A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

"I'm telling you, you're the same," Section Chief Liang said seriously, putting down his chopsticks. "The All-China Women's Federation is conducting a special evaluation of you."

"Huh? Me?" Ye Wenxi was extremely surprised.

Liang Yan explained to Ye Wenxi, "Some time ago, a colleague from the Publicity Department of the All-China Women's Federation called me and asked me a lot of questions about you."

"I truthfully told them the data and facts I obtained from the garment company last time. They should have also inquired with the Light Industry Bureau afterwards. It's still under evaluation, and I'm not too clear about the specific progress."

Ye Wenxi blinked in confusion: "Why? I... I wasn't shortlisted for the national selection, and I haven't had any contact with the All-China Women's Federation... Section Chief Liang, did you recommend me there?"

Section Chief Liang chuckled and shook his head: "It wasn't me. This matter is thanks to Ji Tinglan, the editor of Popular Cinema."

"Editor-in-Chief Ji?" Ye Wenxi's voice changed.

"Yes." Section Chief Liang explained slowly, seeing her shocked expression.

"Editor-in-Chief Ji wrote a feature article for you before, but it was rejected by Popular Cinema. However, the article did not disappear; it was transferred to Women's Newsletter."

"The comrades in charge of selecting articles over there were very interested in your clothing company and mutual aid society, which are examples of military dependents starting their own businesses and creating employment opportunities for women. They felt that this was a very good social phenomenon and subject matter, which is why they conducted a further in-depth evaluation."

Ye Wenxi sat there, remaining silent for a long time.

She was still clutching the enamel teacup in her hand; the warmth of the cup seeped through her palm, but it couldn't compare to the burning throbbing in her chest.

She recalled what Ji Tinglan had said that day: "We need a professional voice, a broader channel to reflect women's voices, to publicize their situations and achievements. As a public relations worker, I can do even more."

At the time, she only thought of Ji Tinglan as a kind-hearted media friend who had helped her a lot.

But she never expected that this person had done so much behind the scenes.

What was even more unexpected was that after the feature article about her was rejected, Ji Tinglan did not give up, but instead moved to another more suitable platform, and eventually made it to the internal publication of the All-China Women's Federation.

Ye Wenxi looked down at the jasmine flowers floating in the cup, and her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

She was completely moved by the silent stubbornness of these people.

But this kind of infection is always mutual.

Ji Tinglan treated her this way.

She felt the same way about Ji Tinglan, Song Xiaotang, and all those indomitable women scattered in different corners of the world.

There was no alliance between them, nor was it based on any interests.

Some of them I've never even met.

Yet they could recognize each other across mountains and seas.

It is their unyielding backbone that makes them stand up.

Ye Wenxi placed the teacup on the table, the porcelain bottom striking the wooden surface with a soft sound.

The tea sloshed around, and a few jasmine petals sank to the bottom.

Ye Wenxi quickly blinked twice to suppress the slight wetness, then looked up and smiled at Section Chief Liang: "Section Chief Liang, I don't know how to thank you enough for all of you supporting and helping me."

Section Chief Liang reached out, patted the back of her hand, nodded, then shook his head: "Between us, we don't need these things."

She paused, her gaze softening. "I completely understand why Editor Ji Tinglan did that. I would have done the same."

As she spoke, she took out a small notebook from her bag, opened it, and found a photo tucked inside.

The photo shows the logo of Wenxi Clothing Company, a wreath and a tethered wrist.

Ye Wenxi was stunned when she saw the photo.

Section Chief Liang didn't explain why he carried it with him, but simply pointed with his finger: "Look, isn't it all reflected here? We are happy for you, and even more so because of your deeds, we have more confidence in the future of Chinese women and in the millions of sisters."

She paused, then said, "There will definitely be more light, ignited by people like you."

Ye Wenxi stared at the writer, his gaze momentarily unfocused.

The pattern in the photo flickered slightly in her eyes.

It was no longer a flat sign; it was more like a mirror.

She was on this side with the clothing company, the mutual aid society, and the female military dependents.

Ji Tinglan, Song Xiaotang, and Section Chief Liang were on the other side, separated by mountains and rivers, yet strangely, they were superimposed in the same scene.

They are each other's mirror and each other's light.

Through these similar souls, they confirmed that they were on the right path, and through each other's glimmer of light, they continued on the narrow road.

Ye Wenxi sat on the bus on her way back, her face pressed against the window.

The car bumped along as it drove north, and outside the window, the yellowing poplar leaves fell like gold foil when the wind blew.

She stared at the golden expanse, but her mind was still replaying the photo in Section Chief Liang's notebook.

Ji Tinglan, Song Xiaotang, Section Chief Liang, Zhang Yunxia, ​​and other women I've never even met.

They are scattered in different corners, doing different things, yet they seem to be connected by the same thread.

Ye Wenxi watched the rapidly receding shadows of the trees outside the window...

An absurd thought popped into her mind: she came here... because of them?

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It's the same road, the same row of poplars, their bare branches pointing towards the gray sky, where light snow is falling.

The fallen leaves on the roadbed were gone, replaced by a thick layer of snow, with two dark brown mud tracks left by the wheels.

The frost on the car window slowly spread from one corner to cover the entire glass. Ye Wenxi stretched out a finger and drew a circle on the frost.

Two months have passed just like that.

Snow piled up on the poplar branches, and the distant fields stretched out in a desolate expanse, with a few sparrows occasionally darting out from the withered grass.

It was much colder in the car than last time.

Wrapped in a thick cotton coat, Ye Wenxi boarded the bus back to the military region once again.

I spent many days in Harbin this time.

After finishing my classes at the Academy of Fine Arts, I went to the exchange meeting at the Light Industry Bureau three times. The most exhausting event was the opening ceremony of the physical store, which involved speeches from leaders, congratulations from various units, ribbon-cutting, and receptions. It took several days to prepare.

She stayed for two more days after the ceremony, and should have stayed two more days, but she couldn't today; she had to rush back.

Today is Lu Weidong's birthday.

Ye Wenxi bent down, picked up the cloth bundle at her feet, and took out a delicate little box from it.

When she opened it, there was a watch inside.

The latest model from Shanghai brand, all-steel shockproof.

She spent a long time browsing through the department store counters, and could have chosen a more expensive imported item, but Lu Weidong didn't like to show off.

This watch has a clean dial and a neat strap, just like him.

Ye Wenxi looked down at the watch, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

I haven't seen Lu Weidong for quite a few days.

She misses him very much.