Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 67 - Ways to Repay a Kindness

I’ll wait here for you.”

Yang PeiMin sighed in relief.

Outside, all the gifts for the bride had been brought in, displayed in the courtyard for onlookers for a while, and finally put in Yang PeiMin’s room.

Fortunately, her room was clean and tidy.

It was a bit crowded, and she had to clear some unused items out to make space for the gifts near the bed.

Shen Yiguang and Zhang Minghua were talking with others.

“I’ve discussed it with Minmin’s dad, and we plan to let her take all these gifts with her when she gets married,” Zhang Minghua was saying to Shen Yiguang.

“Auntie, we also have these in our house.

These are meant as a tribute to you and uncle.

To marry your daughter to me is already a profound gratitude, and what I offer is just a small token of my appreciation…”

As Yang PeiMin entered, Shen Yiguang’s gaze paused for a moment.

“Minmin is here; is it okay to put this here?” Zhang Minghua showed her the goods.

Yang PeiMin glanced at the bundle tied with red silk—brand new and impressive—and nodded, “It should be fine.”

“We were just discussing letting these items go with you when you get married, but Xiao Shen disagrees…”

“Let me talk to him then.”

Zhang Minghua smiled and nodded, “Sure, you two should discuss it.

You’re both adults…” She then shooed her son and daughter-in-law out of the room to give them some space.

Shen Yiguang chuckled at her, “You don’t need to bring these as a dowry; your home has prepared other things for you.”

“About this, I think it’s best to take half and leave half.

We don’t have a bicycle or radio at my house, so we can just keep those.

They wanted to prepare more substantial things for me, but you know my family’s situation, with so many incidents happening.

I didn’t agree.”

“This could be seen as the best of both worlds.

It saves face for both me and my parents.

What do you think?”

Shen Yiguang nodded, “Sure, you’ve thought it through better.

However, regarding your father-in-law here, let’s add some more gifts.”

Father-in-law indeed!

She remembered he was still calling him uncle in front of Zhang Minghua.

Yang PeiMin gave him a sidelong glance.

“You make the arrangements.”

Shen Yiguang looked at her, his smile unable to contain the warmth spilling from his eyes, “Minmin…”

He was reaching out to hold her hand.

Don’t misunderstand; back then, relationships were very innocent, maybe just holding hands at most.

But Yang PeiMin instinctively pulled away, asking, “Did you receive something?”

Shen Yiguang raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and teased her, “Minmin, how did you know?”

Yang PeiMin lifted her chin, signaling him to sit on the kang (a traditional heated bed), to explain.

There were no chairs in the room; people here preferred sitting on the kang, even accommodating guests there.

Shen Yiguang took out the bundle, “A kid gave it to me; I haven’t had the chance to look yet, hopefully, it’s not some prank.” He glanced at Yang PeiMin while saying this.

She knew he was mocking her previous experience with a child’s prank and shot him a look, motioning him, “Open it and see.”

A bag made of kraft paper held the contents, merely folded at the opening.

Shen Yiguang took out the contents—it was indeed as Yang PeiMin had speculated, several neatly folded letters, seemingly about seven or eight.

Yang PeiMin gave him a look, feeling somewhat guilty for no reason.

Then she thought, she hadn’t written it.

Why feel guilty?

Shen Yiguang also looked at her expression, his face inquiring.

“See what it says?”

Yang PeiMin leaned in, making a gesture to look together.

Shen Yiguang opened the top letter, and Yang PeiMin peered closely; it was written: The original writer had inquired about the other party’s situation in Shanghai and expressed a wish to visit Shanghai subtly before moving on to ask about the family preferences of the other party.

It was evident from the lines that the letter was filled with admiration and clearly a love letter.

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“The handwriting is pretty good, but it lacks your bold flair.

Yours is nicer.

Seems indeed like a prank,” Shen Yiguang stuffed the letters back into the bag, making a gesture as if to discard it.

Yang PeiMin laughed, her eyes sparkling as she nodded, “Glad you noticed.”

She still maintained the distance suitable for reading the letter, her nose seemingly tingling with her faintly lingering fragrance.

Shen Yiguang found his resolve wavering for a moment.

He chuckled softly, handing her the letter, “I’ll leave it to you to manage; you know these village folks.”

“Sure.”

“You’ve kept your room pretty tidy.” It was orderly and clean, cozy mostly because the room, sporting just a kang, a wood cabinet, and two trunks, felt homely, possibly due to her presence.

Yang PeiMin pressed her lips together, smiling, “We should head outside, it’s a bit dark in here.” Saying this, she got off the kang, then suddenly remembered, “Oh, right, I brought something for you to take back.” She took out the fatigue-relieving herbal mix she had prepared for him.

“This is for you, use it in a foot bath to relieve fatigue.

I had prepared it a while ago, thinking of showing my gratitude for saving my life, just remembered now.”

Shen Yiguang took it, examining closely with satisfaction, not even asking who made it, then shifted his gaze back to her face and smiled, “That’s thoughtful.

Still, I think the best way to repay a life-saving debt is by a lifelong commitment.”

Yang PeiMin’s eyes widened, then she blushed, huffed, and did not continue the conversation, lifting the door curtain and walking out.

Shen Yiguang chuckled under his breath and followed her out.

Zhang Minghua stood not far from the door, pretending to air dry some vegetables, noticed them coming out, and saw that her daughter’s demeanor had greatly improved compared to when she had returned home yesterday.

It seemed the young couple had cleared the air, evident from the atmosphere around them, Zhang Minghua thought contentedly.