Drama Couple in the 80s

Chapter 15

Unusually, He Cheng didn't come out whistling that night.

Jiang Ya guessed it might be due to the shaman's visit and couldn't help feeling anxious, unsure of what consequences this might have for He Cheng.

The next morning, as Jiang Ya prepared breakfast in the kitchen, Song Shixia walked in and pointed towards the west with her lips, gleefully relishing someone else's misfortune. "Did you hear? Another commotion bright and early."

"What happened?" Concerned, Jiang Ya was about to step outside when Song Shixia continued:

"Listen, Bao Lanxiang is crying again. I'm not cursing her, but there's an old saying - 'the ex-wife meets the new husband, like halves of fried dumplings.' Honestly, she'll have plenty more reasons to weep."

Song Shixia and Bao Lanxiang had long been at odds, each hoping for the other's misfortune. Whenever Bao Lanxiang faced trouble, Song Shixia rejoiced.

Jiang Ya refrained from commenting on such behavior. Straining her ears, she heard no further disturbances, so she returned to tending the stove while keeping an ear open for any activity next door.

Soon, she picked up the sound of He Cheng clearing his throat from the neighboring yard, followed by a couple of whistles. Relieved, Jiang Ya relaxed.

After the family finished their breakfast and tidied up, the captain's cymbals rang once more, signaling them to hastily head out for work.

As Song Shixia stepped out the door, she spotted He Cheng standing at his gate with a hoe slung over his shoulder. Upon seeing her emerge, He Cheng raised his face with a smile and warmly greeted, "Good morning, Auntie!"

Song Shixia was genuinely startled and instinctively glanced around; there was no red rain from the sky, and the sun still rose from the east.

Why would this mute for life, He Cheng the Fool, suddenly initiate greetings with someone?!

Unconsciously nodding in response, Song Shixia stammered, "Good morning, good... morning..." As he walked away, he kept looking back suspiciously.

Jiang Ya emerged behind him, discreetly shooting a glare at He Cheng. After locking the door, she turned to see him still standing nearby. She had something to ask but realized it wasn't an appropriate place for such a conversation. Passing by him, Jiang Ya whispered quietly, "What's going on?"

"Miracle of the shaman, blessings from our ancestors," He Cheng replied smugly.

"And why didn't the shaman take you instead?!" Jiang Ya exclaimed indignantly.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine." He Cheng chuckled triumphantly.

Jiang Ya gently reminded him, "Today, the production brigade is digging fertility trenches. What are you carrying that hoe for?"

He Cheng looked down at the hoe in his hand, realizing no one had informed him. Turning swiftly, he went back to switch for a shovel.

Surprisingly, Bao Lanxiang and Shao Baokui were lagging behind today, their family seemingly disinterested in heading out to work.

As He Cheng returned to the yard to exchange the hoe for a shovel, eager to catch up with Jiang Ya, he spotted Bao Lanxiang standing near the entrance of the main room. With a quick remark, "I'm off to work now," he hurried past her without waiting for a response.

"Time for work, let's go, hurry up," Bao Lanxiang called out absentmindedly from inside the house before grabbing a shovel and leaving first. Shao Baokui and Shao Chunlai followed shortly after.

Shao Chunlai glanced at He Cheng, who had already sprinted far down the alleyway, and whispered, "Father, look at him... Is he really cured now?"

Shao Baokui remained silent, his gaze heavy. Shao Chunlai grumbled, "Father, honestly, it's all your fault for meddling too much. You've been overly kind to him. Why couldn't you just leave things be? What were you thinking, calling that shaman? Now look what's happened..."