A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

On March 16, the day after this group set off south,

The Sino-Vietnamese War has officially ended.

When the news came over the radio, Ye Wenxi was leaning on Lu Weidong's shoulder, lost in thought.

The two of them snuggled together on a soft bed, with Ye Wenxi practically lying on top of Lu Weidong.

Suddenly, she sat up straight, pressing her ear against the small speaker as if to confirm something.

"Our border troops have all withdrawn to the country today, and the battle has achieved its expected victory..."

Lu Weidong also sat up.

Cheers erupted in the carriage, and Zhang Yunxia's voice came from the next compartment: "Old Chen! Did you hear that? It's over!"

Chen Yuanchuan responded with a calm voice, revealing little emotion.

Ye Wenxi looked out at the rapidly receding mountains and fields, feeling a mix of emotions.

Lu Weidong put his arm around her shoulder, said nothing, and simply squeezed her hand gently.

ended.

Wang Hao and Ding Jiahe survived; those days and nights soaked in blood and tears are finally over.

But some people remain forever under the kapok flowers.

Two days later.

When the group got off the train, Ye Wenxi looked extremely dejected.

I just can't get used to traveling by train; the constant jolting has made me dizzy and nauseous these past few days.

Zhang Yunxia, ​​however, was as excited as a child who had just come home from school.

"My goodness, Wenxi! Look, it's still snowing in our yard, and the flowers are already blooming!"

She pointed to the trees by the roadside, her eyes sparkling:

"Look at those big red flowers on that tree, they're so beautiful! What kind of flower is that?"

"This is a kapok flower..."

"Sister-in-law, you take your time reading, my head hurts..."

Ye Wenxi clung to Lu Weidong's arm, looking as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.

"I told you you needed to work out."

Ye Wenxi glared at him (Is this even a starting point?).

"Come up," Lu Weidong squatted down.

"No! There are so many people here, you should watch your image." Ye Wenxi pulled him.

"Get on, or I'll just carry you."

Just as Ye Wenxi was about to retort, she saw a soldier in military uniform walking towards her.

The young soldiers stepped forward, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Greetings, sir! The military region sent me to pick you all up. The car is already waiting outside."

Chen Yuanchuan stepped forward to return the greeting and gave a few brief instructions.

It takes more than three hours to drive from Kunming to the military hospital.

The hospital where Ding Jiahe and his team are currently located is not in Kunming city, but at their base more than 100 kilometers away.

Ye Wenxi's legs went weak after hearing this.

Without saying a word, Lu Weidong picked her up and carried her to the car.

"Ah! Lu Weidong!"

"Ouch, ahhh..." Lu Weidong was beaten by Ye Wenxi before she finally put him down.

This caused Chen Yuanchuan and Zhang Yunxia to burst into laughter following behind.

On the swaying car, Ye Wenxi stuck half her face out of the window, the warm wind tickling her hair.

The feeling of the wind blowing on my face actually relieved my dizziness quite a bit.

She had been to Kunming, Yunnan.

But in the 21st century.

At that time, it was a highly developed tourist city with towering buildings and bustling traffic, and its reputation as the "Spring City" was known far and wide.

Now, outside the window are low brick houses, people riding bicycles, and villagers selling fruit at roadside stalls.

The women wore blue and gray clothes, with headscarves wrapped around their heads and carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.

Occasionally, you can see a Jiefang brand truck rumbling by, kicking up a trail of dust.

The soil is red. The mountains are green.

The sky was an unbelievable blue.

As the jeep passed a fruit stand, she had an idea.

"Weidong, I'd like to try these fruits."

"Okay, let's buy some. Comrade, please wait a moment."

The fruit stand displayed golden loquats, pineapples, vibrant green plums, and a small amount of lychees and crisp dates...

Ye Wenxi had naturally tried them all; she just wanted to buy some for Lu Weidong to try.

"Hi fellow villager, can you peel the pineapple for us?"

"Can!"

"You like pineapple?" Lu Weidong looked at her with affection.

"I bought this for you. I like to eat... oranges."

She almost blurted out the word "lychee," but thankfully she swallowed it back.

Lu Weidong rolled his eyes, pretending... keep pretending...

Ye Wenxi bought about half of the fruit from the two bamboo baskets that the villager was carrying.

The two ate something on the way, which suppressed their nausea from motion sickness, and they felt much better.

Two jeeps drove to the guesthouse one after the other.

The soldiers stepped forward and saluted, explaining that the vehicle had been assigned to Lu Weidong and Chen Yuanchuan by their superiors and that they could use it at any time.

Although Zhang Yunxia and Ye Wenxi could also benefit from this, they felt embarrassed and decided to rest for a bit before walking to see Ding Jiahe and the others.

The guesthouse rooms were of decent quality.

Two standard single beds, clean and tidy sheets, and neatly folded blankets. There is a public bathroom for showering, which is considered top-notch here.

Lu Weidong looked around, took off his shirt, and without saying a word, pushed the two beds together.

Ye Wenxi found a dress to change into and pulled out a short-sleeved military uniform for Lu Weidong.

As she helped him button his shirt, she said:

"Don't worry about meals for me during this time. It's not as convenient here as it is in the compound, so just take care of yourself."

"Yunxia and I will figure something out."

"It's best to bring an extra jacket to keep in the car, as the temperature difference is significant at night."

"There are mosquitoes here... ugh..."

Ye Wenxi was about to continue giving instructions when Lu Weidong pinched her mouth shut.

A gentle kiss sealed away all words.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth.

Lu Weidong wrapped his arms around her waist, looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.

He gently stroked her lips, which were reddened from being kissed, with his fingertips, and a smile played on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

Ye Wenxi used to focus solely on her career.

I almost never cook at home, and I spend the whole day in my studio, at most cleaning up the interior a little bit.

As for Lu Weidong's daily life, they were very lenient, focusing on letting him be self-reliant and taking care of her as well.

Of course, Lu Weidong still doesn't need anyone to worry about him.

But Ye Wenxi started to ramble on, not because he needed to be taken care of.

Instead... she grew to love him more and more, and became increasingly reluctant to part with him, subconsciously placing him at the very heart of her heart.

"I'll do whatever you say." He gently pecked her lips.

"Wait two days, and this weekend I'll take you to play around nearby."

"Okay." Ye Wenxi nodded obediently.

After seeing them off, Ye Wenxi and Zhang Yunxia each carried a large bag.

Inside were local specialties brought from home, nutritional supplements for the two of them to improve their health, and new clothes prepared for Ding Jiahe.

Following the instructions of the guesthouse staff, the two headed towards the military hospital.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally arrived at the hospital entrance.

The hospital was large, and it mainly treated the wounded from this battle.

From the moment I entered, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Within just a few minutes, we encountered two groups of family members or comrades-in-arms carrying portraits of the fallen soldiers.

"Sister-in-law, wait here for me, I'll go and inquire."

Zhang Yunxia wiped her sweat: "Oh, it's really hot here."

Zhang Yunxia lingered near the entrance, waiting for Ye Wenxi, when she caught sight of a little boy squatting in a corner next to the hospital entrance.

The boy, about five or six years old, was squatting there all alone, playing with stones.

With its tiger-like head and adorable appearance, it's quite endearing.

But there were several dried tear streaks mixed with tears on his face, and snot that hadn't been wiped away. He was all dirty and looked rather disheveled.

Zhang Yunxia frowned and walked over.

"Little friend, are you here all by yourself?" Zhang Yunxia squatted down and asked softly.

The little boy glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to squat, poking at the pebbles on the ground with a twig.

"Where are your family?" she asked softly. "Who brought you here?"

The boy didn't reply, he just shook his head.

Where are your parents?

The boy, who had been silent all along, seemed to be touched. He stood up, turned around, and pointed behind him.

Zhang Yunxia followed the direction of the finger and slowly looked over.

A black and white portrait of the deceased leans quietly against the wall, standing there.