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It’s already the fourth lunar month now, and the weather is slowly warming up. The willows on the river bank are beginning to bud, fluttering in the wind, looking like a girl’s slender waist.

Ni Yang opened up her wardrobe. She didn’t have many clothes, mainly cheongsams and coats, along with one bright red down jacket.

All she needed to wear in this kind of weather was a cheongsam.

Ni Yang stood in front of the wardrobe and after much hesitation, ultimately chose a blue-green cheongsam.

The button loops of the cheongsam were wine-red. The combination of blue and red didn’t look abrupt, but rather harmonious. She wore a pair of silver-white high heels that revealed a little of her fair ankle and slender calves.

Her long black hair was loosely plaited into a fishtail braid that hung over her left breast. A small clip, similar to a hairpin, was tucked behind her ear. As she walked, the short bead chain on the clip quivered, making it look especially pleasing.

The cheongsam is a type of attire that is rather selective of its wearer. If slightly mishandled, it would make the wearer seem excessively mature, drab. Yet when worn by Ni Yang, one could see infinite vitality and beauty.

A feast for the eyes.

She was like an orchid blooming alone in a valley, capable of becoming a beautiful landscape wherever she went.

Just as Ni Yang finished changing her clothes, Ni Cuihua’s voice came from the courtyard, “Yangyang, are you ready? Yanran is here.”

“I’m ready,” Ni Yang walked out of the room.

“Ah! Yangyang, you look so beautiful!” Even though this wasn’t the first time seeing Ni Yang dressed in a cheongsam, each time, Ni Yang always impressed, radiating a unique beauty in each cheongsam she wore.

“Thank you,” Ni Yang said with a smile, “You’re very beautiful too.”

“I mean it, you’re really beautiful.” Li Yanran went over and held onto Ni Yang’s wrist.

Oh, how wonderful it would be if beautiful Ni Yang could become her sister-in-law and save the gene pool of the Li Family.

Li Yanran mused happily.

The two greeted Ni Cuihua, then left the Ni Family home.

Due to the poor roads in the village, Li Yanran’s car could only be parked at the entrance of the village.

The two walked to the village entrance.

Li Yanran opened the door of the passenger side, “Yangyang, you sit next to me.”

Ni Yang was somewhat surprised, “Yanran, you drove here yourself?”

In the ’80s, it was rare for women to drive.

But then again, Li Yanran was from a wealthy family, so her being able to drive wasn’t a rarity.

Li Yanran nodded, “Yes, I drove here myself.”

Ni Yang leaned in and slid into the car.

The car that Li Yanran was driving was a well-known domestic brand, with all-leather seats, and even a radio installed inside.

At that moment, the radio was broadcasting a famous martial arts novel.

Not only could the radio broadcast novels, but it could also play music.

Li Yanran turned to Ni Yang, “Yangyang, would you like to listen to some music?”

“Sure.” Ni Yang nodded.

Li Yanran flipped the switch, and a familiar song instantly began to play from the radio, “It seems as if I’ve seen it in a dream, waves appear in my heart, casting aside worldly worries and grievances…”

This song, “The Iron-Blooded Loyal Heart,” was the theme song for “The Legend of the Condor Heroes,” starring Huang Rihua and Weng Meiling.

“The Legend of the Condor Heroes” first aired in 1983, and in the years that followed, it became an unforgettable memory for an entire generation and an unparalleled classic on screen.

This was too familiar a song and it made Ni Yang hum along subconsciously.

Her voice was clear and melodious, possessing an indescribable charm when humming Cantonese songs.

Li Yanran exclaimed in surprise, “Yangyang, you can actually sing ‘The Iron-Blooded Loyal Heart’!”

‘The Iron-Blooded Loyal Heart’ was in Cantonese, which Li Yanran had wanted to learn for some time. Cantonese was rather difficult, and she hadn’t yet mastered it.

Ni Yang smiled, “I can sing a bit.”

Li Yanran said enviously, “Yangyang, you’re too amazing.”

Ni Yang replied, “If you want to learn it, I can share a little trick with you.”

“Yes, yes, tell me.”

Ni Yang went on, “Initially, you don’t need to focus on nailing every single word and sound. Just try to incorporate a bit of Cantonese flavour into your native Mandarin. Then listen more, sing more. If all else fails, you can remember the phonetic equivalents of the lyrics.”

Upon hearing this, Li Yanran’s eyes lit up, “Right! Why didn’t I think of that? I can remember the homophonic phrases! Yangyang, you’re too smart!”