There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Chapter 934: Still worrying about myself

 “Grandma.”

Zheng Xinyue was so moved that she cried. She is so ill, yet she is still worried about herself?

On the way back, Zheng Xinyue couldn't be happy at all. Her heart felt like being hit by thorns and pressed by boulders, which was painful and depressing.

She was very sad, and didn't care that there were people on the street. She leaned her head on Changfeng's back, and her tears couldn't stop flowing. She simply put her face on his back and used his clothes to wipe away her unfulfilled tears.

Gu Changfeng didn't look back, but he could feel Xinyue's small movements. He pursed his lips and put his legs on the ground to look back at Xinyue. Her red eye circles did not avoid his eyes.

Reluctant to see her sad, Gu Changfeng held her hand and persuaded her in a low voice.

“Xinyue, I’ll find a car to pick up my aunt in the evening.”

“Yes, why did I forget my mother?”

Changfeng's words were like the breeze blowing away the dark clouds. Zheng Xinyue looked at him happily, and all the depression and sadness in her heart disappeared.

 After get off work in the evening, Gu Changfeng asked Secretary Qin for a car. He rarely used a car for personal matters. In fact, he was the director of the factory, so he should be equipped with a special car.

Secretary Qin didn’t even ask and approved directly. He understood Changfeng’s character and wouldn’t speak unless he was in a hurry.

Zheng Xinyue saw Changfeng standing in front of the jeep waiting for her when she got off work. Her tall figure was infinitely elongated under the afterglow of the setting sun, and her resolute eyes gave her endless strength.

There was no driver in the car. It seemed that he was driving himself. Zheng Xinyue hurriedly ran over and called him cheerfully.

 “Changfeng.”

"boarding!"

When Gu Changfeng saw Xinyue's smile, he let go of his worries for the whole afternoon and tilted his head towards her in a cool and unrestrained manner, his mellow voice full of magnetism.

On the way back, Zheng Xinyue glanced at Changfeng from time to time. There were not many cars in this era, but seeing Changfeng's proficiency in driving, it was not like it was his first time touching a car.

“Be careful when you go back and talk to your aunt so as not to anger the old lady.”

Gu Changfeng felt Zheng Xinyue looking at him one by one, looking at her with a smile, taking in all the curiosity and admiration in Xinyue's eyes, the corners of her mouth raised a little deeper, and her voice was filled with joy.

"I know."

Zheng Xinyue was fascinated by his dark starry eyes and smile, and was suddenly awakened. She quickly looked away, cleared her throat and agreed.

Seeing her like this, Gu Changfeng's eyes flashed with excitement. He held her white little hand after shifting gears. It was originally a very romantic thing. The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves flying in front of the car. He held his lover's hand and shared the most beautiful scenery. For a moment, a certain little girl who didn't understand romance pulled her hand back and gave him a serious lesson.

 “Drive honestly.”

Gu Changfeng looked at his hands helplessly, smiled and shook his head. Romance was not rushed for a while, and it would be better if she didn't cry.

 Back home, the production team had not finished work yet. Everyone gathered around the threshing floor and smashed the soybeans with special tools.

Zheng Xinyue got out of the car and saw General Tie holding the door at home, so she ran directly to the threshing floor to find her mother.

I was confused when I arrived at the threshing floor, because the soybean threshing was dusty. The women all wrapped their heads in scarves, and their clothes were all the same color. They were all gray and mixed together and you couldn't tell who was who.

 “Mom, Mom!” Zheng Xinyue had no choice but to put her hands to her mouth and shout loudly for her mother.

But the women were chirping and chatting very loudly, and there was also the sound of smashing beans. Her clear little voice was usually quite loud, but here, as soon as she shouted, she was drowned in the sea of ​​sound.

Zheng Xinyue stamped her feet anxiously, and had to carefully avoid the waving pole and ran towards the pile of women.

“Xinyue, why are you here? Is there something urgent?”

 (End of this chapter)