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Su Xingmian followed Zhou Bingheng through the family compound, turned two corners, and walked to a row of bungalows in the far corner.

The courtyard wall is half a head higher than the others.

Zhou Bingheng took out his key and unlocked the door.

Su Xingmian stood at the door and didn't rush in; she smelled it first.

The smell of new wood mixed with lime and new cotton cloth; it was dry and dust-free, without a single grain of sand.

She reached out and touched the gap in the window frame.

The double-layered tarpaulin and windproof strips were pressed down tightly, and nothing stuck between my fingers.

The sandstorms in Northwest China are notoriously harsh.

This window was sealed up inch by inch by someone using their finger to test it.

The door frame has also been replaced with solid wood, the cross-section still showing the light yellow hue of new wood.

The door opened silently; the hinges were oiled.

Zhou Bingwen followed him into the house, first glancing around the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) in the corner, and then nodded.

I glanced across the street again, and then I stopped in my tracks.

A solid wood bed is placed against the wall.

The bed legs are made of old material and coated with clear varnish. The side against the wall is raised by half an inch, fitting together perfectly without wobbling at all.

Su Xingmian walked over and pressed a button.

The cotton was freshly fluffed and spread out thickly, so it bounced back very slowly when pressed.

"Who would sleep in a bed here? It takes up too much space, and it's freezing in winter..."

Zhou Bingwen's words were cut short.

He saw the bedside table.

Ten boxes of clam oil were stacked in two piles, and three bottles of face cream were squeezed to the side.

The brown sugar, malted milk powder, canned fruit, and milk candy on the stove were neatly arranged, as if someone had ordered them one by one according to a list.

The thermos was newly issued, and a new enamel mug was placed next to it.

There are two towels on the washbasin stand, one large and one small. The large one is neatly hung on the horizontal bar, while the small one is rolled up and tucked into the shelf.

Zhou Bingwen shut his mouth.

He moved two more steps toward the stove.

There are four bowls, four pairs of chopsticks, and two plates on the dish rack. The pot is made of cast iron and is just the right size for two people.

Zhou Bingwen stood in front of the stove for a long time without saying a word.

He remembered something.

The day his second brother received the call from his grandfather, he said, "The Northwest is all sand. It's ruined that girl's life, and I can't let that go."

He talked a big game, but his hands were busy sealing the window cracks, smoothing the door hinges, springing the mattress, and piling up ten boxes of clam oil.

Zhou Bingwen retreated to the courtyard and stood there for a while before shrinking back to the door frame.

He felt he could never win an argument with his second brother in his entire life.

Su Xingmian counted all the things in the room.

Two bowls and chopsticks, two pots, two thermos flasks.

It's all for two people.

When she lived in the countryside, there was always only one bowl and one pair of chopsticks on the stove.

After Grandma passed away, even one bowl was considered too much.

Someone had already arranged this between the two of them before she even arrived.

It wasn't something added on the spur of the moment; it was prepared from the very beginning with the idea of ​​two people living together.

A surge of heat rose up from my nasal cavity.

She crouched down and rummaged through the bottom of the cupboard, reaching in with her fingertips to touch the corner of a cardboard box.

There are a few words printed on the box.

She squinted, barely recognizing three words.

"Large size..."

Click.

The cabinet door was held down from above by a hand.

Zhou Bingheng pressed his palm against the edge of the cabinet door, not too hard, not too light, just enough to seal the seam.

"We haven't seen the yard yet."

His speaking speed was exactly the same as usual.

"Come out and see if you like it. If it's not suitable, we'll adjust it."

Su Xingmian looked up.

He stood ramrod straight, his gentle and composed demeanor leaving no room for doubt.

Su Xingmian didn't actually see what it was.

Even if you see it clearly, the spirit might not understand.

She responded and stood up to follow him outside.

The yard was bigger than she had imagined.

There is a jujube tree at the base of the wall on the right. Its branches are crooked and twisted, and its roots have been firmly attached to the underground water veins for more than ten years.

Her demonic senses swept over it, and the root system's direction was clearly visible.

He's a good neighbor.

Withdrawing my senses, my gaze fell on a row of empty flowerpots at the base of the wall.

It's made of coarse pottery, not worth much, and two pieces of glaze have been chipped off the edge.

She squatted down to look.

A layer of humus soil was placed at the bottom of the pot. The mixture, which was made from fallen leaves that had been fermented for many years, is the best substrate for the Queen of the Night.

Su Xingmian turned to look at him.

Zhou Bingheng leaned against the door frame, his right hand in his pocket.

"Grandma Su has planted a lot of flowers in her yard, I think you might like them too."

He paused for a moment.

"Use these pots for now, and we'll figure out what to do if we need more."

He couldn't possibly know she was a flower fairy.

He only remembered his grandmother's yard.

But this pot and this handful of soil are the roots left for her.

In the windswept Gobi Desert of Northwest China, in this small courtyard for just the two of them, someone left her a place to settle down.

"Thank you, brother."

Zhou Bingheng hummed in agreement.

Su Xingmian straightened up, and a seed appeared in her palm. It was the seed of the Overlord Flower after its demonic power underwent a qualitative change, and the original plant had split off.

She pressed the seed into the center of the humus.

The moment it was buried, the demonic energy resonated, and the seed sprouted its first root in the soil.

Once it's firmly planted, it will become the sentinel of this home.

"What did you plant?"

"The Queen of Flowers"

Su Xingmian answered confidently.

Zhou Bingheng paused for a moment while holding the enamel mug.

"Grandma asked me to take the seeds with me before she passed away."

She poked a few air holes in the soil with her finger.

"When it blooms, I'll show it to my brother."

"it is good."

There was a knocking sound from outside the courtyard wall, and someone called out to Political Commissar Zhou.

Zhou Bingheng adjusted his cuffs, pushed the gauze on his left arm up and tucked it into his sleeve, then turned back at the courtyard gate.

"There's brown sugar water on the stove. Pour it for yourself if you're thirsty, but don't drink it cold."

It paused for a moment.

"Don't go through the bottom of the cupboard."

Su Xingmian nodded, hugging the flowerpot, behaving very obediently.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Su Xingmian went back into the house and closed the door, then joined Zhou Bingwen in unpacking the luggage that had been sent from the capital.

The three turns and one sound arrived: radio, sewing machine, and bicycle. They were put away one by one.

I'm almost out of space for clam oil and hand cream.

Zhou Bingwen was muttering to himself as he moved the sewing machine.

"My second brother doesn't say a single unnecessary word, but he thinks of everything with his hands."

"You even stocked up on ten boxes of clam oil. I worked at the hospital for three years; how many boxes did I ever buy for myself?"

Su Xingmian didn't reply, and put the skincare products on the windowsill.

That mechanical voice in my head.

[Host, we have detected the new residence of our target, Zhou Bingheng. It is a detached house with high walls, making it difficult to approach naturally.]

[It is suggested that the host visit the sick and offer condolences under the guise of...]

The sound could be heard clearly from 500 meters away.

After the transformation of merit, the range of perception increased tenfold.

The system's suggestions are increasingly resembling the buzzing of flies.

She bent down and leaned close to the flowerpot, speaking in a voice so low that only she could hear it.

"Grow well."

"This is our home now."

The seed in the flowerpot trembled slightly, and a second root took root in the humus.

The sound of an enamel mug hitting a stone table came from outside the door.

Zhou Bingwen brought over two cups of water. When he reached the courtyard gate, he heard people talking inside the house and poked his head out halfway.

Su Xingmian was alone in the room, muttering to herself as she looked at the flowerpots on the windowsill.

He put down the cup and silently left.

It's quite normal for a girl from the South to talk to flowers and plants, right?

He made up his mind, muttered something under his breath, and then quickened his pace and left.

As we rounded the corner, a figure in a Lenin suit came from the direction of the division headquarters.

Song Qingqing was holding a food box in her hand.

He stopped briefly as he passed Zhou Bingwen.

"Bingwen, I heard Mianmian is back?"

Her voice was just the right amount of sweet.

"I made her some soup to help her recover."

Zhou Bingwen's feet were nailed to the ground.

He hadn't forgotten who had grabbed his second sister-in-law's hand and rushed her towards the alley entrance on the train.

"Song Qingqing".

He called out his full name.

"You escaped from human traffickers, but my second sister-in-law didn't."

"You arrived home first. My second sister-in-law was held captive in the Gobi Desert for three days and three nights."

Song Qingqing's fingers tightened as she held the food box.

"Now you've cooked a bowl of soup and you want to serve it to my second sister-in-law?"

Zhou Bingwen took a step forward, his height of over 1.8 meters completely blocking the shadow of the food box.

"Go back now."

[Zhou Bingwen's hostility level is too high; it is recommended that the host abandon efforts to cultivate his favorability. Military wives have been detected approaching; the host can take this opportunity to strengthen the victim's image.]

Song Qingqing's tears came without warning.

"Bingwen, are you blaming me?"

"When Mianmian was taken away, I was also..."

Squeak.

The courtyard gate opened from the inside.

Su Xingmian stood at the door, wearing a clean, worn-out blue cotton jacket.

"Bingwen? Who's here?"

She leaned out halfway, saw Song Qingqing, and smiled.

"Sister Song, you came to see me?"

She has such a sweet smile.

The sweetness made Song Qingqing choke back the tears she had just prepared.

Su Xingmian had already stepped out of the door and grabbed Song Qingqing's arm.

"Sister, you're too kind. You even made soup for me?"

Her voice was just loud enough for the military wives who were turning the corner from the alley to hear.

"Oh my, isn't that Political Commissar Zhou's fiancée?"

"Let's go, let's go! I've been wanting to see how Political Commissar Zhou has tidied up the yard."

The military wives quickened their pace, and groups of three or five of them swarmed around them.

The woman leading the way passed by Song Qingqing, glanced at the food box, and stepped into the courtyard without saying a word.

Su Xingmian smiled and released Song Qingqing's arm, then turned to greet her.

"Sisters-in-law, come in and sit down."

Song Qingqing was left standing there.

She held the food box, unsure whether to go forward or backward.

That sudden pull and loosening of her arms brought her to the forefront of everyone's attention.

Going inside, they were serving soup to Political Commissar Zhou's fiancée in front of the military wives. Their enthusiasm was excessive, and if word got out, it would be all over the place.

If she didn't go in, all those tears she shed would have been for nothing, and Zhou Bingwen's words were still stuck in her throat. If she turned and left, it would be tantamount to admitting her guilt.

Su Xingmian had already led the military wives into the courtyard, and laughter came from inside the wall.

No one looked at Song Qingqing again.

[Warning: The host's current social interactions have been reverse-controlled by the target, Su Xingmian.]

[It is recommended that the host evacuate immediately to minimize passive impact.]

Song Qingqing clutched the food box, turned around, and left.

After walking a dozen steps, that mechanical voice in my head started again.

The system has completed the on-site interpersonal relationship scan.

[A high-value social node has been detected: Wu Qiuli, wife of Liang Jin, the Third Battalion Commander.]

[This character is the female lead from the original storyline. She has now married Liang Jin, the second male lead. Liang Jin is about to be promoted to regimental commander for his merits and will become Zhou Bingheng's partner.]

[Wu Qiuli becoming the wife of the regimental commander will extend her social influence throughout the entire family compound.]

[It is recommended that the host prioritize establishing a relationship of trust with Wu Qiuli, as a springboard to approach the target of the strategy.]

Song Qingqing slowed her pace.

Wu Qiuli.

The original female lead who was tricked into marrying Liang Jin.

She pinched the corner of the food box, her lips pressed into a thin line.

In the courtyard, Su Xingmian was pouring brown sugar water for the military wives.

Her smile was still on her face, but her ears were perked up.

The system included every single word of its last few sentences.

Wu Qiuli.

The female protagonist of the original book.

Song Qingqing's next move.

Su Xingmian handed over the enamel mug, lowered her eyes, and glanced at the flowerpot on the windowsill.

The seed has sprouted a third root.