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The jeep rolled over the smooth cement road and came to a steady stop at the entrance of Pingxi Village.

Ten years have passed, and this once remote and backward southern village has undergone tremendous changes.

Beside the locust tree that used to be at the village entrance, a two-meter-high blue stone tablet stands prominently, with the five large characters "Former Residence of Su Yuanzhen" engraved on it.

Walking along the cement road, the old houses that were originally dilapidated have been renovated and are now clean and tidy with blue bricks and gray tiles.

At the entrance of the old house stands a bronze incense burner about half a person's height, with several thick incense sticks burning quietly, wisps of smoke rising straight up, and incense smoke swirling around.

Su Xingmian, holding Huai Zheng and Huai Mu's hands, watched the endless stream of people stopping in front of the old house.

Some herdsmen from the Helan Mountains traveled thousands of miles by horse or carriage just to bow before the incense burner.

A young medical student carrying an old medicine chest held a handwritten copy of "Su's Record of Healing" and respectfully kowtowed outside the door.

There were also many women with children, murmuring their gratitude for being saved.

Su Xingmian pushed open the slightly ajar courtyard gate.

The courtyard is arranged exactly the same as it was back then.

The 'Queen of the Night' plant, located against the wall, had grown lush and verdant, its main stem now a full circle thicker than when Su Xingmian had delivered it.

A middle-aged woman wearing a gray-blue cardigan was bending over to water the flowers with a tin kettle.

Hearing the door open, the woman turned around and put down the kettle.

Her face was ordinary, and her clothes were simple; she looked like an ordinary caregiver.

The tourists coming and going really only regarded her as an ordinary administrator.

But the moment she smiled at Su Xingmian, her compassionate and gentle aura calmed the surrounding air.

"You've arrived? Are you tired from the journey? I just made some mung bean soup to cool you down in the summer heat."

As soon as the words were spoken, Su Xingmian's eyes instantly reddened.

She released the children's hands and strode over.

"grandmother."

Huai Mu followed in, looked up, and called out obediently.

"Mrs."

Huai Zheng rushed over like a small cannonball, and with a "whoosh," he snatched the tin kettle that Su Yuanzhen had placed at her feet and put it into her private space.

Su Yuanzhen chuckled and lightly flicked Huai Zheng's forehead.

"You little brat, you even accept the watering can the lady uses to water the flowers?"

Huai Zheng wasn't shy at all. He grinned, revealing his front tooth, which had recently been replaced and was now missing a tooth, and proudly shook his head.

Su Yuanzhen squatted down, hugged Huai Zheng with her left hand, and pulled Huai Mu into her arms with her right.

Her gaze lingered on the two children for a moment before she looked at Su Xingmian with a gratified tone.

"Mianmian, you've raised the children very well."

Su Xingmian stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and rested her head on her grandmother's shoulder.

This is the most fulfilling and grounded moment she has experienced since becoming a spirit.

Four generations live together, family members sit leisurely, and the lamplight is warm and inviting.

……

Dinner was a lively affair, with Zhou Bingheng personally cooking several of his signature dishes.

After dinner, the two children were exhausted from running around all day and were put to bed early.

Su Yuanzhen waved to Su Xingmian and led her into the inner room.

Zhou Bingheng didn't follow them inside. Instead, he moved a stool, leaned against a pillar, and quietly watched the division of the Queen of the Night plant in the courtyard.

Inside the room, the dim light of the kerosene lamp diffused.

Su Yuanzhen sat down in the old rattan chair by the window, which made a slight creaking sound.

"Mianmian, do you remember what you heard at the High-Dimensional Universe Exhibition Hall?"

Su Xingmian pulled over a small stool, sat down, and nodded.

Su Yuanzhen clasped her hands together, her voice calm and gentle.

"Our world originated from a book called 'The 1970s: A Wife's Status Rises with Her Husband'."

When these words came out of Grandma's mouth.

Su Xingmian clearly felt that her original flower fairy nature had been completely separated from the thread that the system had forcibly implanted into Wu Qiuli's fate.

"The original storyline officially came to its finale on this day in 1980."

Su Yuanzhen pointed to the vast world outside the window.

"From this moment on, the world's operation is no longer bound by any predetermined trajectory. There is no protagonist's halo, nor is there any villain's destiny. All cause and effect are written by the beings of this world themselves."

She changed the subject.

"However..."

Su Yuanzhen slowly raised her right hand.

Her index finger, warm to the touch, gently touched Su Xingmian's brow.

A vast, rich, and extremely warm power flowed through my entire body from the top of my head, rushing straight to the soles of my feet.

This was neither the merit she had absorbed in the past, nor the demonic power stored in her body.

Su Xingmian felt as if her main root had broken through the soil of Pingxi Village in an instant.

Along the veins deep within the earth, an unprecedented resonance was formed with the seven earth spirits thousands of miles away.

From the Gobi Desert of Helan Mountain to the deep sea of ​​Bohai Bay, from the foundation of the National Library to the rock strata of the Aerospace Research Institute...

The earth spirits at the seven core nodes, traversing mountains and seas, all emanated rhythms that only she could hear, all pointing towards Pingxi Village.

Su Yuanzhen withdrew her finger, looked at her granddaughter who was filled with shock, and smiled lovingly.

"This brand new world welcomes its true leading lady today."

One sentence, like a thunderclap.

Su Xingmian suddenly understood.

She is a domino flower that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, the granddaughter that Su Yuanzhen cherishes, the wife that Zhou Bingheng loves and respects with all his heart, and the mother of two mischievous children.

She is known as the "Mountain Goddess" among the herdsmen of Northwest China and is the creator of the protective forest that spans three provinces.

But setting aside all those identities...

From this moment on, she is no longer any of the background characters in the original book.

She is simply herself.

She is the true leading lady of this free world.

……

Su Xingmian pushed open the wooden door to the inner room.

The moonlight in the courtyard was bright and clear, like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Zhou Bingheng leaned against a pillar in the corridor, waiting for her quietly.

The variegated lily in the corner of the yard quietly stretched its vines in the night breeze.

The extremely fine gold powder patterns on the edge of the flower bud shimmered under the moonlight.

That was the eternal mark left by his blood seeping into her petals back in the Helan Mountains.

Flowers bloom, people live, and fate is intertwined.

Hearing the door open, Zhou Bingheng stood up straight and extended his large hand towards her.

Without hesitation, Su Xingmian walked over and firmly placed her hand in his palm.

Their fingers were intertwined, perfectly aligned.

Neither of them spoke; they simply stood side by side in the cool moonlight, quietly watching the small courtyard.

Outside the courtyard wall, the lights of Pingxi Village twinkled, exuding a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

It is growing and thriving in the darkness, endlessly regenerating.

(End of text)

………………(A merciless dividing line; the following is the author's closing remarks)

Before I knew it, I had written over a million words, and now it's strayed quite far from the original outline.

I am grateful to all my darlings for their support as I've come this far, and I've also seen many different opinions.

To be honest, I got a little carried away with the plot development and deductions; I'll learn from that.

Before starting the book, I read many reports from that time and researched a lot of materials.

I watched those documentaries many times, and I couldn't help but write about the old commander.

He reflected a lot on the path his country took at that time, and may have written some things between the lines.

For example, when I wrote about He Yaozu, I didn't simply portray him as someone from a poor background who went astray.

The key issue is actually ideology; I wrote about Soviet revisionism.

This seems to be prohibited, so I dare not write more about it.

Those who are interested can learn about the history of that time.

When the wind blows, there are good and bad things... (Well, I won't go into too much detail, but seeing that Big Brother disintegrate made me overthink it, though that might not be right.)

He also racked his brains to write about some political struggles within the system, but there were really many limitations to that.

To be honest, I really regret writing "political commissar".

Revising an article is far more difficult than writing one.

There are bound to be some typos when I'm typing, and I've thought about them for a long time but haven't corrected them.

I'm worried that re-entering the review process will cause many problems, and the deleted storylines will become disjointed.

Of course, I can't guarantee that I won't have to revise the article if the review rules change later.

I probably won't write about this subject again when I start a new book in the future.

If you really want to write about political intrigue, ancient history is better; modern history is still not suitable.

There's also the relationship between Su Xingmian and Wu Qiuli; their friendship is as pure and simple as water.

We are friends, but not the kind of close, intimate best friends.

In the established setting, the best positive development in the world is if the original female lead doesn't turn evil, resulting in a smooth transition.

Liang Jin was Zhou Bingheng's direct subordinate, so there could be no marriage relationship between the two families.

Huai Zheng will not marry down.

Now we'll start writing the side story.

The one that received the most positive feedback was the one from everyone.

1. Daily life of twins (boy and girl)

2. The male and female protagonists travel to a higher-dimensional world.

3. Su Yuanzhen's account of the War of Resistance against Japan

4. Zhou Bingwen's daily love life (the third son)

I plan to write 1 and 2, telling the story of the Zhou family's daily life from the perspective of the two children after they grow up, and then moving on to a higher-dimensional world a hundred years later.

Su Yuanzhen's story is likely to involve modern history, which may cause censorship issues. Some old stories have already been interspersed in the main text.

So I'm not going to write anymore.

As for the secondary couples, should I write side stories? I feel like I've written enough, and some things should be left unsaid.

I'm asking for everyone's opinion.

Thank you again for your companionship over the past six months, my darlings! Love you all~