Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 104: Drinking Two Jin of Vinegar

That night her words were very clear, but feelings are not something that can be forgotten just because one wishes to forget them.

She needed to give Shen Zhihua time to digest.

Looking at the current situation, he probably still couldn’t let go of her.

Considering the college entrance exam was only a few months away, An Hao didn’t want to hurt him or distract his mind.

She wanted his focus to be on the exams, and after they were over, she would explain everything to him clearly.

"Oh, I came to bring you money," Shen Zhihua took out a fifty-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to An Hao, "My mom asked me to bring it over. She said you must be in a tough spot and told me to give you this money to help you out in an emergency."

Looking at the note, tears welled up in An Hao’s eyes. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

After all, there were still more good people in this world.

An Hao didn’t refuse the offer. She took the money and whispered to Shen Zhihua, "Thank you! I’ll remember the kindness of Uncle Shen and Auntie. Please thank auntie for me."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks.

After a whole day, finally, someone was willing to lend her money. A flood of emotions welled up inside her, and she couldn’t control these surging feelings.

Seeing An Hao cry, Shen Zhihua was somewhat at a loss. He wanted to wipe her tears away, but after checking his pockets and finding he had not brought a handkerchief, he impulsively reached out to help her wipe her tears.

His fingers touched her skin, which was soft and delicate, like a baby’s.

Shen Zhihua’s heart trembled, and his face flushed red.

At that moment, Bai Yanjiao, who had just entered the room, saw this scene.

Seeing the intimacy between these two, she felt as though she had swallowed two kilograms of vinegar, the jealousy extending from her heart to her exterior.

She took a few deep breaths, pushing down the jealousy in her heart, and put on a smile as she walked over, "Brother Zhihua, what brought you here?"

Hearing Bai Yanjiao’s voice, Shen Zhihua quickly withdrew his hand, "Yanjiao is back. I came to deliver some money to An Hao. Now that the money is delivered, I should be going."

"Hey! Brother Zhihua, have some dinner with us before you go back," Bai Yanjiao quickly tried to make him stay when she saw Shen Zhihua was about to leave.

"No, thanks." Shen Zhihua left without staying a moment longer.

Bai Yanjiao pouted and stomped her foot angrily: I must marry you in this lifetime, Shen Zhihua.

An Hao wiped her tears and asked Bai Yanjiao in a hoarse voice, "Did you manage to borrow any money today?"

"Of course," Bai Yanjiao looked down on An Hao with contempt and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from her pocket, dangling it in front of An Hao’s eyes, "Not everyone is like you. I’ve heard all day that you’ve been going from house to house and couldn’t get anyone to lend you anything. Look at your popularity."

"You’ve had a hard time this time." Seeing that Bai Yanjiao had managed to borrow money, An Hao was genuinely happy, "Who lent you the money?"

Bai Yanjiao’s eyes shifted, and she responded vaguely, "Why do you care so much? Isn’t it enough that it’s useful? Are you afraid the money I have is stolen or something?"

An Hao guessed it couldn’t possibly have been stolen.

A hundred yuan was not a small sum, and everyone kept their money well-guarded. It couldn’t have been that easy to steal.

Now that the money was finally raised, An Hao sent it to the hospital first thing the next morning and paid the hospitalization fee.

After the surgery was done and he had stayed in the hospital for three days, An Shuchao clamored to be discharged.

The doctor prescribed some drugs to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and to supplement calcium and mend bones. He was instructed to take them for two weeks at home, and then to rest quietly for the remainder of the time.

Injuries to muscles and bones would take a hundred days to heal, and since An Shuchao’s leg was injured, he naturally couldn’t work in the fields.

It just happened to be the spring plowing season, and not working in the fields meant no work points. Although the production team recorded the work points as usual, it wasn’t enough to cover food and debts, leaving An Shuchao lying in bed and fretting, smoking a water pipe.