Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 159 - 154: Song Tingfan, You Only Care About Your Sister-in-law!
The "ferocious" boy nervously tugged at his clothes in the dark.
He was the one who broke it.
He stutteringly agreed with his sister-in-law’s words, "Will... will hit you all."
Even lying to a dog made him stutter, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "Little Uncle, why are you so innocent."
Song Tingfan didn’t understand what his sister-in-law was laughing about. Hearing her call him innocent, he lowered his head shyly and quietly retorted, "Sister-in-law, I’m not innocent, I know a lot."
He was already sensible.
The things he knew were obviously not the same as what she meant by innocence, which made Lin Qiao laugh even more, but she didn’t continue, "Let’s go home quickly."
...
After hastily eating some food, they went back to the room and slept. Before dawn the next day, they went back to work in the fields.
Lin Qiao, holding a hoe, couldn’t help but yawn several times. Song Qin noticed and, while turning over the soil, advised, "Qiao’er, go back and sleep a bit more. Don’t overwork your body."
Lin Qiao shook her head, glanced at the sky, it was almost 5 to 7 a.m. She looked at Song Tingfan, who was skillfully turning the soil, "Little Uncle, it’s time to go to study."
While leaving, Song Tingfan picked up his cloth bag and grinned, "The school is nearby, I’ll dig a bit more."
He thought he should do as much work for the family as he could. Once he’s done, his sister-in-law, grandpa, and grandma could rest.
After digging for another half an hour, he ran to a nearby field to wash his hands, wiped them on his clothes before picking up the cloth bag, speaking quickly, "Sister-in-law, grandpa, grandma, I’m going to study." After saying that, he quickly ran from the slope with Lai Cai and Jinbao following behind.
One person and two dogs soon disappeared from sight.
Lin Qiao wanted to give a few caring words but had no chance to express them, "..."
Alright, no rush for now.
...
At school
As soon as Song Tingfan sat down, Zhou Tiedan came over, quite excited, and whispered, "Tingfan, Yu Hehua and Yu Dujuan have come to study, right in front."
Yu Hehua had big, pretty eyes and was the prettiest girl in the village. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Hearing this, Song Tingfan disinterestedly took out a book and turned to the page that the teacher lectured on yesterday, "Oh."
Clearly, such a joyous occasion should have been exciting, but not for him. Zhou Tiedan discontentedly grabbed his book, "Song Tingfan, don’t you think Yu Hehua is pretty?"
Song Tingfan pursed his lips seriously, "Not as pretty as my sister-in-law."
That was indeed the truth, but she was his sister-in-law, not his wife. Zhou Tiedan, looking very understanding, said, "Song Tingfan, you only care about your sister-in-law. Although she’s pretty, she’s not yours."
"My dad said we’re supposed to spend a lifetime with our wife."
Hearing the last sentence, Song Tingfan unhappily took back his book, bluntly saying, "I need to memorize the book."
Sister-in-law was his, his sister-in-law.
In the future, he would spend his life with his sister-in-law.
Zhou Tiedan got increasingly annoyed and didn’t want to deal with him.
Growing more and more irritated, Zhou Tiedan had no idea he was getting increasingly troublesome, angrily glaring at the "wooden head" beside him, "Humph, blockhead, you’ll end up a bachelor!"
Then ignored him, propping himself up to look at the two granddaughters of the Yu family in front.
Yu Hehua was indeed very pretty, prettier the more he looked.
Song Tingfan ignored him, focusing on memorizing the book, as the teacher would soon test them, and if he couldn’t recite, he’d have to ask for his parents.
As Cheng Sheng entered, he saw Zhou Tiedan stretching his neck and sternly walked over with a ruler, "Zhou Sheng, recite the lesson I assigned yesterday."
Zhou Tiedan immediately shrank his neck. He could usually recite it, but he suddenly got stuck. What was the opening again? He glanced at Song Tingfan for help, but Song Tingfan pretended not to see, with his eyes lowered on the book.
Seeing he couldn’t recite it, Cheng Sheng lightly but firmly hit his palm a few times, "Focus on your studies. At noon, have your mother come over."
Facing another call for his mother, Zhou Tiedan was like facing a formidable enemy, softly pleading, "Teacher, I’m sorry, please don’t call my mom."
His mother would hit him.
Cheng Sheng didn’t relent, going to the podium with the ruler before starting the lecture.
Zhou Tiedan, looking doomed, lay on the desk, whispering in blame, "Song Tingfan, why didn’t you help just now?"
"Didn’t see it." Song Tingfan lied without stuttering.
...
At noon, the village witnessed the usual scene of Tiedan’s mother chasing him around, Lin Qiao standing at the doorway with a bowl watching the commotion, and the Wang family next to them came out to watch too.
Mrs. Wang Zhu approached with a bowl to chat, "I wonder what Tiedan did this time to get chased by his mom again. His mom, too, with such a big kid, still hitting him, won’t be good for future marriage proposals."
Lin Qiao smiled, thinking Zhou Tiedan deserved it. Without discipline, he would only become more unruly.
Mrs. Wang Zhu asked again, "How’s the field work going?"
"Almost done."
"Oh, that’s quick then."
After a brief chat, they returned to their own homes. Lin Qiao returned to the main room, picked a piece of vegetable with her chopsticks, and asked, "Did Tiedan get scolded by the teacher again?"
Sister-in-law talking about Tiedan again, Song Tingfan, holding in his frustration, shoveled some rice, "Yeah, he couldn’t recite."
He paused for a moment and then softly added, "I recited it."
Lin Qiao could easily see through the boy’s little desire for "praise," so she cooperatively praised, "Little Uncle is really smart. I’ll cook fish balls for dinner."
"Niu Niu should study hard so your sister-in-law will make delicious food for you," Song Qin kindly encouraged him.
The young boy shyly and earnestly nodded, "I will study hard."
After the meal, Lin Qiao saw Song Tingfan fiddling with a piece of wood, probably making a box. She casually suggested, "Little Uncle, can you make it a bit bigger?"
Hearing this, Song Tingfan nodded and then focused on his work, putting it down only when it was nearing 1 to 3 p.m., and left for study.
After returning at dusk, he ate dinner and continued working on the box. After more than an hour, the box was finished. The surface was polished very smoothly, unlikely to cause any splinters.
He was about to stand up when he suddenly thought of something. Turning the box upside down to reveal the smooth bottom, he hesitated with a carving knife, and then inscribed his name.
Song Tingfan.
It was made for his sister-in-law, not for Zhang Dong.
As Lin Qiao came out of the kitchen, shaking off the water from her hands, in the dim lighting, she saw the young boy holding a carving knife.
Just when she went into the kitchen, she noticed the box was almost finished, "Little Uncle, isn’t it done yet?"
Her sudden voice startled the boy doing "bad deeds," who instinctively turned over the box, "Almost almost...done."
The villain stuttering had become common. Before, it was shyness and nervousness making him stutter, but now he seemed to stutter frequently. Lin Qiao couldn’t fathom his reactions but didn’t mind, "It’s too late now, finish it tomorrow."
Avoiding her seeing the box, Song Tingfan quickly rose, holding things with a hint of evasiveness into his room.
Lin Qiao, baffled, muttered softly, "Why does it feel like he’s in the throes of adolescence?"
Without thinking further, she extinguished the fire and went back to her room to sleep.
