Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t help but want to laugh after hearing this, her mind vaguely remembered indeed having such a classmate. She hesitantly asked, "Did he bring me a raw egg the next day?"
"Right," came Jiang Xiaomei’s laughter over the phone, unable to hold back, "He was afraid to delay another day and not dare to give you anything, so he brought a raw egg that wouldn’t spoil."
Lin Xiaoguai’s memory began to clear up, ah, so it was Chang Chunji after all.
Speaking of it, it wasn’t that Lin Xiaoguai had a poor memory of Chang Chunji, if it were her last life now, she definitely would still remember him.
As a child, Lin Xiaoguai actually held some resentment towards the wealthy; she never showed it, but she actually despised those families in the village with good "class status". It was normal after all, having faced discrimination for her family’s poor status all her life, and her father repeatedly telling her how important knowledge was. Back then, she felt that those poor peasant families were the most useless, not knowing how to strive and study, just clinging to their small plots of land, afraid to take risks, cowardly staying in one place, and yet it became something worthy of bragging about?
Everyone goes through their rebellious phase, and Lin Xiaoguai was no exception; she was just more reserved compared to others.
Looking at her nephew and niece struggling to eat sweet potatoes until they felt sick, salivating over a caught sparrow, skinny as if just bones wrapped in skin. Then looking at a few older brothers doing the hardest and heaviest work in the production team because of their poor family status, yet only getting the same work points as everyone else.
How could Lin Xiaoguai not hate, not feel heartache?
At that time, Chang Chunji just happened to walk into the line of fire; his grandfather was the village Party secretary, and his family ate better than others.
You might see her laughing about the spoiled steamed bun now, but back then she was actually seething with rage, her heart filled with "my nephew and niece can’t even eat their fill, yet you let your food spoil."
—Back then, Lin Xiaoguai had no idea he liked her.
Then, at that time, Chang Chunji often brought food for Lin Xiaoguai, which she... ungraciously accepted, then went home to share with her nephew, niece, and little brother.
Thinking back, many of her joys back then were brought by Chang Chunji. Sharing the food Chang Chunji gave her with little brother, Chaochao, Xiao Niao, Xiao Bo, Hu, even if they could only have a bite each, it was something that made them all look forward to it with happiness.
Memories came flooding in, and Lin Xiaoguai’s expression turned odd; looking at it this way, was she actually quite... bullying back then?
Thinking of his enthusiasm towards her today, Lin Xiaoguai felt even more conflicted.
If she were a guy, she’d definitely be a pretty boy living off a woman.
On the day Yang Xiaoli got married, the weather was clear, the sky cloudless, she was dressed in a Qipao gown made by Lin Xiaoguai, wearing red leather shoes gifted by Zhu Huixi, her hair elegantly styled into a bun by Lin Xiaoguai, with a red transparent hairband cleverly braided into a flower, and a light nude makeup applied.
Yang Xiaoli was already a beauty, and dressed up , she immediately became even more eye-catching.
When the bride came out, everyone outside was amazed, but since most people spoke the local dialect of J province, Lin Xiaoguai and others didn’t understand much, though they guessed it was just some compliments.
Because Qi Sheng wasn’t a local of J province, though he had bought a house in the town, he had no relatives there, so the wedding was hosted by the Yang Family.
Seeing a bunch of young girls following Yang Xiaoli, Zhu Huixi sighed, "Nowadays we aren’t maidens anymore, can’t even be bridesmaids for someone."
Zhu Huixi had been grumbling about not being able to be a bridesmaid for her best friend for several days.
Lin Xiaoguai ignored her, simply saying, "Alright, stop complaining, the groom is here."
True enough, Qi Sheng, clad in a sharp black Sun Yat-sen suit, walked in from outside.
"You wouldn’t know it but Qi Sheng looks pretty dashing in a Sun Yat-sen suit," Zhu Huixi remarked, but Lin Xiaoguai’s gaze sharpened.
Strange, was it her misconception? Qi Sheng in a Sun Yat-sen suit somehow reminded her of something similar to Shen Chi, like... like... right, a military demeanor.
But she didn’t dwell on it much, who knows, maybe Qi Sheng had served as a conscript, that wasn’t strange.
As Yang Xiaoli had mentioned before, their wedding banquet was very simple; none of the fancy arrangements seen in weddings of the later years, the food was simple too, just more meat dishes.
Of course, there were also relatives of the Yang Family who came over to talk, but they spoke in the local dialect, and among the three, except Lin Xiaoguai who could catch a word or two due to the similarities between J province and Z province dialects, the other two were completely confused from beginning to end.