Chapter 75: Small Temper
Ningcheng, six o'clock in the morning.
Shen Sangyu let out a long sigh of relief after leaving the train station.
She had been on the train for so long that she felt the air was much fresher after she got out.
But when she thought about having to take a six-hour bus and three hours of mountain roads, Shen Sangyu's lips turned pale.
"Let's go buy some gifts to go home first."
Shen Sangyu didn't mention the difficulties in front of her, but actively went to buy gifts with Wen Qingchuan. After all,
she hadn't been home for so many years, even if it was just for show, she had to pretend to be decent.
She brought a lot of tickets and a thousand yuan this time, and after buying the latest gifts at the supply and marketing cooperative, she planned to go to the station to take a bus.
"Wait."
Just as Shen Sangyu was about to leave, Wen Qingchuan suddenly said to the clerk of the supply and marketing cooperative: "Give me another can of maltose, and also weigh some of your best chocolate and biscuits."
After that, Wen Qingchuan turned around and explained: "You may not be used to the meals at home, so buy some snacks to take back. Besides, there are many people in the village, and some children don't understand these things. When they see food, they will ask you for it. When the time comes, just take some out, and you can eat the rest slowly."
Shen Sangyu had heard earlier that the village where Wen Qingchuan came from was called Honglian Village, now called Honglian Brigade. It is a large village in the area with about seventy or eighty households. It is very lively on weekdays. The only drawback is that it is in the mountainous area, with inconvenient transportation and poor information.
Although she went home this time to attend the wedding of Wen Qingchuan's brother Wen Chao, she should show some appreciation as Wen Qingchuan's new wife.
Shen Sangyu thought that sometimes people really need to save face. If she turns someone away, it will not be a good situation for both her and Wen Qingchuan.
After all, she will only go back once, Shen Sangyu nodded: "Don't worry, I will try my best to be patient when the time comes." Wen
Qingchuan lowered his head, looked at Shen Sangyu's slightly fleshy cheeks, and laughed softly: "The only thing that has come between me and my family is that we are about to break through that layer of window paper. If someone at home bullies you, you can fight back however you want, and don't care about my feelings."
The young wife is just too good, and she always thinks of him.
As he was talking, a bus had already arrived in front of him.
The bus was almost full, but Wen Qingchuan still found a seat for Shen Sangyu.
Shen Sangyu was not polite at all. The smell in the bus was not much better than that on the train, and was even worse. There
was a faint smell of gasoline at the tip of her nose. There was also an old lady carrying chickens and ducks in the bus. All kinds of strange smells made Shen Sangyu's eyes red.
Since Shen Sangyu got on the bus, many people looked at Shen Sangyu and Wen Qingchuan.
Wen Qingchuan was wearing the clothes that Shen Sangyu bought for him a few days ago. He was dressed in black, and his head almost hit the roof of the bus when he stood on the bus.
Even if Shen Sangyu was dressed simply, her face was still beautiful. She looked out of place in a white top among the people wearing gray puffy short sleeves.
Wen Qingchuan noticed everyone's gazes and slightly turned his body to block everyone's sight.
The bus was moving very slowly, and the driver stopped frequently along the way. Shen Sangyu leaned against the window and opened it. The wind wrapped in the heat waves blew in and made her head clearer.
As soon as Shen Sangyu got off the bus, she hugged a big tree and vomited. Her face was very pale.
Wen Qingchuan hurriedly put down the luggage and filled a pot of warm water with a cup at the station. Shen Sangyu's stomach felt better after rinsing her mouth.
Wen Qingchuan thought his wife would complain, but Shen Sangyu's first words after she came to her senses were: "Were you also so tired when you just left the city, Mom?"
Twenty hours on the train and six hours on the bus were simply mental and physical torture.
Wen Qingchuan was only 17 or 18 years old at that time. How did he manage to make it all by himself?
Shen Sangyu felt extremely distressed.
Wen Qingchuan was dazed at first, recalling what happened ten years ago.
"I worked in Ningcheng for three months, but then the project failed and my boss ran away, so I went to Sijiucheng. At that time, most of my money was sent back to my family, and I had no money to buy a train ticket, so I evaded the fare."
Shen Sangyu could no longer care about the pain and slowly raised her head.
Wen Qingchuan smiled, seeing the pain in Shen Sangyu's eyes, hesitated for a moment and reached out to wipe the water stains from the corners of Shen Sangyu's mouth.
"I didn't think so much at that time, and I didn't feel it was hard. I just wanted to make more money." Wen Qingchuan thought about his mentality ten years ago. It seemed that he was still as peaceful as now, but he also realized one thing at that time, that is, there are parents in the world who don't love their children, such as himself.
At that time, he wanted to go home, but Li Shuhua wrote to him and told him not to come back no matter what, because his family was poor and needed him to be the backbone of the family.
At that time, he only had a salary of twelve yuan a month, but he had to give ten yuan to his family every month.
It was not until he came to the old city, became a soldier, and climbed up step by step that he saw the world more broadly. He gradually stopped going home and stopped sending all his money to his family.
To say that it was hard, maybe it was, but looking back now, he can still face it all with a peaceful mind.
Wen Qingchuan's voice was very light, and the things he narrated seemed to be about something unimportant. When he finished speaking, he glanced at his wife, and found that the little girl opposite had red eyes.
Wen Qingchuan had never coaxed anyone before, and looked at Shen Sangyu at a loss.
Shen Sangyu didn't cry, but she felt uncomfortable. Looking at the gifts on the ground, she said angrily: "I won't give them the maltose!"
Wen Qingchuan held back his laughter: "Then keep it for you."
Shen Sangyu thought about the feasibility and nodded: "Let's drink it together!"
The couple made such a happy decision.
In order to get home before dark, they didn't rest for long at the station before continuing on their way.
Along the way, Wen Qingchuan carried most of the luggage and gifts, while Shen Sangyu only held her own snacks in her hands and never said a word no matter how tired she was.
The three-hour journey was not easy to walk because the road was very bad. It was the rice harvest season and it rained a little yesterday afternoon. Although it was not heavy, the soil was wet and you would get your feet covered in mud if you were not careful.
Fortunately, they finally got back to their hometown before dark.
Shen Sangyu stood at the gate of Honglian Village and sat down on a stone pile.
She had endured it all the way, but now she couldn't bear it anymore: "I can't walk anymore, let me rest for a while."
Wen Qingchuan agreed naturally and put down the things in his hand.
It was dinner time, and many elderly people in the village were taking a walk. When they saw two strangers coming to the village gate, they subconsciously went forward to check, and then recognized Wen Qingchuan at a glance.
"Qingchuan, why are you back!"
"Hey! This little girl..."
Wen Qingchuan called Uncle Liu and introduced: "This is my wife, Shen Sangyu."