Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 74 - He Seems to Be in Love!_1

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 He Seems to Be in Love!_1

Chapter 74 -74 He Seems to Be in Love!_1

Song Mingbo finally took a day off to return home.

For some reason, this time going home felt like there had been a sea change.

But there was no time to think more about it.

Early in the morning, he went to help out at the brigade headquarters.

He quickly became acquainted with Chu Zizhou, who had come with his younger brother and sister.

His younger aunties had arrived early, and the electricians from the commune, along with the staff of the cultural workgroup, began to install microphones covered with red silk cloth.

They weren’t just testing the microphones but also laying electrical cables.

When they arrived, they saw Chu Zizhou was also busy helping out.

Although Song Liang was a bit envious, Chu Zizhou’s warm address as “Uncle Song” made it impossible for him not to come early to help.

But actually, what occupied Song Liang’s thoughts even more was his family and their affairs.

Moreover, it was clear that sling bags and head flowers were highly profitable.

To take advantage of their novelty and rarity, he must make more, but now that the land had been converted to paddy fields, there was much work to do.

Since land was fundamental, it couldn’t be neglected.

After all the effort, the major task of earning money for the family ended up on the shoulders of four women.

Among them were his old mother and underage daughter.

This made Song Liang feel somewhat useless.

He had to do something about it.

While helping out here, Sun Zhiqing came over to find work and strike up a conversation without a topic.

His attitude was noticeably warmer.

Song Liang glanced at Sun Zhiqing; this man had become much more cheerful now.

He heard that Sun Zhiqing was quite close with Chu Zizhou.

He smiled; how normal that was.

When Song Ting appeared, people who had come early were surprised to see her, and some even asked directly, “Tingting, aren’t you working in the city?”

Song Ting replied with a bright smile, “Sixth Aunt, I am working in the city, with the cultural workgroup.

I passed the exam to get in and I haven’t been made permanent yet.”

Sixth Aunt: Ah?

Oh!

She was a bit confused.

Over there, Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Ting.

So, she was a member of the Song family.

No wonder she looked familiar.

This girl was really hardworking; ever since she came to Erdao River Village, she had never been idle, always rushing to do the dirty and tiring work.

She must be a hardworking crew member in the group; it couldn’t have been easy for her.

So, he immediately arranged for several young men from the village to help carry things.

With nothing left for her to do, Song Ting went to another place to help out.

Chu Zizhou shook his head helplessly.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao came again, accompanied by President Huang.

After a short while, Gu Huai’an’s car slowly stopped in front of the brigade headquarters.

Gu Huai’an walked in unhurriedly, and the noisy courtyard seemed to fall silent in an instant.

Song Yunuan was talking with her brother when she felt the atmosphere shift.

Turning around, she saw Gu Huai’an.

Despite his youth, Gu Huai’an looked elegant and poised, his movements calm and unhurried, exuding an undeniable aura of refinement.

Wow, the handsome young man has come again!

Just then, the microphone carried a scratching static noise, breaking the brief silence.

Gu Huai’an and Song Yunuan’s eyes met for a few seconds before calmly looking away.

What about her had caught his attention?

Song Yunuan was extremely curious.

First, Chief Ghu spoke, followed by Deputy County Mayor Zhao.

Gu Huai’an and Chu Zizhou sat together, and later Chu Zizhou took the stage to say a few words.

Today, the villagers of Erdao River Village felt a peculiar difference.

How to describe it?

It seemed as if overnight, their village had become a feng shui treasure land.

Coupled with the downfall of the Wang family, the villagers were exceptionally well-behaved.

The children were closely watched, not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere they pleased, nor were they permitted to spit, make loud noises, eat sunflower seeds, or talk with their mouths full.

Applause would suffice.

Even President Huang found this very peculiar.

The performance officially began.

The program was fantastic, with solo singing, comic dialogues, clapper talks, and operas taking turns on stage.

The villagers of Erdao River Village had never seen such a spectacle and were excitedly clapping non-stop.

At this time, Song Yunuan, her brother, and the rest of their family were all sitting in the front row.

They had arrived early and naturally secured the best spots.

Then the announcer started announcing the program, “Next, please enjoy the interlude from the Honghu Red Guards, ‘Waves of Honghu Lake’, composed by…

Singer: Song Ting, back-up singer: Lan Danfeng, and others…

Please give them a warm welcome!”

The villagers were all stunned for a moment.

Song Ting, the sister of Song Liang?

It must be someone with the same name.

Sixth Auntie excitedly tugged at Old Mrs.

Song, “Is it Tingting?

Is it, is it?”

Old Mrs.

Song was even more excited, her voice trembling, “It is… fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

it is, right?”

What kind of answer was that?

And by this time, the music had already started playing.

It was an intro to the song that everyone was familiar with.

To say that people of this era didn’t know this song was impossible.

It was almost too familiar to the ear.

Song Ting and another girl walked hand in hand to the center of the stage.

Song Ting was dressed in a light blue ‘pianyi’ jacket with red armbands on her sleeves, a belt around her waist, her short hair, and her clear, bright eyes and white teeth, making her look even more slender and elegant.

The other girl was wearing a red jacket and was also extremely beautiful.

The audience all widened their eyes.

In disbelief, they watched Song Ting, who looked like she had become a different person.

Soon after, melodious singing came through the microphone, “…the waves of Honghu Lake, oh the waves crash upon waves ah…”

There were millions of people who could sing, but few had a distinctive voice.

Song Ting had a golden voice.

Sweet and clear, loud yet distant, the kind of voice that could give you goosebumps.

Chief Ghu held Song Ting in high regard, but he also knew that this small cultural troupe couldn’t keep her, so he went to great lengths to create opportunities for her to perform.

And with Gu Huai’an in Nanshan, they even brought two technicians, so the first performance was given to Erdao River Village.

A troupe member who hadn’t yet achieved official status, yet she was given the chance to take the stage.

It was proven that Song Ting belonged on the stage.

She shined brightly there.

Chu Zizhou was not particularly interested at first, as it was just a troupe from a county city, and he had watched performances at the large auditorium before.

Those were by masters.

Yet at that moment, Chu Zizhou felt like he had become an idiot, unable to breathe, as if his heart had even stopped beating.

He, it seemed, had fallen in love!

Gu Huai’an looked on with a faint expression, glancing from the corner of his eye at the excited Song Yunuan, who almost seemed ready to jump up.

The young girl’s eyes sparkled, and she held her hands to her heart in an exaggerated gesture.

This was understandable.

When he was four years old and saw his graceful mother entertaining foreign guests with a warm smile, he had felt the same way.

Then, without meaning to, he glanced over at Chu Zizhou, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Chu Zizhou was acting a bit odd.

After the performance ended, as Chu Zizhou called out to Song Liang, “Uncle Song”, Gu Huai’an felt that he understood.

Meanwhile, Song Liang nearly stumbled over when he was called.

He stared wide-eyed at Chu Zizhou, “What did you just call me?”

“…Ah, that…

Uncle Song,” Chu Zizhou said, his skin crawling, “Look, Gu Huai’an and I are brothers, and your daughter calls me uncle, so if I called you uncle too, wouldn’t that be missing a generation?

Right, Song Yunuan?”

Song Yunuan narrowed her eyes.

As if!

Chu Zizhou patted Little Asheng on the head, “Asheng, from now on, call me Uncle, got it?”

He then pointed at Song Mingbo, “And you, too, got that?”