pjbooks The 102nd time was seen by Yang's father.
The 102nd time was seen by Yang's father.
When Yang's father first came here, his family was destitute. Lin's father came to the village to work and used the leftover wood to make a few cabinets for him, without accepting any money.
Later, he took the initiative to come and make furniture for him. Although he paid for it slowly later, he always remembered this kindness.
The Lin family does have a son, about the same age as their daughter. When he was little, Lin's father brought him along; he was wearing open-crotch pants.
But considering that the other party has been admitted to the top high school, his status is completely different. If he were to say that he wanted to marry his daughter to him, people would laugh their heads off.
As for the others, Lin's father couldn't think of anyone he would approve of.
Just as I was having a headache, Yang Xiaoling brought in a large bowl.
"Dad, dinner's ready."
"Okay, just leave it there, I'll eat it in a bit."
After receiving intravenous fluids all afternoon, Mr. Yang felt better and was able to sit up without any problems.
"Dad, eat quickly, it'll get cold soon."
Although Lin Chuan delivered the food quickly, it was already warm and would get cold if left any longer.
"Hmm, wait, you didn't cook this, did you? Who delivered it?"
When Yang's father sat up, he realized that the food and the bowl were not from his own family at all, and he looked at Yang Xiaoling with some curiosity.
Yang Xiaoling didn't know how to answer. If she said Lin Chuan, her father would ask about it, and her father's health wasn't good right now, so it was better not to upset him. But if she talked about someone else, she felt she was letting Lin Chuan down.
She mumbled for a moment, "Dad, you eat first. I'll take the needle out. The injection is finished now."
After Yang Xiaoling had her needle removed, her father put down the bowl and, supporting himself, moved towards the kitchen.
No one knows a daughter better than her father, and Yang Xiaoling's reaction just now made her father realize that something was wrong.
On the other side, Lin Chuan was in the kitchen, grinning foolishly with his hands supporting his chin.
Yang Xiaoling ate the food he brought, which was an indication that she agreed to what he said and wanted to be his girlfriend.
It sounds casual, but that's how it is these days. Once you've said it, it's either yes or no.
Unlike later generations, they won't drag it out or talk about tests.
Lin Chuan was thrilled. He got up, made a cup of brown sugar water, and placed it on the table. He had already started thinking about names for his child.
Soon, Yang Xiaoling came out, and Lin Chuan was a little nervous:
"Did you tell your dad?"
"What did you say?"
"Let's talk about us becoming a couple."
Yang Xiaoling's face flushed red instantly. She was willing, but saying it so bluntly still made her feel embarrassed. However, she did not refute Lin Chuan's words.
"No, I didn't say."
"Hey, why didn't you say so?"
Lin Chuan was thinking that if he got Yang's father's approval, he wouldn't have to act like a thief when visiting Yang Xiaoling in the future.
But then he thought, what if Yang's father found out now? If he went to his mother, who knows how much she would nag him.
"It's good that you didn't say anything. We can talk about it later. You should eat first. You're so thin. Eat more and gain some weight."
Yang Xiaoling started eating, and Lin Chuan's mind was completely on her; she looked beautiful no matter how he looked at her.
Yang Xiaoling blushed deeply under his gaze, her face almost buried in the bowl.
The Yang family kitchen has two doors: a main door connected to the eaves, which separates a small dining room, and a door leading out of the kitchen, which used to be the pigsty and toilet.
Lin Chuan was watching Yang Xiaoling intently when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked up and met Yang's father's gaze.
Lin Chuan's mind went blank. He hurriedly stood up, wanting to greet Yang's father, but the moment Lin Chuan looked over, Yang's father immediately turned and walked towards the toilet.
"What's wrong? Are you going back?"
Yang Xiaoling was facing away from the kitchen door and didn't see her father. When Lin Chuan suddenly stood up, she thought he was going back.
"You, your dad."
Lin Chuan pointed to Yang's father's back and said in a very low voice.
"Why is my dad up? Did he say anything?"
"No, when I saw him, he turned around and left. Is your dad unhappy with me?"
Lin Chuan felt a little flustered. In the novels he read in his later years, it was said that the father was very unhappy about his daughter getting married, and since Yang's father had not said a word, he thought that Yang's father was dissatisfied with him.
Yang Xiaoling carefully inquired about the situation Lin Chuan had just experienced, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
If her father was not satisfied, he would start scolding her on the spot. Apart from her, her father was not exactly good-tempered towards others.
Seeing Lin Chuan's frightened appearance, Yang Xiaoling found it somewhat amusing. The lofty image Lin Chuan had previously held in her heart had crumbled, making him seem much more approachable.
"What are you afraid of? It's okay. If my dad wasn't happy with you, he would have scolded you already."
"Then why did your dad turn around and leave without saying a word to me?"
"What do you want my dad to say?"
"Hmm, that makes sense."
Lin Chuan's panic was only subconscious. Hearing Yang Xiaoling say this, he finally calmed down and became excited.
"So, your dad agrees to our relationship."
"Someone like you would be a fool not to agree."
Yang Xiaoling muttered something, then sat down to eat.
"Hey, what do you mean by that?"
Lin Chuan's mindset is actually somewhat out of touch with the times. He knows the importance of reputation, but he thinks more about how a good reputation makes things easier.
For example, when others found out that he owned the supply and marketing cooperative, they would be more willing to sell their goods there. I never really thought about the role that reputation played in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
The main reason was that he married late in life, and by then he no longer cared about reputation, only money.
No matter how Lin Chuan asked, Yang Xiaoling wouldn't answer him. She couldn't exactly shower him with praise, that would be too embarrassing.
Lin Chuan and Yang Xiaoling were chatting idly, but Lin Chuan's ears were perked up. A few minutes later, he heard footsteps coming from the bathroom.
He stopped at the corner of the toilet room, knowing that Yang's father had finished using the toilet and was standing behind them listening to their conversation.
"Hey, I'm going back now. I'll come see you again tomorrow. You're not feeling well right now, so don't do any heavy work. Leave the work for me. Let me tell you, I'm very strong."
I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow; I'll make extra. You can heat it up for lunch. I have to go to the county town at noon, and I'll come back to see you in the evening.
Are you leaving?
Yang Xiaoling was a little reluctant to leave. She quite liked spending time with Lin Chuan and listening to his rambling.
"Don't bring me food tomorrow. I can cook for myself, and you don't need to do any work. I'll take care of the farm work in a few days. You should focus on your studies. I'll wait until you finish your studies."
Yang Xiaoling's next words were so soft they were almost inaudible. Lin Chuan looked at her shy expression, rubbed her head, and turned to run home.
Yang Xiaoling was having her head rubbed by Lin Chuan and was grinning foolishly when she saw her father approaching. She called out nervously:
"dad."
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(Originally, I was thinking of pulling things along and confirming the relationship after a month or two when Lin Chuan stopped studying.)
Then I thought about it, and realized that girls are very sensitive, so it's impossible that they wouldn't notice.
If you realize something but pretend you don't know, that would be a bit too much like being a manipulative girl. After thinking about it, I decided to just be direct.
It seems casual, but that's how it's always been. Some people only meet a few times before marriage; there's no pressure, it's either a yes or a no.