gave her a long list of admonitions.

Little Asheng said, “Sister, Grandpa Ji doesn’t even know you’re really taking the electronics factory exam.”

Song Yunuan patted her brother’s little head and told him to hurry up with grandfather to deliver the shepherd’s purse; she needed to enter the examination hall.

Taking the electronics factory exam and going to high school in September weren’t actually in conflict.

The exam started, and everything was normal; they were all based on junior high school knowledge.

The first subject was Chinese, which she found quite easy upon a quick glance.

When it was time for the math exam, as the papers were being distributed, three people entered examination room number one.

The first was Lu Feng, with excited eyes shimmering and seemingly moist.

The second was Zheng Dong, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

The third, Qin Siqi, who she’d only met once, had eyes full of jealousy and anger.

Song Yunuan, gripping her pen, felt a bit bored.

The original owner had been the courtyard’s default match with Lu Feng, and later they got engaged.

Although it wasn’t widely publicized, both families virtually agreed to marriage after Lu Feng’s graduation.

But now, they should be strangers.

Song Yunuan ignored them and prepared to answer the questions.

However, Lu Feng, who seemed to be an examination supervisor, actually walked up to Song Yunuan, bent over to look at her paper, and saw she hadn’t answered a single question yet.

Lu Feng’s eyes were a bit red.

Just now, Little Nuan’s glance was so foreign and distant, it made his heart ache as if it had been sliced with a knife.

Before coming, I had no idea Little Nuan had applied to the electronic factory.

They arrived in the county town last night and hadn’t had time to do anything when Zheng Dong, shocked to see the name list, told Lu Feng that Little Nuan was taking the electronic factory exam, in one of the test rooms.

I was half in doubt until I saw Song Yunuan sitting in the third row, and had to believe it.

Lu Feng had been standing in front of Song Yunuan, his lips moving slightly, wanting to tell her the answers to every question, but he dared not make a sound.

He could only fret anxiously.

Qin Siqi couldn’t hold back any longer, walked directly over, and also stood beside Song Yunuan.

Zheng Dong exchanged a glance with another proctor, who thought Song Yunuan must have been caught with cheat notes in her hand.

So, with furrowed brows, he walked over, scrutinizing Song Yunuan from top to bottom and even bending down to look inside the desk.

The people in the exam room couldn’t help but look in the direction of Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan suddenly stood up, neatly packed her pencil case and scratch paper, and then handed her blank answer sheet to the proctor.

With her rainbow sling bag on her back, she casually walked out.

The whole incident took but a few dozen seconds.

Several people were stunned.

Qin Siqi, on the other hand, scornfully curled her lip.

Hmph, maybe she really did have cheat notes, and then with so many people around her, she didn’t dare to take them out and had no choice but to hand in a blank paper.

As Song Yunuan left, Lu Feng immediately followed her out.

Watching Lu Feng’s hasty retreat, Qin Siqi truly felt both annoyed and envious.

If it weren’t for the baby-switching mistake, how could Song Yunuan have had the chance to meet people from the prestigious Beidu estate?

The factory belonged to a relative of Zheng Dong’s, said to be the first investment from Beidu, and basically, it was the Zheng family who had the final say, so even without taking the exam, Song Yunuan might still have been able to get in.

She also ran forward, but Zheng Dong grabbed her, and Qin Siqi, impulsive by nature, became instantly furious at being pulled back, flinging her hand to push Zheng Dong aside.

Little did she expect that she would not stand firmly herself and hit her head on the wall, then softly collapsed to the floor.

Zheng Dong stood dumbfounded.

His mind was in chaos, and he hadn’t even reacted yet.

He thought about calling Lu Feng, but by then, the man was nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, a female teacher appeared, and together they carried the unconscious Qin Siqi to the office.

Today was Sunday, and they were using the No.

2 Middle School as an exam venue.

Song Yunuan quickly walked out of the school, planning to meet her grandfather at noon to pick her up.

Since she came out early, it wasn’t the agreed time yet.

By now, Grandpa was definitely taking Little Asheng to sell firewood.

After a chat with Old Master Ji during their last visit, he became a nominally affiliated scrap collector.

Next, he wouldn’t waste time.

His old self would surely make the most of the streets and alleys collecting scrap before her exam ended.

She had no choice but to wait at the school gates.

If she had known, she wouldn’t have turned in her paper.

But those three people, they were somewhat annoying.

Song Yunuan stood under a tree opposite the gate, watching Lu Feng hurry toward her with a calm expression.

Despite being a male supporting character in a book, he still had a tall and slender figure with handsome features.

Lu Feng looked melancholy, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and insecurity as he looked at Song Yunuan.

His lips moved slightly, unsure how to begin.

Song Yunuan didn’t want to be the first to speak either.

She just leaned against the tree trunk with a nonchalant look, waiting for Lu Feng to speak.

Lu Feng’s voice was hoarse, tinged with apprehension, as he finally said, “Little Nuan…”

He took an involuntary step forward.