The day after she received the savings book, she went to the savings bank and withdrew fifty yuan, buying herself several outfits and makeup.
Seeing this number in her lifetime, Lin Wan felt mostly heartache, heartache for Han Yi. He had enlisted at the age of sixteen. It has been eight years now. He spent several years on the front line, starting with a salary of just a few yuan. Only in the past two years did his salary increase somewhat. He should barely spend money to save this much.
A good saver, Lin Wan couldn’t help but praise him in her heart before chasing after him.
Grandma’s cooking was quite good; she made chicken stew with mushrooms and two cold dishes. She went to the supermarket especially to buy a bottle of soda for Lin Wan.
This kind of treat was already quite lavish at this time.
During the meal, Grandma told her a lot of amusing stories from Han Yi’s childhood.
In summer at this time, everyone takes a nap at noon. They agreed to visit their home tonight; there’s still time. Grandma let Han Yi take Lin Wan to sleep in the room for a while. They’ve already got their marriage certificate and are married now, so there’s nothing to be taboo about.
Han Ying felt guilty for manipulating the girl so easily, not even buying her clothes. Only a foolish boy like Xiao Yi could have done such a thing. Han Ying thought to herself, when her grandson comes back, she’ll definitely make him take his granddaughter-in-law out to buy some things.
She specially brought the oscillating fan over and set it up in their room, deliberately closing the door behind her as she left.
"You should sleep first; I’m not tired." After Grandma left, Han Yi sat at the desk, shifted the fan towards the bed, and casually picked up a book.
Lin Wan didn’t lie down for a nap; she looked around the bookshelf and found that Han Yi’s middle school and high school books were still there. The others were mainly military books.
Lin Wan randomly picked a high school English book and said, "You didn’t go to college?"
"I didn’t either, although I was accepted. Because my family was poor, I couldn’t go. I’m planning to attend night school. Would you oppose that?" Lin Wan sat by the bed, her body leaning against the duvet.
"Going to school is good. It’s time for registration next month, right? Which night school are you planning to go to?" Naturally, Han Yi longed for education, but he’d spent too long in the army, running out of opportunities... Though there were some opportunities, if you excelled, the army could recommend you to a military academy.
"I’m planning to attend night school; I want to study fashion design." This unfulfilled aspiration in her past life must be completed in this lifetime. She was determined to build a name in the clothing industry and make up for the regrets of her previous life.
"It’s great to learn more knowledge."
"It’s good that you don’t object. By the way... can I ask about your parents?" In her last life, two months after they married, she met his mom for the first time. Some unpleasantness occurred; his mom didn’t like her.
Suddenly, Han Yi paused with the book in his hand, stared at a certain spot on the page for a moment before saying, "My mom remarried. I don’t have a dad."
"...Oh," Lin Wan placed the book in front of her to block the awkwardness between them. She could hear a trace of resentment in Han Yi’s voice. After responding, she didn’t ask any more questions.
Next came a period of silence in the room. Lin Wan pretended to read Han Yi’s book to avoid the awkward staring. Initially, she didn’t take it in, but as she glanced through, she discovered Han Yi’s notes were very detailed, and his English vocabulary was beautifully written. Presumably, his grades were excellent. It’s unclear why he didn’t continue.
The only sounds were the turning of pages and the rattling of the oscillating fan. After a while, there was a "clunk," something fell to the floor by the bed.
Han Yi looked up from his book to find Lin Wan had fallen asleep at some point. He laid down his book and suddenly felt relieved. When Lin Wan had asked about his parents earlier, Han Yi feared she would delve deeper. It’s not that he was reluctant to share, he just didn’t know how.