With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

While Jiang Zhiyu was still dreaming in bed, Chen Guifang knocked on her door.

"Zhiyu, are you awake? Your godparents are already waiting downstairs."

Jiang Zhiyu jolted awake and sat up abruptly in bed.

"This...this early?"

She grabbed her clothes and threw them on haphazardly, not even bothering to comb her hair properly before quickly tying it up and running downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I realized that the two elderly people had been there for quite some time.

The tea on the table has been refilled twice.

"Godfather, Godmother, when did you arrive? Why didn't you let someone call me?" Jiang Zhiyu said somewhat embarrassedly.

Chen Guifang smiled and explained on behalf of the elderly couple, "Your godparents deliberately told us not to wake you, saying they wanted you to sleep a little longer."

Liu Hong grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's hand, her eyes filled with undisguised heartache and reproach:

"You silly child, why didn't you come home after you got back?"

Chen Guifang joked from the side, "Oh dear, godmother, this isn't home! Zhiyu came back from the sanatorium yesterday, and the Song family's place is closer. Let the child stay wherever she wants these next few days, and she can stay with you two tonight if she wants."

Her godmother rolled her eyes at her, but smiled and said, "What are you saying? Now that we're all living here, you'll be seeing us more often than I will, won't you?"

"Oh, godmother, I don't know how to respond to what you're saying." Chen Guifang smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head, somewhat amused.

Actually, when she's busy, she's never seen by anyone.

But she couldn't say this in front of the two elderly people, and she couldn't bear to say it.

Liu Hong held her hand tightly, refusing to let go: "Hurry up and eat. After you finish, your godfather will take you out to prepare your dowry."

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback: "Prepare a dowry?"

"Your parents won't be up for another day or two," your godmother chimed in. "Your godfather and I will take you out to look around first and buy some things."

Jiang Zhiyu felt somewhat helpless.

She really didn't need a dowry. The space was crammed full of things, a small mountain of supplies from the port city to the M country's military base; she had everything she needed.

But she couldn't go against the wishes of the two elderly people.

They were people who had saved up their entire lives and endured the hardships before their exoneration—they had finally waited for their goddaughter to get married, and they wished they could move all their wealth to her.

She could only hurriedly eat a few mouthfuls of rice before leaving with her godparents.

The Song family certainly stole the show in the military compound today.

His mannerisms were exactly the same as Song Yanzhou's.

She would praise him to everyone she met, and give out candy to everyone she met, wishing she could shout "Our Song Yanzhou is getting married!" from the east end of the compound to the west end through a loudspeaker.

Zhao Lanjun's wheelchair went around the alley once, and when she came back, the sugar jar was half empty.

Song Bingzheng smiled whenever he met his old comrades-in-arms; his usually stern face remained expressionless all day.

Even Sister Yang was sent out to deliver wedding candy to the neighbors, running around non-stop.

This surprised everyone around them.

"The Song family is usually very low-key."

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen something so high-profile and flamboyant."

"It's clear how satisfied they are with this granddaughter-in-law."

"I heard it was personally arranged by a senior leader, so how could they not be satisfied?"

The murmurs carried all the way from the east end of the alley to the west end.

-

Jiang Zhiyu, who had been dragged out shopping by her godparents, looked on helplessly as the two elderly people bought up everything they could find.

Fabric, cotton, enamel basin, thermos flask, hot water bottle, new quilt cover, new pillowcase...

Liu Hong pointed to the same thing, her godfather nodded in agreement, and the sales clerk packed the same bag.

Jiang Zhiyu stood to the side, dumbfounded.

This posture—

[Hehe, host, you know what, they really are exactly like you back then!] Seventeen rolled around in his mind, laughing. [No wonder they say "birds of a feather flock together," their styles are all cut from the same cloth!]

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched repeatedly.

Was I really like my godparents back then?

"Host, let me tell you, you were even worse back then!" Seventeen got more and more excited as she spoke. "Why won't you let me mention your dark history now? Look at your space—it's still piled high with goods from Hong Kong! Luckily, you donated a lot of them when you were in Dacheng Mountain, otherwise, with all that compressed biscuits and canned food you hoarded, I don't know what you were thinking back then."

Jiang Zhiyu rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

"I was just feeling insecure when I first arrived, you wouldn't understand," she retorted mentally. "For the past ten years in the apocalypse, I've barely had enough to eat, let alone eaten well. Compressed biscuits are like heaven for people in the apocalypse. Don't you understand the importance of being prepared for the worst?"

Seventeen was silent for a second.

Okay, you're right.

Taking the opportunity, Jiang Zhiyu looked up and quickly echoed her godparents, "Yes, this is good, this is right, godfather, you have excellent taste."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhengli beamed with delight: "My daughter has excellent taste!"

Seventeen was jumping around wildly in my mind. If it had a body, it would definitely be bent over laughing right now.

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

-

And so, when the trio returned to the alley that afternoon—

They loaded three carts with large and small packages.

Everyone in the alley came out to see what was going on.

"Oh, are Old Liu and his wife not living their lives anymore?"

"Judging by this, is this girl getting married?"

"Such a large dowry! Where did she go after marriage?"

"Who knows? I haven't heard Old Liu and his wife mention it."

"Look at how pretty this girl is, tsk tsk, this family is so lucky."

Discussions rose and fell.

The three ignored everyone else, went inside, and unloaded their things.

Liu Hong had just sat down and caught her breath when she took out a jade pendant from her small cloth bag.

The jade pendant was warm and smooth, made of a piece of bluish-white jade, and carved with twin lotus flowers.

She pulled Jiang Zhiyu's hand and slipped the jade pendant inside.

"This one is different from the one I gave you before. Although it's not as good as the one I gave you before, the meaning behind it is better."

Upon seeing this, Jiang Zhiyu immediately tried to refuse, saying, "Godmother, this is too precious—"

"You must take her with you." Liu Hong said sternly, her tone firm. "She's my only daughter. If not you, who else would I give her to?"

Qi Zhengli, standing beside him, chuckled and chimed in, "Take it, take it. It's an honor to receive such a gift from an elder."

Jiang Zhiyu opened her mouth, but in the end, she held the jade pendant in her hand.

The jade was cool, but her heart was warm.

Liu Hong nodded in satisfaction, then began to scold her again:

"Your parents are coming up tomorrow, and I noticed you weren't keen on going out today either. So your parents and I went out for a walk—but you didn't offer any opinions, just praised everything we saw. How can a girl act like a man?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She meant that it wasn't that she had no opinions, but that she genuinely didn't want anything.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

She lowered her head, looking at the warm, smooth jade pendant in her hand, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

It's a burden that's both frustrating and sweet.

This is probably what it feels like to be in pain.

She had never experienced ten years of apocalypse.

-

"Host." Seventeen's voice suddenly became very soft.

【Um? 】

You smiled.

Jiang Zhiyu touched her face.

Yes, she smiled.