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

On the day of the wedding banquet.

According to the custom for marriage, Jiang Zhiyu was taken to her godmother's house the night before the wedding. Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing had no objections and went along with her.

The two families, now in-laws, squeezed into the courtyard of the Liu family's old alley in Beijing, sharing a pot of stew, a table of food, and a kang (heated brick bed), already acting as if they were one family.

The genius is just beginning to emerge—

The first string of firecrackers had already sounded in the Qi family's courtyard.

"Crackling crackling—"

Red paper scraps were scattered all over the ground in the morning light.

The firecrackers woke everyone in the alley.

Immediately afterwards—

The second and third hangers.

Qi Zhengli is ecstatic today.

He would wait at the courtyard gate before dawn, handing out candy, cigarettes, and wedding invitations to everyone he met, wishing he could bring everyone in the entire alley into the wedding feast.

"Old Qi, congratulations! Your goddaughter is getting married!"

"Wow, with all this fuss, who's marrying your daughter? Why are you making such a big show of it!"

"The Song family! The Song family from our compound in Kyoto!"

"Wow! That's incredible!"

Qi Zhengli grinned from ear to ear: "That's right! My daughter has high standards!"

The women in the alley covered their mouths and laughed, peeking into the Qi family's courtyard.

Two large "double happiness" characters were pasted on the gate of the courtyard. Red silk hung above the lintel, and couplets were pasted on both sides of the door.

Liu Hong waited outside Jiang Zhiyu's room early in the morning, her eyes red.

The instant Jiang Zhiyu opened the door.

Liu Hong was stunned for a moment.

Her goddaughter didn't wear a bright red wedding dress today.

He wore a pale white polyester shirt, topped with a low-key burgundy wool coat, and dark blue trousers that accentuated his tall and straight figure. His long hair was simply tied up, with even the hair clip being a plain silver hairpin.

There was no bright red or green, no complicated decorations.

But when she stood there—

Her calm and composed demeanor commands attention more than any elaborate attire.

My eyes welled up with tears as I watched.

"My daughter—" She reached out and touched Jiang Zhiyu's collar, then patted her shoulder, "My daughter is so beautiful."

Meanwhile, her biological mother, Su Wanqing, sat in a chair in the living room, clutching a handkerchief, her eyes red and swollen like a rabbit's. She had been like this since five in the morning, and no amount of persuasion had worked.

Jiang Boxun sat opposite her, slowly sipping his tea, occasionally glancing at his wife.

"Alright, alright," he said softly, "It's just getting married, it's not like I'm never coming back."

Su Wanqing wiped away her tears: "What do you know?"

Jiang Boxun: "..."

Uh oh, it's that line again.

He wisely kept quiet and continued drinking his tea.

Jiang Zhiyu immediately spotted her mother sitting in the living room, clutching a handkerchief in a ball.

She walked over and sat down neatly next to her mother.

"mom."

As soon as Su Wanqing looked up, tears started falling again.

"Know me..."

She reached out and grabbed her daughter's hand, touching it from the back of the hand to the wrist, and then from the wrist back to the back of the hand, over and over again.

Finally, he choked up and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Jiang Zhiyu spoke very casually:

"Mom, it's just a wedding, isn't it?"

Su Wanqing: "..."

"I can stay wherever I want, it's not like I'm never coming back." Jiang Zhiyu said earnestly, "If you're so heartbroken, why don't you let Song Yanzhou marry into your family?"

Su Wanqing: "..."

She paused for three seconds, then slapped her daughter hard.

"You child! What nonsense are you talking about!"

But after filming—

Her initial bitterness and reluctance vanished without a trace thanks to this girl's twisted logic.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"Tell me about yourself—" She was both helpless and amused, tears still wet on her face, but she couldn't hold back her laughter, "Who would treat the groom like a live-in son-in-law at their wedding?"

"That's right!" Jiang Zhiyu took her mother's arm. "Don't you know your daughter? Even if she gets married, she'll always be your daughter."

The godmother, wiping away tears while laughing, exclaimed, "That's right! Look at our girl, she's always our daughter, no matter where she goes!"

The lump in Su Wanqing's throat suddenly melted away.

She reached out and patted her daughter's hand, sighed, but her tone was full of doting affection:

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Jiang Boxun stood not far away, without saying a word.

He looked at the mother and daughter, but didn't show the same sadness as his wife.

He knows his daughter better than anyone else.

Whom did she marry?

They are not like traditional women who stay at home to support their husbands and raise their children; they are the kind of people who would neglect everything when they are busy.

She's willing to get married; if she doesn't want to, no one can stop her.

As for how things will be in the future—

Jiang Boxun took a sip of tea.

He watched his daughter make his wife laugh and feel helpless, and observed the natural, humble yet confident demeanor she displayed with her godparents and the Song family.

Then I felt relieved.

At least this girl has confidence.

At least two families are sincere.

The rest—

"We'll see what happens in the future," he said softly to himself.

The warm tea slid down my throat, warming me all the way to my chest.

Jiang Zhiyu was sitting in the living room—

Holding her mother's hand, listening to the noise outside the window, her eyes were slightly dazed.

Ten years into the apocalypse, she dreaded holidays the most.

Back then, holidays meant death knells. Every holiday, she would count the people around her, noting how few were left this year compared to last.

She never dared to think about it—

One day, someone will set off firecrackers for her.

She looked down at the pair of jade bracelets her godmother had just put on her wrist.

The bracelet was cool, but why did her eyes feel a little hot?

Just once.

She turned her head away, pretending to look at the red "double happiness" character outside the window, hiding her enthusiasm.

"Host," Seventeen's voice was very soft.

【Um. 】

You look even more beautiful today than I imagined.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curved slightly.

【Seventeen.】

【Um? 】

Thank you for being with me until today.

Seventeen stood there for a while, lost in thought, then muttered to herself:

[Host, why are you making it sound like a life-or-death separation... We still have a long, long road ahead of us to walk together.]

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled softly.

Yes.

There is still a long, long road ahead.

Outside the courtyard gate, another string of firecrackers exploded.

The wedding procession—

Coming.