Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

(technically 43, not sure which number)

The next day, Su Jiaojiao felt lethargic because she woke up too early.

It was only six o’clock in the morning when they arrived at the county, and then they were taken to meet people. After that, they went to eat. Thankfully, the cost of the meals were all included, and the food was pretty decent too.

Su Jiaojiao accompanied them as a family member.

After using the magical spray for more than ten days, Song Qinghan only had a shallow wound on his shoulder, and there was no need to bandage it. His body didn’t have any hidden wounds afterwards, and he could use his arm just as well as before.

This was all due to the magic spray.

An ordinary person’s arm could be crippled after a deep wound by a wild boar’s tusks, but he shrugged it off like nothing, so everyone praised him for his strong resilience.

Song Qinghan responded with a calm smile every time.

At eight o’clock, they started to prepare, and there was a dress rehearsal.

Su Jiaojiao was bored, so she exited the auditorium and went out to get some fresh air.

This used to be a middle school, but school was still being suspended.

After walking around a few times, she yawned and found a place to sit down, preparing to close her eyes and rest for a while. Suddenly there was the sound of a ‘click’. Su Jiaojiao looked over curiously and saw a young man with trousers and a waistcoat, holding a camera to take pictures of some flowers and trees.

But after taking a photo, the young man came over and asked politely, “Hello, I am a reporter from Golden Sun Daily. Where is the hall the ceremony will be held at?”

“There.” Su Jiaojiao pointed in a direction.

The young man thanked her and left quickly.

Su Jiaojiao was a little curious about reporters of this era and followed.

Several reporters came, but the young man just then was the most handsome.

As soon as she came back, Song Qinghan saw her, and the two greeted each other. Su Jiaojiao’s smile became sweeter and more charming.

As he saw her again, the reporter came over curiously, “Are you also part of this ceremony?”

“I am a family member of someone part of it.” Su Jiaojiao smiled.

The reporter’s eyes lit up. He had been trying to interview people, but most of them were too shy or too exaggerated. He didn’t understand some dialects. It was rare to see someone like her, so hopefully she’d be a good interviewee. He asked, “Can I get an interview?”

Su Jiaojiao hesitated.

The man took out his press card and said seriously. “I am a real reporter, but I haven’t gotten a regular job yet. This is an important task for me…”

The name on the press card is quite funny, Ji Xuexi, and it showed his parents’ expectations of him.

“Okay.” Su Jiaojiao nodded and allowed him this interview because of his name.

Song Qinghan didn’t have to do anything right now. He was standing to one side and leaned against the wall to rest. Seeing Su Jiaojiao coming over with a man, his eyes slightly narrowed, and immediately pulled her to his side. “What’s the matter?”

“This reporter wants to interview you.” Su Jiaojiao smiled and looked at Ji Xuexi.

However, Ji Xuexue looked at Song Qinghan strangely, as if he was a little confused, but also as if they knew each other?

While thinking about it, I saw Ji Xuexi grinning and said, “Hello, my name is Ji Xuexi.”

Song Qinghan nodded and said, “I’m Song Qinghan.”

When Ji Xuexi heard his name, his pupils shrunk slightly, and his expression became more inquisitive. “It’s such a coincidence. My uncle’s surname is also Song.”

Su Jiaojiao’s eyebrows twitched, and her years of experience of reading webnovels made her a little wary. She felt there was something off with this Ji Xuexi.

Song Qinghan didn’t feel it and simply nodded.

The two began the interview process. Ji Xuexi asked him all about what happened. By the way, he asked about the brigade he was in and finally took a picture.

At the end, Ji Xuexue was still quite reluctant to leave and wanted to ask about his situation.

Song Qinghan frowned slightly and changed the subject.

Su Jiaojiao whispered from the side, “We have separated from his parents, and his parents have nothing to say to him.”

A thoughtful look flashed in Ji Xuexue’s eyes, and he asked a few more questions which Su Jiaojiao answered. By nine o’clock, the commendation ceremony had officially begun, and he stopped asking.

Su Jiaojiao watched him take pictures silently, and finally bid them farewell. All kinds of doubts appeared in his heart.

How cold-blooded were they?

Su Jiaojiao had guessed that Song Qinghan might not be the child of the Song parents from the very beginning. After all, the Song parents treated him like someone they had picked up from the street. Most people treated hobos on the street better than that, not to say their own children.

Armos D. Platypus: Filler chappie because this is a slice of life story.