1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 252 Jiang Ting and Ning Ruzheng
August 25th.

Southern Xinjiang Military Region, female soldiers’ dormitory.

The summer rain has been falling outside the window for several days without any sign of stopping.

The rain fell all over the balcony, flowing through the shallow pipe to form a small stream and falling from mid-air.

The clothesline on top of the balcony was piled with half-dried thin clothes, emitting a faint musty smell.

Balcony door.

A plump and graceful woman in a thin purple dress was leaning her graceful body against the old yellowed wooden door of the balcony, looking blankly at the lush green mountains in the distance that were nourished by the rain.

"Ugh……"

Ning Qiuyue sighed softly, her charming face full of sorrow and helplessness.

Her left hand fell limply at her side, and her right hand was holding something, which she pressed tightly against her heart.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a crumpled beige piece of letter paper.

To be precise, it was an urgent secret telegram sent by a staff member of the military district's general staff ten minutes ago.

Brought a piece of news that made Ning Qiuyue's heart tremble:

The 143th and th Companies of the rd Regiment, which were far away on the Laoshan front line, were surrounded by enemy forces, and Cheng Kaiyan was unfortunately trapped in it in order to convey intelligence.

"Why is this happening? Why did you insist on being a hero and running back alone?"

"Is it okay now? We are surrounded! Let me see what you are going to do?"

"You little bastard! If you were to die, I would be guilty of a great sin..."

Suddenly, the beautiful woman lowered her head and covered her face, uttering a series of hateful complaints, breaking the quiet atmosphere in front of her.

Although Cheng Kaiyan returned alone to deliver the information, it was his own choice.

But Ning Qiuyue knew very well that if she hadn't been so willful, she would have forced him into the field research team.

Otherwise, that guy would never have come to southern Xinjiang, would never have gone to the front line, and would not have fallen into the current situation of being surrounded by the enemy.

In the final analysis, the series of events that happened were all indirectly caused by her.

She cannot escape her responsibility. Not only will others not forgive her, she herself will not forgive herself either.

Ning Qiuyue is arrogant and has a high opinion of herself, but she will never deceive herself or evade her responsibilities.

If I really caused the death of an outstanding young man due to my own faults...

This incident will surely become a psychological barrier that she will find difficult to overcome in her lifetime.

"If Cheng Kaiyan really..."

When Ning Qiuyue thought of this very likely consequence, her pretty face turned pale instantly. Her body, leaning against the door frame, trembled slightly in the wind, and she felt cold all over.

She subconsciously hugged herself tightly, trying to calm herself down.

But she now found that there was an even more serious problem before her.

That is--

How should I tell Jia Jia, how should I tell Jiang Ting?

You know, Jiang Ting has already taken a flight from Beijing to the provincial capital to visit her third brother...

What should we do then?
The beautiful woman looked into the distance with lifeless eyes, her heart full of hesitation and deliberation.

She looked into the distance, biting her lips tightly. The bright red blood stained her white teeth, and a hint of sweetness spread.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally made a decision.

"Let's go to the hospital and tell her... No matter what, we can't delay any longer."

……

……

Guesthouse in the provincial capital of southern Xinjiang.

8am.

The hall of the guesthouse, which was less than 20 square meters, was empty except for three or five tables.

The atmosphere was desolate and deserted. There was not a single guest staying here, not even a few flies to be seen.

Behind the counter at the guest house.

A man and a woman, two staff members of the guesthouse, were lying on the counter bored, wiping the counter casually with a rag and chatting idly.

Although the work in the guesthouse is leisurely, it is also very boring.

"By the way, Comrade Xiaofeng, has Comrade Jiang gotten up yet?"

The male clerk with short hair looked at the stairwell not far away and suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly became interested and turned to ask the female comrade next to him who had wheat-colored skin and freckles on her face.

"Tsk~!"

The female staff member named Xiaofeng turned her head, looked the male staff member up and down, sneered contemptuously, and then said jokingly: "What's wrong? Is our Comrade Hongxing feeling amorous?"

"Hey, hey! How can that be possible? I...I'm just asking."

When the short-haired Comrade Hongxing heard this, his face suddenly turned red and he scratched the back of his head. He looked very embarrassed as Xiaofeng had exposed his thoughts.

"hehe!"

"You? I advise you to stop daydreaming. It's like a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

Comrade Xiaofeng sneered mercilessly.

"What's wrong?!"

Comrade Hong Xing was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this. He tilted his head and muttered, "Can't you just take a look? Can't you let people have a dream? There's a saying that goes, if a toad doesn't want to eat swan meat, it's not a good toad!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Don't make me laugh to death! Comrade Jiang came from Beijing to visit his relatives. His wife is a senior officer in the army. Even if he is nothing, based on his figure, appearance, and temperament, all those who want to marry him line up outside the city. You?"

When Comrade Xiaofeng heard Toad say this, she burst into laughter.

The Comrade Jiang the two were talking about had recently arrived from the distant capital, Beijing.

She was the one who received me when I came to stay that day.

The letter of introduction and accommodation list clearly stated that it was a military visit to relatives.

The arrival of this female comrade has brought some brilliance to this small and simple guesthouse located in the remote southern Xinjiang.

What is even more amazing is the temperament and appearance of this lesbian...

When Hongxing and Xiaofeng thought of this, they subconsciously glanced at the stairwell beside them.

at this time.

"Boom!"

In the old stairwell built of solid wood boards, there were dull footsteps and teeth-grinding creaking sounds as the boards deformed under the weight.

"Comrade Jiang is going out today?"

The two looked at each other and an idea flashed through their minds.

Comrade Jiang would go out on time every day to visit the hospital.

Comrade Hongxing was not the only one who had a favorable impression of Comrade Jiang.

Xiaofeng was also extremely curious about this lesbian from the big city. She was curious about Comrade Jiang's makeup, clothing style, shoes, skirt... These all made her curious. She felt that Comrade Jiang seemed to be more fashionable than anyone she had ever met. Her fashion was just right and quite fitting.

Instead of being superficial and out of place like her relative who works in Shanghai.

Soon.

The footsteps are getting closer.

A pair of ladies' leather shoes drew a graceful arc in the air and entered their field of vision.

The leather shoes were completely black, with a shiny gloss on the surface.

The style is exquisite and elegant, with a raised arc connecting the forefoot to the heel, which fits the arch of the foot perfectly. There is also a slender high heel embedded in the back of the foot, which raises the overall visual height.

Further up, a thin silver decorative chain dangled at the ankle.

The two held their breath and just thought that the shoes Comrade Jiang was wearing were so beautiful and nice looking.

Then, a pair of straight legs wrapped in black straight trousers came into view, and above them was a simple white shirt with a light blue textile gauze dress on the outside.

Just when the two were overwhelmed, Comrade Jiang came down the stairs and appeared in front of them.

She stood with her slender neck, and her stunningly beautiful and cold face made the two of them feel suffocated and cold. Her snow-white skin was surrounded by a halo in the dark guesthouse.

The delicate beauty's peak with its raised chin and two full, crimson lips add a lot of color to this cold, white face, making it look more human.

The high nose bridge brought a bit of heroic spirit, and the pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes as dark as a cold pond burst into cold light. It swept across the two of them, but directly ignored them.

Comrades Hongxing and Xiaofeng followed Comrade Jiang's footsteps without blinking, until the man disappeared at the door and around the corner.

"so beautiful……"

……

On the streets of the provincial capital.

"Clap clap clap..."

The beautiful woman with a slender figure exuded an inhuman and cold aura as she walked on the bluestone road soaked with rainwater.

Her steps were graceful, her hips trembled slightly, and her walking posture was so charming.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that she maintains the same posture and the same distance with every step.

The steps are graceful and precise.

The cool rain brings the message of autumn, and the raindrops fall on the dark umbrella with a dull sound.

Under the umbrella, she raised her bare hand lightly, lifted up one corner, revealing a cold and indifferent face.

Jiang Ting narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the inpatient building of the Provincial Hospital, which was looming in the mist in the distance.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her bone-chilled voice was hidden under the umbrella, "Today is the last day..."

As soon as she finished speaking, memories appeared in Jiang Ting's eyes.

Today is August 25th.

A whole week had passed since she arrived in southern Xinjiang by plane from Beijing.

The reason for coming to Southern Xinjiang was naturally because of her husband Ning Ruzheng...

of a letter.

In fact, since she received the letter from Ning Ruzheng's comrade-in-arms Comrade Li Su that day, she learned that the other party wanted her to come to southern Xinjiang.

but……

For some reason, she never cared about it, let alone took it to heart.

It was not until Cheng Kaiyan left Beijing and participated in the military field research mission to southern Xinjiang.

In addition, my niece Liu Xiaoli always goes out early and comes back late, studying dance at the Beijing Dance Academy.

As a result, this beautiful woman, who was only in her early thirties, had to stay alone in her empty room all day.

Several days passed.

Jiang Ting then found the letter in the desk and after thinking for a moment, she decided to set off for southern Xinjiang.

Visit Ning Ruzheng, my nominal husband, with whom I have been married for nearly ten years.

During this week, Jiang Ting basically goes out in the morning to visit her partner in the hospital.

Thoughts flashed through her mind. At this time, she had walked more than a hundred meters, turned the corner, and stopped in front of a small shop.

"Comrade Jiang is here? Here, this is the soup you ordered today, ginger, red dates and black chicken soup. I started cooking it last night."

At the door of the noodle shop, an old woman who was guarding the stall caught a glimpse of Jiang Ting and immediately said with a kind smile.

This young comrade orders a can of soup here every day during this period.

They are all nourishing soups, and it seems that they are for patients in the hospital.

"give it to me."

"Okay, slow down and don't spill it."

Jiang Ting took the thermal lunch box from the old woman, paid the bill, and turned to walk towards the hospital.

……

Inpatient department of provincial hospital.

The quiet corridor on a rainy day was made wet by the medical staff coming and going. The corridor became a water surface, reflecting the broken scene.

Jiang Ting walked among the crowd, unmoved by the joys and sorrows of others.

She held the lunch box in her hands and let it hang naturally in front of her belly. She stood in front of the door of the single room with a calm and indifferent face. She raised her hand to tidy up her hair which was a little messy due to the wind, and then she raised her hand and knocked on the door politely three times.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Please come in!"

A voice was heard in the ward, and it sounded like that of a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

His voice was full of energy, a little hoarse, and had the decisive and efficient aura of a soldier.

If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of joy and anticipation in the voice.

After getting a response, Jiang Ting turned the handle.

next moment.

The door creaked and was pushed open.

A beautiful woman wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a light blue gauze dress walked in carrying a lunch box.

"You're here? A-Ting!"

A middle-aged man in a blue and white hospital gown was leaning on the pillow. He had an extremely dignified face, a pair of thick, dark eyebrows, and deep, dark eyes.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his posture is upright. His physique reveals the toughness of long-term training and the tough temperament unique to a soldier.

But when he saw Jiang Ting enter the room, his cold face suddenly softened and he even smiled.

"Ah."

Jiang Ting responded indifferently, placed the lunch box of chicken soup on the bedside, and then pulled out a chair beside the bed and sat down.

She took out a book from her bag and read it quietly.

She didn't care about the man leaning on the hospital bed beside her.

The middle-aged man on the hospital bed watched her movements silently, his eyes gentle, but filled with deep guilt and remorse.

But Ning Ruzheng looked at Jiang Ting for a long time, but he never saw Jiang Ting look up at him, let alone say a word to him.

"Ha ha……"

Ning Ruzheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he knew Jiang Ting's personality very well and had long been accustomed to her cold look.

Instead, he took the lunch box and opened the lid.

A bowl of white chicken soup appeared in front of me, and the rich aroma and smell of medicinal herbs lingered in the ward.

'No matter how cold A Ting is, we are husband and wife after all, and she cares about me.

It's a pity that she lives alone in the guesthouse and has to buy ingredients and make soup for me every day...'

Ning Ruzheng felt warm in his heart and said secretly.

Even though the hospital sent him breakfast, he didn't want to let Jiang Ting down, so he drank it in small sips.

As he drank, he looked at the delicate and flawless face of the woman beside him and the book with a snow-white cover titled "Love Letter" in her hand, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"love letter?"

At this moment, he remembered an event in the past, which was the first time they met.

That was many years ago.

I can’t remember the exact year.

It was when my fourth sister Ning Qiuyue was still in college. I only remember that it was a winter day. One time, Ning Ruzheng went to school to give her sister cotton-quilted bedding and thick clothes for the winter.

After making the bed for my sister in the girls' dormitory, I was about to leave with her, changing the thin cotton quilt and blanket.

But at this moment, my sister stopped me and pointed to my upper bunk with a mysterious look on her face.

He saw at a glance a thin piece of cotton wool and a small quilt.

My sister said this was the bed of her good friend Jiang Ting.

"How are we going to survive the winter? It's so cold."

"So I didn't let you leave? You replaced the quilt I took off with her. You are usually so cold and arrogant, ignoring everyone. Now that you have a problem that you can't solve, you still have to rely on me, right?"

Ning Ruzheng only remembered his sister with her hands on her hips, looking very proud. She was very kind at that time.

Since his sister said so, Ning Ruzheng had no choice but to do as she said.

While making the bed, my sister said in an ambiguous way, "She is the ice beauty of our school! You should behave well!"

Hearing his sister's words, Ning Ruzheng, who was in his twenties, was immediately interested and made the bed with anticipation.

The bed smells so good, she must be a beautiful lesbian as my sister said.

But the result was beyond his expectations.

After making the bed, a girl with a ponytail came in with a book in her hand. She looked at her bed and at the two siblings.

His face suddenly became extremely cold.

The girl went to bed without a word or a sound.

He pulled off the neatly laid quilt and mattress pad and stuffed them back onto Ning Qiuyue's bed.

Then he lowered his head and laid out his things again.

At that moment, Ning Ruzheng saw his sister's face become extremely ugly.

Although it is beautiful, it is inhumanly cold.

This was his first impression of her, and it was quite negative.

But unexpectedly, several years passed in a flash.

One spring, his sister-in-law Tang Minghua introduced him to a girl, and it was this unspeakably cold lesbian.

At that time, Jiang Ting said nothing even when it came to marriage. She just nodded and shook her head silently without any opinion.

More like completing a task.

He didn't like this cold woman very much.

It was only later, during a conversation with my sister Jiang Wan, that I vaguely learned some details. There was a reason for all this.

But it is too late now.

This woman's heart has long been cold as ice.

……

"Today is the last day."

Just as Ning Ru was lost in thought, the beautiful woman who had been silent for a long time looked up and said.

"The last day... I know."

Ning Ruzheng came back to his senses, forced an ugly smile at the corner of his mouth, and felt relieved.

This was something that had already been agreed upon in the letter, and he had already written two reports.

Just wait to submit it to the leader tomorrow and get signed and stamped.

(End of this chapter)