The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Early in the morning, Su Xingmian was rummaging through the handbag left behind by Zhou Bingwen.

A copy of "The Barefoot Doctor's Manual," its cover curled at the edges, with a slip of paper tucked inside.

"Second sister-in-law, you can make do with this for now. Chapter seven has some basic gynecological knowledge. The milk candy is for you to eat on the way."

I flipped to Chapter Seven and swiped my finger across it.

Menstrual cycle, gynecological inflammation.

It has absolutely nothing to do with pollination and seed production.

Su Xingmian closed the book.

"Bingwen is unreliable."

On the windowsill, in a flowerpot, the spiny little ball of a baby nightshade plant tilted slightly, and two leaves swayed.

She bent down and poked the tip of the leaf.

You think so too, right?

He took out a White Rabbit milk candy and put it in his pocket, determined to get proper professional books after receiving his certificate.

She refused to believe that there wasn't a single book in the entire garrison that explained how humans reproduce.

She got up and opened the cabinet. The dark green fabric was neatly folded and placed on top. Fang Lan had cut it for her in the capital. The neckline was neatly fitted and the waistline was pinched into a thin arc.

Su Xingmian changed her clothes, braided her hair into a loose braid that draped over her shoulder, with the end tied with a strip of black cloth, hanging down in front of her collarbone.

Zhou Bingheng knocked and entered, pausing briefly at the threshold.

Her dark green skin stood out against her pale complexion, making her skin appear so white it could illuminate the entire room.

He stood at the door, his gaze sliding from her collar to the end of her braid, pausing for two seconds.

Su Xingmian looked up at him.

The new military uniform, the cap badge was polished to a shine, and the top button was fastened tightly.

He also changed into new clothes.

The flower bud trembled slightly inside.

"Let's go."

Zhou Bingheng stepped aside to let him leave.

As he passed the flowerpot, he paused slightly, glancing down at the tender shoot that had grown another half an inch taller.

The spiked ball was a size bigger than yesterday, with a pale green tip.

He looked at it for two seconds, said nothing, and walked away.

The jeep was parked at the alley entrance. Zhou Bingheng didn't call for a guard; he drove it himself.

Su Xingmian sat in the passenger seat. The wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, carrying the smell of diesel fuel with a hint of sand.

The bumpy road jolted her up and down twice. She grabbed the car door handle and spread her demonic energy outwards.

The roots of plants along the way flooded my mind, a dense, intricate network.

The underground water veins are located deeper, running from southwest to northeast, intermittently but without ceasing.

The Gobi Desert between Helan Mountain and the garrison is not uninhabitable, but there is nothing to help the roots reach the water.

She drew a diagram in her mind and noted down three key points.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Looking at the grass by the roadside."

He didn't ask any further questions.

As the car entered the county town, the dirt road turned into a stone-paved road, with low brick houses and the storefronts of supply and marketing cooperatives on both sides.

Zhou Bingheng found an open space to park, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

Su Xingmian jumped down, and just as her feet touched the ground, a voice rushed over from the alleyway diagonally opposite.

"Mianmian!"

It's both muted and bright, with a powerful voice.

Su Xingmian turned her head.

Liu Xiaomai was wearing a faded blue overall, her short hair was longer than when she was seen in the cellar, and her cheeks were a bit fuller.

She grabbed Su Xingmian's hand and held it tightly.

"I think about you every day. We were all frantic after those people took you away."

She spoke faster and faster, and her voice began to tremble.

"Later, when the People's Liberation Army arrived, I relayed your instructions to Political Commissar Zhou."

Su Xingmian grabbed her hand in return.

"I'm fine, look, I'm perfectly alright."

Liu Xiaomai sniffed hard, forcing back her tears.

"Xiao Fang has a scar on her leg, but she can walk. Xing'er recovered the best. The doctor said it was all thanks to those few stitches you gave her. If it had been half a day later, she would have been gone."

She wiped her face.

"I was put to work at a shoe factory in the county, and I have a job and a dormitory to live in."

Su Xingmian nodded.

"fine."

Liu Xiaomai's gaze went over her shoulder and saw Zhou Bingheng standing behind her, then she looked up and glanced at the sign for the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Are you getting your marriage certificate?"

Su Xingmian nodded.

Liu Xiaomai grinned for two seconds, then suddenly turned to Zhou Bingheng, bent over at a ninety-degree angle, and straightened her back.

"Thank you on behalf of all of us, and thank you, Political Commissar Zhou."

Zhou Bingheng stepped aside, refusing the courtesy.

"No need, it's just what I should do."

Liu Xiaomai straightened up, squeezed Su Xingmian's hand for a moment, and then let go.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay."

She took two steps back and waved.

The two turned and went into the Civil Affairs Office.

Zhou Bingheng handed the letter of introduction and supporting documents into the window.

The clerk was a woman in her forties. She took the documents, flipped through a couple of pages, glanced at Su Xingmian, her gaze slid to Zhou Bingheng's face before bouncing back. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

She took out the red stamp, aligned it with the grid, and pressed it down. Her hand trembled, and the red stamp almost went off the grid. She steadied her wrist, pressed it down firmly again, and blew on it.

"Congratulations."

Two marriage certificates were laid out on the counter, each with a black and white one-inch photo attached.

Zhou Bingheng's portrait is dignified and upright, and the refined elegance in his eyes is rendered with a calm and steady quality by the black and white film.

In Su Xingmian's photo, the corners of her mouth are turned up, which is completely opposite to the photographer's repeated emphasis on "comrades, please be serious".

Zhou Bingheng picked up the two certificates and opened Su Xingmian's.

"You were smiling when the photo was taken."

"I don't."

"Your lips are turned up."

Su Xingmian reached out to grab it.

He raised his hand two inches higher; with an arm span of over 1.8 meters, he couldn't reach it even on tiptoe, despite his height of just over 1.6 meters.

"show me."

"Go back and check."

He took back the two red certificates, his voice exactly the same as usual.

"I'll keep yours."

Su Xingmian narrowed her eyes.

"There's a photo of me on it, and I want to keep it for myself."

Zhou Bingheng did not respond.

He stuffed the two certificates into the inner pocket of his military uniform, on the left side of his chest. The fabric was pressed down, revealing a slightly thicker layer underneath.

Both books together, his and hers.

"I won't lose anything."

Su Xingmian muttered something.

He has already stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau's door.

Liu Xiaomai was still at the door.

I now have an oil paper package in my hand, and hot air is seeping out from the cracks in the paper.

"Freshly baked sesame seed cakes, meant for weddings."

She shoved the oil paper package into Su Xingmian's hand, bowed again before he could refuse, and then ran away.

He was still grinning as he ran a long way, and he disappeared from sight after turning the street corner.

Su Xingmian stood on the steps, clutching the bag of sesame seed cakes in her hand.

The oil paper was warmed by body heat, and a burnt aroma wafted up.

The flower bud inside her trembled slightly.

It's neither merit nor the old fox's body temperature.

She couldn't say what it was, but she remembered it along with the smell of caramel.

On the way back, Su Xingmian took out the sesame seed cake, broke it in half, and held the larger half to Zhou Bingheng's mouth.

"You eat the bigger one."

"You must be tired from driving."

"It's not hard work."

The sesame seed cake was shoved onto his lips.

He tilted his head and took a bite; the teeth marks were neat, semi-circular, and not even a crumb fell out.

Su Xingmian looked at his teeth marks, then at her own half, which was uneven and had crumbs scattered all over her collar.

She patted the dregs and glanced at his left chest.

He glanced at it again.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the pocket you're carrying two certificates in, what if they fall out?"

"The inner pockets of the military uniform have hidden snaps."

"What if the snap fastener comes loose?"

"Won't."

"just in case……"

"Su Xingmian".

He called her by her full name.

Su Xingmian shut up.

three seconds.

"I just want to see if my photos look good."

The sound became much quieter.

The jeep pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, the engine idling and the body trembling slightly.

He pulled her book from the inner pocket of his left breast, opened it, and held it up in front of her.

Su Xingmian leaned closer, her nose almost touching the photo.

In the photo, she has a distinct smile on her lips.

"He is indeed laughing."

"Um."

"Because you said something before the photo was taken."

Zhou Bingheng paused for a moment.

In the photo studio, he only said "Look at the camera," went over it in his mind, and made sure he didn't say anything else.

Su Xingmian stuffed the remaining sesame seed cake into her mouth, making a muffled sound.

"You said your voice sounded nice when you looked at the camera, so you smiled."

The documents were put back into the left breast pocket.

I pressed the snap button twice.

I pressed it one more time than usual.

……

The jeep drove into the residential compound; it was almost noon.

Su Xingmian saw three people squatting at the entrance of the alley from afar.

Zhang Cuihua was holding a bowl of noodles, Li Xiuying was sitting on a stone stool with her knees drawn up to her chest, and Zhao Hongmei was standing at the foot of the wall pretending to look at the sky.

Three pairs of eyes locked onto us at the same time.

Zhang Cuihua's loud voice could be heard even from halfway down the alley.

"Have you collected it yet?"

Before Su Xingmian could speak, Zhou Bingheng got out of the driver's seat.

His military cap was tucked under his armpit, and his back was straight.

He smiled at his three sisters-in-law.

"We'll have a simple dinner at home tonight, and all my sisters-in-law can come over and join in the fun if they're free."

His voice was gentle and unhurried, just like his usual tone when giving reports in meetings.

Several people agreed.

Zhang Cuihua's noodles almost spilled out of the bowl.

She grabbed Li Xiuying's arm, her voice barely audible.

"Did you hear me?"

Li Xiuying slapped her hand away.

"I heard that. Not only did they invite us, they were laughing too."

"He's showing off."

"I know."

Zhao Hongmei silently added a sentence.

"The cap badges have been wiped clean; I saw them when I left this morning."

The three sisters-in-law exchanged glances, and they understood everything.

Zhang Cuihua grinned and slapped Zhao Hongmei on the back.

"Well, now that the political commissar is married, there's going to be some good drama in this alley."

Su Xingmian linked arms with Zhou Bingheng and walked towards the courtyard gate, listening intently to the second half of the sentence.

He's showing off.

Su Xingmian turned her head and glanced at Zhou Bingheng beside her.

His top button was fastened tightly, his steps were unhurried, and his face showed no emotion.

But as he walked, he pressed his left hand against the inner pocket of his left chest.

I pressed it once, and then pressed it again.

There were two red certificates inside.

Su Xingmian looked away, lowered her head, and the end of her braid swayed on her shoulder.

Once inside the courtyard, she squatted down next to the flowerpot.

The seedling brushed against her palm.

She reached out and touched the tip of the leaf, then suddenly her fingertips paused.

Beyond perception, the extreme distance is 500 meters.

The mechanical sound was intermittent.

[Host...Data collection...]

What data collection?

Su Xingmian stood up and dusted herself off.

The grafting and pollination issues haven't been resolved yet, but there's no rush.

She is now his legal wife, and they have obtained their marriage certificate.

There's plenty of time to study it slowly.