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One person was crying in the study, and another was crying in the bridal chamber.

Both of them felt as if a sharp knife had been plunged into their hearts, causing them unbearable pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiaoqiao stopped crying and opened the study window.

The fragrance of flowers wafts in through the window. Spring is the season of hope; there is always hope if we keep moving forward.

She took clean clothes, pushed her wheelchair, and with her eyes red and swollen, entered the new house.

"Put your clothes on."

Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs as she threw her clothes on the bed.

I found my change of clothes in the closet and went to the bathroom.

Even though the living room and hallway were wiped clean, there was still a faint smell of feces.

When Qiaoqiao returned to the new house, Zhou Wenhui was already dressed. He didn't scold her, but said calmly, "Let's have breakfast, I'm hungry."

Qiaoqiao went to hug him, and he put one hand on Qiaoqiao's neck. This time he was steady and didn't fall.

Breakfast had gotten cold, and Qiaoqiao wanted to reheat it, but Zhou Wenhui said, "Just leave it as is."

A bowl of cold porridge, two cold fried dough sticks, and two boiled eggs.

Qiaoqiao picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite. After a whole morning of fussing, she was hungry too.

Zhou Wenhui wolfed down his food and finished it all.

Qiaoqiao poured him a cup of hot water and said, "The study smells a bit. Why don't you go to the yard and get some sun?"

Zhou Wenhui remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

In the courtyard, Zhou Wenhui was sunbathing on the corridor, while Qiaoqiao continued digging the ground she hadn't finished digging yesterday.

The vegetable seeds have been bought. We need to turn the soil and sow the seeds as soon as possible. After the next rain, we'll have fresh vegetables to eat.

Since returning home from the hospital, Zhou Wenhui has never left his house.

Aside from meals, he spends most of his time in the study.

Several times, his parents asked him to go out in the yard to bask in the sun, but he refused.

A person who doesn't want to live has no attachment to the sun.

That day, their class of 16 escorted road construction experts safely from their base to Menghong. On their return journey, they encountered an air raid.

The squad leader pulled him under his own body, and when he woke up, all his comrades had been killed.

The squad leader was my father's old subordinate, and he fulfilled his promise to his old commander with his life.

Faced with enemy bombs, Zhou Wenhui was not afraid; his heart was filled with hatred.

But he was afraid to live, so he stole his comrades' great achievements and became a hero.

He doesn't deserve to be a hero; he'd rather be buried with his comrades.

While I'm alive, the smiling faces of my fifteen comrades-in-arms are always on my mind. Comrades, my brothers, I miss you all.

Zhou Wenhui watched the chubby, dark-skinned girl in the distance, quickly loosening and tidying up the soil, turning over a large patch of land in no time.

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhou Wenhui went on a hunger strike and refused to take any medication. He felt he couldn't live and only wanted to commit suicide.

A true man of steel, Commander Zhou, knelt before heaven, earth, his parents, and even his son.

"Wenhui, please, for Mom and Dad's sake, just eat a bite, okay?"

The father was in tears, crying like a child. Zhou Wenhui drank the porridge his mother fed him, and he survived.

I'm alive, but I live for my parents; I'm just a soulless body.

Marriage was a decision made after his parents discussed it, and he agreed to it. It didn't matter who he married except for Cheng Zhaoying.

His parents made him marry this stupid woman in front of him, who was barefoot and muddy.

Her name is Yang Qiao? I think so. How could my parents find such a stupid woman to take care of me?

She let herself fall into poop and pee, it stank, it was disgusting.

She seemed to be crying too; she must have felt wronged.

My father said she came from a bad family, and that she had no choice but to marry me, right?

Qiaoqiao dug frantically, for only through labor could she forget her pain.

She misses her grandparents, her parents, and her brother.

She wanted to go back to Dashui Village and escape this oppressive home.

She wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms and cry her heart out.

The Zhou family is a good family, but the Zhou family is not her home.

Zhou Wenhui was as cold as ice, and Qiaoqiao didn't know how to warm him up.

That day, Qiaoqiao said to her grandfather, "My family has a bad background, so what kind of good man can I marry?"

Qiaoqiao has figured it out. She doesn't want to marry a good man; she just wants someone she can talk to as an equal.

Sweat and tears mingled together, dripping onto the black soil; her vegetables were grown with tears.

After relaxing for a short while, Qiaoqiao straightened up and glanced down the corridor. The man who had been scolding her was lazily basking in the sun, looking quite at ease.

Bah! Why is it that when I'm in pain, he doesn't care at all?

I am reminded of Luo Meiyun's words: war is cruel, and today's peace was bought with the blood of soldiers.

Forget it, forgive him. He's a warrior, he's a hero.

Qiaoqiao was overthinking things; her mind was a jumbled mess. She should just keep loosening the soil. Once she was tired, she wouldn't think about anything anymore.

The sun was high in the sky, and it was time to prepare lunch. Qiaoqiao wiped her sweat, put the hoe on the corridor, and turned to ask Zhou Wenhui, "We still have tofu, chili peppers, and cabbage at home. If you don't like them, I'll go to the cafeteria to buy some food."

"Let's eat at home."

It's no longer just two random words.

"I'll go cook dinner. Do you want to lie down in bed for a while?"

"No need, the study smells bad."

It's been a whole morning, it shouldn't smell anymore, right?

Qiaoqiao pushed Zhou Wenhui into the living room and went to the kitchen to cook.

Pan-fry the tofu until golden brown inside, then stir-fry with chili peppers and a little water, and simmer.

Yesterday, I rendered about half a bowl of lard from the pork belly. I stir-fried a cabbage with it, and it smelled delicious.

With just two simple dishes, Zhou Wenhui ate two bowls of rice, and Qiaoqiao ate half a bowl. He can eat so much! He usually only eats one bowl of rice.

"Shall I take you to the study for a nap?" Qiaoqiao hesitated, she was also tired and wanted to take a nap.

"The study stinks, I'll sleep in your room," Zhou Wenhui said coldly.

"Okay, I'll sleep in the guest room."

Qiaoqiao was very happy; this hero could finally speak properly.

"There's a military-style bed in the guest room; you can sleep next to me."

No… Qiaoqiao looked at Zhou Wenhui in confusion. Wasn’t it normal for each person to have their own room?

Zhou Wenhui pushed his wheelchair into the new house, which was decorated with big red "double happiness" characters.

The couple, married for four days, finally slept in the same room, on the same bed, a military-style cot.

Perhaps they were both tired, because when they woke up, the clock showed three in the afternoon.

Qiaoqiao quickly got up, and perhaps because the noise was too loud, Zhou Wenhui also woke up.

"I'll carry you to the toilet," Qiaoqiao said.

"Put the commode chair in the toilet."

Zhou Wenhui didn't want to use the toilet in the room anymore. If he fell again, he would be covered in excrement and urine, and the room would stink.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll go get the commode chair."

Qiaoqiao also didn't want Zhou Wenhui to use the toilet in the room; the smell was really unpleasant.

In the afternoon, Qiaoqiao continued digging, while Zhou Wenhui, instead of sunbathing, sat in the living room reading.

They cooked dinner at home again that night, and the two of them still slept in the same room, one on the bed and the other on the military cot.

After falling and crying, their relationship underwent a subtle change.

Zhou Wenhui was still as cold as ever, but he said a few more words.

Qiaoqiao was busy turning over the soil and planting vegetables, and she didn't seem to feel wronged anymore.

After all, she was the one who threw him down; just thinking about that pile of excrement and urine made her feel nauseous.

Zhou Wenhui must have felt nauseous too; he stopped sleeping in the study and stayed in the new house every day.