I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun accompanied their son and daughter-in-law all the way.

"It's just the two of them at home, so their relationship is bound to improve. Qiaoqiao is so kind and lovely, it's impossible for my son not to be moved," Luo Meiyun said happily.

"It would be great if I could have a grandson," Zhou Zhonghai chuckled to himself, lost in thought.

"Don't rush it, it's only been a short time. As long as the two of them are sleeping together, a grandson is bound to happen sooner or later. Hey, Old Zhou, you like your granddaughter too, you can't favor boys over girls."

"Look at what you're saying! We have two sons and a granddaughter; I cherish them dearly. How could I possibly dislike them?"

"Yes, Wenhui said he spends less time sunbathing, watching Qiaoqiao dig in the ground, and even less time reading. Wow, this young couple is living such a clear and simple life. My heart is at ease now."

Luo Meiyun was truly relieved. Her son had been carried off the battlefield, treated in the hospital for more than half a year, and had been home for almost a year. For nearly two years, her heart had been constantly hanging in mid-air.

His son was so outstanding, and suddenly he lost both legs. The heavy blow left him living like a living dead.

Now, my son talks more and even sleeps with Qiaoqiao. Oh, my mood is as pure and beautiful as the sky after a heavy rain.

The driver listened to the leader and his wife whispering to each other, just like young lovers in the village, and couldn't help but laugh.

After the commander's son became disabled, his temper worsened, and he would often berate his orderly mercilessly.

The driver followed the leader every day and knew his joys and sorrows best. The driver often heard the leader's sighs and saw his loneliness. No one understood the bitterness in his heart.

Today, the leader smiled. He hadn't smiled for many years. The driver hoped the leader would smile every day.

The relationship between Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao has undergone some changes.

After the thunder that night, the two slept together, each with their own blanket.

I don't know why, but I feel much more at ease when someone is sleeping next to me.

Qiaoqiao no longer needs to worry about Zhou Wenhui, who sleeps in the study, having trouble urinating in the middle of the night. If anything happens, she can just call out.

Moreover, the bed is much more comfortable than the military bed.

After a heavy rain, the vegetables in the garden changed every day, growing lush and green.

"Would you like to read in the study or sunbathe in the hallway?" Qiaoqiao asked after breakfast.

"What are you doing?"

"I asked the logistics department for some bamboo poles, and they will send someone to deliver them later. I need to build trellises for the cucumbers."

"Then I'll sunbathe."

"Okay, would you like to read a book?"

"I won't look." Zhou Wenhui still spoke very little, but at least they could communicate normally now.

As they were talking, a young soldier from the logistics department, whom they didn't recognize, came over carrying a bundle of small bamboo poles. He stood outside the courtyard and called out, "Sister-in-law, I've brought you some bamboo poles."

Qiaoqiao hurried to open the door: "Thank you, this is too much."

"The cucumbers need trellises, the tomatoes need trellises too, and the green beans too. I've calculated everything for you, it's about right. If it's not enough, just give me a call. Sister-in-law, you really know how to grow vegetables! Our logistics department's cabbages are just sprouting, and yours are already ready to eat?"

The logistics soldiers kept praising him, completely ignoring the hero sitting in the corridor basking in the sun.

"There are quite a few military dependents in our compound. They live in apartment buildings where they can't grow vegetables. I have a lot of vegetables, so whoever wants to eat them can come and pick them," Qiaoqiao said with a smile.

The logistics soldier leaned close to Qiaoqiao and whispered, "The Lin family also has a young wife who is in a similar situation to you, except her husband is rather stingy. Since you have leftover food, why don't you send some to her?"

Qiaoqiao blushed. She was similar to her, having married a disabled soldier for personal gain.

"Where does she live? The bok choy will be ready in two days, I'll send her some."

If I had a friend, life wouldn't be so lonely.

"The first three buildings, 103. Lin Jie was also a hero; he lost one hand. His wife's name is Han Dan, she's quite capable, but, alas..."

"What's wrong?"

"Lin Yingxiong has a somewhat volatile temper. Several times when I went to deliver meals, his wife had injuries on her face," the logistics soldier whispered.

"Doesn't your logistics department try to persuade them?"

"He's a hero, we're just ordinary soldiers. How can we, as lowly soldiers, advise him on his family matters? Hero Lin was provoked on the battlefield and went berserk, acting recklessly." The young soldier said with some pity.

"Okay, I got it. I'll go check on her when my vegetables grow."

"Sister-in-law, you're busy, the logistics department still has a lot to do. Sister-in-law, you're so lucky. Zhou Wenhui has a good personality, and Commander Zhou and Director Luo are both very generous and magnanimous. You're truly blessed."

Unexpectedly, the logistics department also discussed the families.

"You've had a long day. Let me see you off."

"What are you bringing? You're busy, I'm leaving."

After the little soldier left, Qiaoqiao stood there stunned for a long time before starting to build trellises for the cucumbers, green beans, and tomatoes.

"Hey, what were you saying to that soldier?"

Qiaoqiao turned her head and exclaimed, "Ah!" Could it be that Zhou Wenhui also likes to listen to gossip?

Feeling down, she put down the bamboo pole, walked quickly to Zhou Wenhui's wheelchair, and asked, "Do you know Lin Jie from Building Three?"

Zhou Wenhui looked up and said, "I know him. He went to the front lines three years before me."

"How...how did he get injured?"

Qiaoqiao asked cautiously, afraid of bringing up Zhou Wenhui's pain.

"Our main task at the front was to repair roads. Only when the roads were open could weapons and supplies be transported to the front. He was attacked by the enemy while organizing the transport of supplies. I was attacked while escorting the road-building experts. Lin Jie and his team were escorted by the army, and although there were casualties, they were not significant."

In our class, there were sixteen people, completely defenseless. Of those sixteen, only I remained.

Sure enough, no matter which hero is mentioned, people will think of themselves.

Qiaoqiao was filled with shame. Lin Jie was also a hero, and she had treated his family's affairs as gossip in the village.

"I'm sorry for reminding you of the past." Qiaoqiao lowered her head sadly.

"The past should not be forgotten; they are the true heroes." Zhou Wenhui breathed a sigh of relief.

"You miss them a lot?" With just these words, Zhou Wenhui's eyes reddened.

"How could I not want to? Chubby Dunzi was often bullied by us. Two steamed buns a meal were not enough to fill him up. In order to get something to eat, I made him do my laundry and gave him half a steamed bun. He was very happy. The other comrades also made him do their laundry and gave him half a steamed bun each."

You wouldn't believe it, but during the meal, there were fifteen and a half steamed buns in front of him. Even if he could eat a lot, how could he possibly eat that many?

He kept the steamed buns, dried them, and said that they would be the army's rations during the great battle.

Zhou Wenhui smiled, looking quite pleased with himself.

"And then there's our squad leader, Brother Fu Jiang. His hometown arranged a wife for him, and he shows off her photos to us every day. We're so angry, so we look at the photos and say, 'Hey, this woman's nose is a bit flat, her eyes look like she's rolling her eyes, and her butt isn't perky enough. She can only have sons, not daughters.'"

Brother Fu chased after us, kicking each of us, saying he'd never show it to us again. A few days later, he couldn't resist showing it off again, and we got angry with him, so he chased after us and beat us up again…”

Zhou Wenhui laughed out loud, and Qiaoqiao watched quietly. She realized that he could be so gentle when he smiled.

"And then there's Wang Xingrun. He's cunning. He wanted to return to China and beg me to talk to my dad about joining the public security system. I refused him firmly. How could he use his power for personal gain? He got anxious and said that his grandmother liked him in uniform."

"If he can't get into the public security system, he won't be discharged from the military to please Grandma. Actually, I'd already planned it all out. I'd have Dad plead for him after he returned to China for discharge; I was just teasing him."