Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute-Chapter 65 - He Nans Love Letter
Chapter 65: Chapter 65: He Nan’s Love Letter
Chapter 65 -65: He Nan’s Love Letter
It was just past eight in the evening, and Shen Mianmian wasn’t very sleepy yet. With final exams just three days away, she needed to make good use of her time to study. She had fallen behind on too much knowledge in the past, and although she could now grasp things quickly, she still needed to look at example questions to understand some of the new material.
The books that He Nan had given her, the more important ones, she had already finished reading; only a few others remained, like those purchased for extracurricular reading. She rifled through them and then found an English book among the remaining volumes.
The book looked new, as if it had never been turned over.
In the 21st century, children start learning English vocabulary in kindergarten, but in the 1980s, this was something that was only begun in middle school, and Shen Mianmian’s English had always been utterly abysmal.
It wasn’t just her; there were only three or four students in the entire class who could pass English, and the English teachers were of mediocre ability at best.
She deeply understood the importance of being familiar with a foreign language, so she opened the book and leafed through it. She could actually comprehend a few simple words here and there, a capability for which she had to thank Zhou Siyu’s son and daughter.
Back then, the two kids often recited English vocabulary at home. Zhou Siyu’s daughter wasn’t good at her studies, but her English was quite strong. She often cursed at her in English, and as a result, even someone like her who didn’t speak English began to slowly comprehend some simple phrases.
With this thought, a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes. Zhou Siyu’s daughter, just like Zhou Siyu herself, could be described as equally selfish and vain.
Lying under the covers, Zhou Siyu felt increasingly uncomfortable the more she thought about it and deliberately turned over, making a bit of a commotion. The English book that Shen Mianmian was resting on her legs slipped and fell onto the floor.
Shen Mianmian was jolted back to reality and frowned, looking over at her. Zhou Siyu snorted, “It’s not like I did it on purpose. It’s your fault for not holding onto it properly.”
Now was not the time to argue with Zhou Siyu. Taking a deep breath, Shen Mianmian suppressed the anger rising in her chest, leaned over the bed to pick up the book, and a pink slip of paper slipped out from between its pages.
She picked up the note in silence. It was written with a fountain pen in delicate, beautiful handwriting, clearly that of a girl.
‘The countless times I searched for him in the crowd, suddenly turning back, I found him where the lights were dim’ and in the bottom right corner, signed, Cheng Xining.
It was a very pleasant name, clearly that of a girl.
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Could this be… a love letter written to Brother He Nan by someone else?
A middle school textbook, meaning it was something that someone gave to Brother He Nan when he was in middle school. By the looks of it, he had never noticed this note. Should she return this note to Brother He Nan?
That girl named Cheng Xining must never have imagined that Brother He Nan had never seen this slip of paper. She probably spent many days and nights anxious about the note.
After some thought, Shen Mianmian decided that the next time she saw He Nan, she would tell him about the note.
As for the rest, it was none of her business.
Having made her decision, she tucked the note back into the English book and put it in her backpack so she could easily hand it to Brother He Nan the next time they met.
After putting everything away, she had just laid down to sleep when Zhou Siyu’s stinky feet found their way into her arms. Zhou Siyu wasn’t very tidy these days, and exceptionally lazy to boot—she wouldn’t wash her feet before going to bed, and the odor was more than most could bear.
The family’s poor living conditions didn’t allow for an extra blanket, so, with no other choice, she turned her back towards Zhou Siyu’s feet and endured it all.
