Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Song Yunuan followed the waitress out of the store and ran to the Women's Federation.

It was exactly eight o'clock when they arrived at the Women's Federation.

On the way, the waitress told Song Yunuan that her name was Zhao Li, and asked Song Yunuan to call her Sister Zhao.

Song Yunuan obediently called Sister Zhao.

The two of them walked into the office building of the Women's Federation arm in arm.

Of course, the Women's Federation could not occupy the entire building, and their office was on the third floor.

When registering at the door, Song Yunuan suddenly remembered who Gu Huaian was.

He was the white moonlight that Lin Qing, the heroine in the book, wanted but could not get.

He became the commander-in-chief of the Longhang Command Center at a young age.

He was the flower of Gaoling in the No. 01 compound in Beidu.

He held several positions and had a prominent family background, especially his grandfather, who was full of merits. His mother was a famous talented woman who was proficient in multiple languages.

Song Yunuan picked up the business card. No wonder he was seen in Nanshan County. He came to inspect the work.

No wonder he took such a good car.

Song Yu Nuan flicked the card, her lips slightly raised, the little brother has an extraordinary origin.

Unfortunately, there are not many plots about him in the book. Only a few years later, Lin Qing became a rich man and was lucky enough to see Gu Huaian at a cocktail party. She fell in love with him at first sight.

Unfortunately, she didn't even have the qualifications to confess.

In the book, she once said to herself: If she could marry Gu Huaian, even for only one day, she would be willing to pay any price, including wealth and life.

Fortunately, Gu Huaian ignored her, otherwise there would be another love-brained person in the world.

Then, Zhao Li took Song Yu Nuan to the third floor. She had an acquaintance here, otherwise she couldn't volunteer.

The acquaintance was Han, the official in charge of this matter. Song Yu Nuan told Han about this matter in a realistic way.

Han listened very seriously, wrote it down in a notebook, and praised Song Yu Nuan, saying that she was very brave. After the two left, she hurried to find the chairman of the Women's Federation.

Domestic violence happens every year, and she has seen too much.

There were cases where someone died.

But this Lin Jia, she was an educated youth, and she was from Beidu.

Whether in the past or now, her identity is actually quite special.

"... notify the women's director of Kuihua Commune to go to Erdaohe Village to investigate immediately. If it is true, Wang Zhuzi cannot be released. Sue him in the name of our county women's federation. Also, take Wang Pozi to the commune and ask who she plans to sell the child to. The middleman may be a human trafficker..."

Han agreed to all of them and hurried back to make arrangements.

The chairman of the Women's Federation was glad to know the news at the first time.

Lin Qing must seek justice for her sister. If the incident gets out of hand and she is held accountable, she may also be held accountable.

At that time, if she doesn't know anything, she will be passive.

Song Yu Nuan didn't expect it to be so smooth. She sincerely thanked Zhao Li and praised her for knowing many people and being amazing.

When they arrived at the steamed dumpling shop, Zhao Li took her to the back, where the little brother's twenty big steamed dumplings were still in the basin.

Zhao Li wanted to split it in half with Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan lowered her voice: "Sister, my uncle gave me 10 cents, and my grandma gave me 20 cents. I can't explain the origin to them, but you can, it's something that the guests don't want to give you. Besides, I'm going to my aunt's house soon. My aunt has a bad mouth and will definitely ask questions. When she goes out and talks nonsense, it will affect my reputation."

This speech convinced Zhao Li.

However, on the surface, Song Yunuan still took all the steamed dumplings away.

The people in the kitchen then withdrew their envious eyes.

Song Yunuan waited at the intersection for a few minutes, and Zhao Li got off work.

The little girl stood by the roadside holding the oil paper bag, looking well-behaved. Zhao Li felt a little sorry, so she said to Song Yunuan: "Come to my house and sit for a while. I'll heat up the dumplings and you can have lunch at my house."

Song Yunuan thanked Zhao Li and said that she still had to go to the electronics factory to register. Zhao Li left her home address. The two separated at the intersection, and Song Yunuan lined up again.

She was not in a hurry, and she queued up while looking at the customs of the times.

In the 1980s, people's spirits were different from those in the future.

They seemed to be particularly easy to satisfy.

Turning her head inadvertently, she saw Lin Qing.

She got off the jeep, and Su Junze got off with her. The two hurriedly walked towards the post office opposite.

They should be going to make a phone call.

Lin Qing and her sister Lin Jia were still in the county?

When she looked back again, the two had entered the post office.

Song Yu Nuan's eyes darkened and she continued to queue.

When she finished signing up, it was already noon. Not long after, Song Nian came on a bicycle with sweat all over his head.

Hearing Song Yu Nuan say that she would not go to his house, Song Nian sent her to the bus station. On the way, Song Yu Nuan bought a dime of orange candy.

One dime, bought a small handful.

After waiting at the bus station for half an hour, an old bus came, which was going to Sunflower Commune.

Song Nian gave her another dime despite the pain. A bus ticket cost five cents, so there was still five cents left.

Song Yu Nuan analyzed that the dime should be the private money of the younger uncle.

She had heard Mrs. Song mutter that the younger aunt was particularly stingy and unfilial, and she was waiting for her daughter-in-law to be struck by lightning every day.

[Although the younger aunt had a bad temper and always quarreled with grandma, she was the one who pushed the cart to bring the grandparents back after the accident. It was more than a hundred miles away, alas...]

Song Nian's head buzzed and his body shook. Song Yu Nuan shouted at the window: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Song Nian felt as if his throat was blocked.

Did the Song family dig up the ancestral graves of the Lin family?

"I'm fine, Xiao Nuan. Your grandpa said he would pick you up at the intersection."

When I went out in the morning, I didn't know when I would return to the village, but the old man said that he would always wait for Xiao Nuan at the intersection.

There happened to be a river nearby, so I caught some shrimps for Xiaonuan to fry.

A few minutes later, the bus started slowly.

When the car was no longer visible, Song Nian returned home.

Daughter-in-law Sun Jinrong was cooking with a gloomy expression. When she saw that Song Nian was the only one coming back, her expression became much better.

As many people as there are bowls, she felt distressed.

But she still said angrily: "Why, you went back just to pick up your eldest lady. Where are the cornmeal and millet? I can tell you Song Nian, there is not much food at home."

Song Nian thought of Xiao Nuan's words and lowered his head without saying a word.

Sun Jinrong curled his lips: "Your mother is right. That Song Yunuan is the young lady's body and maid life. The Qin family has given her back. Can she be wanted again? Tell her to give up this idea as soon as possible and be good." Work in the fields and earn more work points, otherwise you will still want to eat for free..."

"What a mouthful you are, hurry up and cook. I'll go home again tomorrow and I promise to bring cornmeal back, okay?"

Sun Jinrong snorted coldly, that's pretty much it.

Living in the county town, they need money everywhere. They are temporary workers, have no food budget, and there is not enough food to eat. The old lady is digging hard for it, and getting some food is like killing her.

Looking at his wife's back, Song Nian scratched his head irritably. He had to go back tomorrow.

Could something really happen in the future?

Song Nian was a little frightened.