Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

Su Jiaojiao bit Song Qinghan’s shoulder angrily once again as she gritted her teeth.

Song Qinghan’s body became stiff, his knees bent so that she would not have to stand on tiptoes. He said affectionately, “Jiaojiao, be more gentle. Don’t chip your teeth.”

Su Jiaojiao’s face flushed as her bite weakened. Suddenly she touched the tip of her tongue and tasted a hint of saltiness. Before she could react, her brain had automatically prompted: [Sweat, forty-five seconds after secretion time…]

Su Jiaojiao was at a loss for words. The tongue of God of Cooking deserves its name a hundred percent, but it worked way too well.

When she had breakfast before, she could clearly tell that the meat in the meat porridge was a bit tough. It should be put in two minutes later, the fire turned off three minutes earlier, and the rice should’ve been washed better etc. At that time, she felt pretty good. But now…

She let go with a sullen face.

Song Qinghan didn’t know she felt inwardly. He even moved his hand towards her as he said softly, “Jiaojiao, there is no meat on the shoulder. You can bite here.” [1]

Su Jiaojiao glanced at him warily as she put the money in his hand, “Send it to the Su family; I’ll go back to rest.”

“Okay.” Song Qinghan nodded obediently without saying a word, hugging and kissing her on the way back.

And then he ran before she could get angry.

When sending money to the residence, Sun Fang glanced at Song Qinghan’s bandaged left arm, frowning slightly, “Is Jiaojiao lazing around again? Next time, let her come. You’re injured and should rest.”

“It’s just a trivial matter, there’s nothing to it.” Song Qinghan smiled and shook his head, before turning to say, “Mom, is there any cotton in the house? Jiaojiao is afraid of the cold, and winter is coming. I want to make her another coat.”

When he mentioned this, Sun Fang immediately forgot about her crusade against her daughter, nodded and said, “There is still some cotton at home, but there’s only enough to make one coat. How about you?”

Song Qinghan, “I still have a military coat, so I’m fine.”

Sun Fang became more satisfied, and she was smiling faintly, “We aren’t out of money, and you should always have a spare. Give me your measurements next time and I’ll make one for you.”

She probably wouldn’t be as generous normally. However, he treats her daughter well, and they just made a large sum of money. Jiaojiao has also given them a lot of things recently, so she had to repay the favour.

It’s not like she had the heart to be stingy to a person without the love of parents.

Song Qinghan wanted to refuse. His skin was thick, and this winter wasn’t particularly cold.

But Sun Fang waved her hand and told him to leave.

He turned around in a daze. When he left, his footsteps were normal, but the look on his face was peculiar, and his heartfelt sour but fuzzy.

No matter why he received this benefit, he was still the one who got it.

When he grew up, Song Qinghan also wondered how survived until adulthood. He had been wearing the unusable rags of his parents’ clothes, so winter was always a nightmare for him. Every winter, he was so cold he might’ve frozen to death. [2]

He had thought about dying just like that before.

But in a stroke of luck, he had never managed to. There would always be a kind-hearted person to help him…just never his parents. They would look at him indifferently as if they wanted him to die sooner.

But sometimes they would give him a little food, as if they were afraid he would actually die.

It was Daniu who helped him survive as a child, and after that Su Zhengyang.

Daniu always said that he helped him, gave him survival skills and let him live well.

But he didn’t know how close he was to the truth. If he hadn’t stolen clothes from home to help Song Qinghan back then, he wouldn’t be here right now.

He retired because he did not want to waste national resources. He felt that he was useless as a soldier or as a clerk. After all, he was both illiterate and disabled. So he chose to retire. Not to mention…he got two hundred dollars a year from the state as he retired due to an injury.

Armos D. Platypus: I hope you like sob stories.

[1] D’awwwwwwwwwww.

[2] This is child abuse. What the-