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

Ye Wenxi, Lu Weidong, and Ding Jiahe came out of the military hospital and bumped into Wang Hao, who was walking in their direction.

When Wang Hao saw Ding Jiahe from afar, his face immediately lit up with a smile, and he hurried over to greet her.

Ding Jiahe remained awkward and turned her head away.

Ye Wenxi nudged him with her elbow: "What's there to be coy about? Just say what you want to say."

"Wife!" Wang Hao ignored everything else, leaned in and put his arm around Ding Jiahe's shoulder. "You're back?"

"Jiahe brought you something from the Friendship Store, come and take a look!" Ye Wenxi interjected.

"Hey, honey, what good stuff did you bring?" Wang Hao said, reaching for the net bag.

Ding Jiahe stepped back slightly and straightened her bag: "No... I didn't buy anything, just some everyday items."

"I have to take a look!"

"Let's go home and see!" Ding Jiahe urged him on.

Wang Hao turned and waved to Ye Wenxi and Lu Weidong, "Sister-in-law, Brother Dong, we're heading back now!"

"Let's go back!" Ye Wenxi replied with a smile.

The two watched as Wang Hao half-pulled, half-dragged Ding Jiahe forward. They didn't know what Wang Hao said, but Ding Jiahe laughed and punched him.

After walking for a while, the two turned a corner and were met by two figures, Fang Ruijun and Wang Yingxue, who were heading towards the military hospital.

"Wenxi!" Wang Yingxue saw him first, released her hand from Fang Ruijun's, and quickly took two steps forward. "You're back!"

"Xiaoxue," Ye Wenxi greeted with a smile, "Yes, I just got off the bus and came to see Sister Yunxia."

"How's Zhaoheng's situation?"

"It went fairly smoothly. I'll tell you all the details when I get back to Wenxi Garment Company tomorrow."

Fang Ruijun also came over: "Comrade Ye, Regiment Commander Lu."

"Long time no see, Comrade Fang." Ye Wenxi turned to look Fang Ruijun up and down. "How's your recovery going lately?"

"I'm getting better every day." Fang Ruijun smiled. "Now I can do some basic physical rehabilitation. The doctor said if I rest a little longer, there's hope."

"That's good." Ye Wenxi nodded. "I believe Comrade Fang will be able to return to the special forces sooner or later."

Fang Ruijun nodded slightly and smiled, "I hope so."

Lu Weidong: "Take it easy, don't rush things. You have a good foundation, so focus on getting your body fully healed first, and don't leave any lingering health problems."

"Understood, Commander," Fang Ruijun replied readily.

"Okay, then let's go see Sister Yunxia." Wang Yingxue took Fang Ruijun's arm again.

"Go ahead, see you at the clothing company tomorrow." Ye Wenxi waved her hand.

See you tomorrow, Moon Hee.

The two passed each other.

Ye Wenxi took a few steps and subconsciously looked back.

Under the dim streetlights, Fang Ruijun pulled Wang Yingxue's scarf up a little higher, carefully tucking it in: "It's cool at night, don't let it get cold."

"It's not cold," Wang Yingxue said with a smile, looking up at the sky.

"Hold on tight, this road is uneven and it's dark, don't fall." Fang Ruijun said, pulling Wang Yingxue's arm tighter under his armpit, and the two of them rubbed against each other's shoulders as they walked forward step by step.

Ye Wenxi saw this, smiled slightly, and looked away.

Lu Weidong: "What are you looking at?"

Ye Wenxi: "It's nothing. I just think...it's pretty good."

It was already getting dark, and the autumn wind swept fallen leaves across the street, making it even cooler than during the day.

Ye Wenxi shrank his neck and wrapped his coat tighter.

Lu Weidong grabbed her hand and stuffed it into the pocket of his military overcoat.

Ye Wenxi tried to pull the cart away, saying, "There are still quite a few people here."

Lu Weidong gripped his fist tighter: "It's pitch black now, who's going to watch?"

He clasped his hands together and gently kneaded Ye Wenxi's cool fingertips inside his pocket.

Lu Weidong: "Is it warm?"

Ye Wenxi pursed her lips, a smile appearing on her face: "Hmm, warm, dry, and big..."

Lu Weidong chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Wenxi turned her head to look at him, somewhat speechless.

"Hmm? You're not allowed to laugh?" Lu Weidong raised an eyebrow.

"There's something wrong with your smile."

"Tch..." Lu Weidong pinched her fingertips. "Then I can only say that your thinking is also wrong."

"See! I told you so!" Ye Wenxi nudged him with her elbow. "Lu Weidong, I've noticed that you're starting to become a bit of a repressed pervert."

Lu Weidong stopped and slowly turned his head, looking down at her under the streetlight.

Lu Weidong: "Me? A repressed pervert?"

Ye Wenxi: "You...you are one of them."

Lu Weidong suddenly leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear: "I just chuckled. I wonder who it was that was spewing such venom on the phone earlier... their gun barrel was practically sparking?"

Ye Wenxi looked up abruptly, her face instantly burning: "You..."

"What?!" Lu Weidong smiled and took half a step back, looking completely innocent. "Didn't you teach me, Teacher Ye?"

Ye Wenxi pulled her hand away and was about to pinch his waist.

Lu Weidong had anticipated her move, laughing as he dodged to the side and slid forward with a long stride.

"Stop right there!"

"Lu Weidong, you come back here right now!"

"We'll see if we can catch up..."

The path was deserted, with only two dim streetlights swaying overhead.

Ye Wenxi clenched her fists and chased after him. Lu Weidong didn't really run, but kept her on his hem, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When he saw that she was chasing too fast, he deliberately slowed down so that she could grab the hem of his clothes.

She suddenly pounced on him, raining punches down on his back.

Lu Weidong smiled and turned around, pulling her into his arms. He then leaned his back against a poplar tree by the roadside, encircling her between the tree trunk and himself.

"Hmph, I haven't finished venting my anger yet." Ye Wenxi looked up, huffing and puffing.

"Oh?" He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against hers. "I advise you to be gentler. That way, maybe I can be gentler tonight."

"You're so annoying!" Ye Wenxi blushed and raised her hand to punch him.

"If you don't believe me, go home and try it." Lu Weidong turned his head away, his eyes almost overflowing with laughter.

Ye Wenxi bit her lip, looked up at him, and the light from the streetlamp fell on her lips, making them appear moist.

Lu Weidong looked down, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"cough...."

"Commander Lu, be mindful of the consequences," Ye Wenxi said deliberately with a stern face.

Lu Weidong suddenly grabbed her and hurried home.

"What's up?"

"Go home." He walked briskly. "I'm starving, time to eat."

"I'm starving too." Ye Wenxi stumbled as he was dragged along, and jogged to catch up.

"Okay, I'll boil some water when we get home. There's something in the bathtub today..."

Hearing this, Ye Wenxi was filled with rage.

"I meant a proper meal!"

She stretched out her arms and hooked them around his neck, trying to pull him down, but ended up hanging up herself.

Lu Weidong picked her up and spun her around, laughing, "Just kidding. I'll make you braised noodles when we get home, okay?"

"Noodles with soybean paste will do, and it'll be faster."

"It's settled then," Lu Weidong put her down, but didn't forget to hold her hand. "We're having noodles with soybean paste today, no garlic allowed."

"Huh? Without garlic, the flavor of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) is only half as good."

Lu Weidong pinched her chin: "Your little mouth, hold back."

Ye Wenxi pinched his cheek with her hand: "Can't you hold back your little mouth for my sake?"

Lu Weidong grabbed her hand and quickly kissed her on the lips: "No."

Suddenly a gust of wind swept across the street corner, and the poplar leaves on the ground swirled up like a tiny golden tornado, spinning under the streetlights.

Ye Wenxi's eyes lit up. She broke free from Lu Weidong's hand and chased after him. She kicked lightly with her foot, and the leaves scattered and then gathered again.

She turned around and shouted, "Look at me! Look at me!"

Lu Weidong followed behind with a smile, his hands in his coat pockets: "Don't fall."

"I refuse to believe I can't kick it!" Ye Wenxi chased after the vortex again, her laughter crisp and clear.

Lu Weidong chased after him, shouting, "Slow down—"

The laughter faded into the distance, growing fainter and fainter, until finally only the soft rustling of the wind through the treetops remained.

The streetlights were lit quietly.

The last poplar leaf escaped the vortex, drifted leisurely across the deserted street, and gently fell into the distance.

But the wind kept blowing.

The wind blew through that era of rebuilding from scratch, lit up this dim streetlamp, blew past their chasing figures and tightly clasped hands, and gently blew into the hearts of everyone who witnessed this story.

Then, it flows on to a very, very long time later.

(End of the article)

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Concluding remarks:

Being able to finish writing a long novel was a first for me.

I've always been someone who loves to daydream and has a strong sense of immersion.

For me, the experience of writing this book felt less like simply creating a story and more like experiencing the joys and sorrows of an era with these people.

Every time I think about the end and my departure, I feel sad for a while.

I typed this out after I had cried.

The fact that this book has managed to persevere to this day, despite its setbacks, is partly due to luck, but also inseparable from the support and companionship of every reader.

The words were typed by me, but the length, depth, and even the vitality of the story are given by each reader.

Actually, I did have an outline, but it couldn't resist the "characters'" own ideas.

The biggest change is in the core idea of ​​the entire article.

Originally, I didn't intend to write about women's mutual aid.

Therefore, the book has a big contrast between the beginning and the end, and the disjointedness is a bit serious. The beginning is a bit melodramatic and full of female rivalry, while the later part has a deeper meaning and more profound meaning.

I remember that Wenxi received a call from Zhang Yunxia at Lu Zhenghua's house while she was preparing for her university entrance exams.

I heard that all three employees resigned, which led to the Sun Xiaolan storyline.

Then came the mutual aid society and the Wenxi Garment Company.

That phone call wasn't something I had scheduled beforehand.

It came suddenly.

They attacked from that world.

They were reminding me that they are alive and have their own paths to follow.

Such unexpected plot twists are present in almost every key part of the story.

(Even Su Feng's appearance was unexpected; originally, Xiong Jing was supposed to be Zhou Xuchen, but he suddenly appeared.)

I once read a passage about the Buddhist concept of the universe.

A person's thought, imagination, or dream can create a world.

If that's the case, then I'm willing to believe it.

These people's stories will not end; they can all continue to be happy, and wherever they are, they will remain vibrant.

The author sets the following here:

Happiness for all, permanently effective.