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

"And Yixin, and... Dunzi's stomach exploded, his intestines and stomach spilled all over the ground. Brother Fu was lying on top of me, his back was as black as charcoal, and he smelled of meat."

I pushed him away, shook him, and told him his wife was beautiful and could give birth to both sons and daughters. He didn't move, his eyes were closed, he had no eyes.

I crawled up to the stool and tried to stuff his intestines back into his stomach, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get them in...

He often comes to me in my dreams, scolding me, saying that his belly is full of steamed buns and why I don't stuff them back in.

"Zhou Wenhui, stop talking, stop talking." Qiaoqiao was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhou Wenhui looked at the sun, letting tears stream down his face, and continued, "They're disloyal. We promised to be brothers for all eternity, but they've all left, leaving me behind. They must be laughing at me, laughing at how I tricked them. They all went to the underworld without taking me with them."

What kind of brothers are they? I was just teasing them to have some fun in the boring army. They're so petty, they don't want me anymore over such a small thing. When I see them, I'll give them a good beating.

Zhou Wenhui laughed through his tears: "I can beat fifteen of them. My dad is a division commander, they don't dare fight back, they're letting me win."

Especially the class monitor, he took the best care of me. He used to be my dad's subordinate, and he promised my dad that he would bring me home safe and sound.

You're saying he didn't keep his promise at all? How could I have gotten home unharmed? I don't have legs, what would I do at home? If he doesn't protect me, he can go home and get married.

I hate him, I hate him for meddling. Who cares if he risks his life for another…”

Zhou Wenhui lost control, gripping the wheelchair tightly with both hands. Qiaoqiao quickly stood up and hugged Zhou Wenhui, saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought this up. I was wrong."

Zhou Wenhui collapsed weakly, muttering to himself, "They've all left me, yet I've become a hero. Dunzi, the squad leader, I miss them so much..."

Qiaoqiao felt a pang of heartache, and that sorrow kept washing over her. She realized that Zhou Wenhui had suffered so much.

"Zhou Wenhui, you should carry their hopes and live well."

"Every hero who survived suffered a fate worse than death."

"To survive is true courage. If you were to leave, your brother's heroic deeds would only become the name on a monument. Who would tell their vivid stories?"

Qiaoqiao isn't good at lecturing, but today she truly remembered the names of every hero and genuinely witnessed their playful and adorable nature.

Heroes are also children of parents and lovers of wives.

Qiaoqiao let go of Zhou Wenhui, went to the kitchen to fetch a basin of hot water, took a clean towel, and carefully washed his face and wiped away his tears.

After crying, Zhou Wenhui felt much better and regained his cold demeanor: "It's alright now, go and build a trellis for the cucumbers."

"Okay, I'll stir-fry some bok choy for you for lunch when I'm done with my work."

Words cannot soothe Zhou Wenhui's pain; he can only let himself slowly emerge from it.

As Qiaoqiao tended the cucumber trellis, she thought about the brutal battlefield.

That hero named Lin Jie must have also suffered greatly from losing his comrades, right?

Han Dan, when you have time, go see her, or have Lin Jie come see Zhou Wenhui.

People who have had similar experiences are more likely to empathize.

Zhou Wenhui stopped talking, lazily watching Qiaoqiao busy in the field, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been drained from his heart.

After Qiaoqiao finished working on one plot of land, she looked at Zhou Wenhui again and found him asleep in his wheelchair.

Qiaoqiao washed her hands clean, went back into the house and got a blanket to cover him. It had rained a couple of days ago, and the weather had cooled down considerably.

Keep working. We need to finish setting up all the scaffolds today so we can transplant the eggplants and peppers tomorrow.

With a loud thud, the wooden gate to the courtyard, which was about half a person's height, was kicked open forcefully.

Qiaoqiao, who was working diligently, was startled. She turned around and saw a woman in a long-sleeved floral dress storming in.

"Hey, may I ask who you are?" Qiaoqiao asked loudly. This is the commander's house, who is so bold as to barge in like this?

The woman didn't even glance at Qiaoqiao, but walked straight to Zhou Wenhui's wheelchair, yanked off his blanket, and shouted, "Zhou Wenhui!"

"No, who are you?" Qiaoqiao asked angrily, "Who are you? This is Commander Zhou's house."

The woman glared angrily at Zhou Wenhui, completely ignoring Qiaoqiao.

Zhou Wenhui was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up, which made him a little angry.

When he opened his eyes, he jolted, sat bolt upright, and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Why can't I come? Zhou Wenhui, I tried everything I could to get back to the military headquarters, but you... you got married..."

The woman was aggressive, her eyes filled with love.

"I..." Zhou Wenhui struggled to avoid the woman's gaze, then turned his head and saw Qiaoqiao, saying, "Push me into the living room."

Qiaoqiao was confused and quickly went to push the wheelchair, but the woman pushed her aside and pushed Zhou Wenhui into the living room.

Qiaoqiao followed behind them into the kitchen and poured them two glasses of water.

"Yes, my parents don't approve of our relationship. Their opinion is their opinion, and I am who I am. Zhou Wenhui, go to the battlefield, I'll wait for you. I don't care that you lost your legs."

I told you to wait two years, until I transferred my job back to the military, then I could take care of you. But why didn't you wait? You married this country bumpkin to spite me. Why? Why are you so heartless…”

Qiaoqiao took two steps back. She realized that this woman was the one Zhou Wenhui liked.

"We're not a good match. You should pursue your own happiness," Zhou Wenhui said calmly.

"What is my happiness? Tell me, what is my happiness..." the woman said, shaking Zhou Wenhui.

Zhou Wenhui was somewhat timid and couldn't look the woman in the eye.

"You don't know what my happiness is? Okay, let me tell you, my happiness is you... Wenhui, is love only about interests? Let's go to the cafeteria together, go to the library together, and read Ivan Shamyakin's 'Snowy Winter' together."

Have you forgotten those wonderful days? Wenhui, even without your legs, you are still a hero like Pavel Korchagin.

The woman tearfully recounted her accusations, which Qiaoqiao couldn't understand a word of, but she truly felt that she had torn apart this ill-fated couple.

"Zhaoying, that's fiction, that's idealism. We need to face reality," Zhou Wenhui argued painfully.

"Novels are based on life. What did you say when you went to the front lines? Whether you live or die, you must become a hero of this era. If you sacrifice yourself, I will never marry."

You're back. You're sitting right in front of me, still the same Zhou Wenhui, still that outstanding young man. But you abandoned me without hesitation. Wenhui, is this what real life is like?

The woman became more and more heartbroken as she spoke, and Qiaoqiao's heart was also broken. Their love was so noble.

Several times, Qiaoqiao wanted to tell the woman that she and Zhou Wenhui actually had nothing, and that she could divorce her husband to let them be together.

Zhou Wenhui was unwilling to face the woman's questioning, nor did he want to shed tears in front of his beloved. He turned to Qiaoqiao and said, "I need to go to the restroom."

Qiaoqiao was so moved by their sincere love that she burst into tears. When she heard that Zhou Wenhui needed to go to the toilet, she quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Oh, okay."

After saying that, she went to hug Zhou Wenhui.

The woman shoved Qiaoqiao away, roaring, "Get away from me! Don't touch him!"

But he needs to go to the toilet. Besides, we've already touched each other so many times.

Like a child who had done something wrong, Qiaoqiao hurriedly went to the toilet and placed the commode chair on top of the toilet bowl. "Since I can't touch it, then you can touch it."

The woman wiped away her tears, put her arms around Zhou Wenhui's neck and buttocks, and lifted him up forcefully...

She couldn't get up. The woman gritted her teeth, tried again, and got up.

She took two difficult steps, swaying unsteadily. Qiaoqiao was terrified and quickly went to help her. The woman gave her a sharp look, which frightened Qiaoqiao so much that she had to withdraw her hand.

Further on, the toilet door was a bit narrow, and the woman carried him straight in, leaving both of them blocking the toilet doorway.

"Turn to the side, turn to the side..." Qiaoqiao humbly reminded him.

Before the woman could glare at Qiaoqiao, she used all her strength to hug Zhou Wenhui and move her body inside. Her head went inside, and as she took a step, her foot slipped... and unsurprisingly, the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

Qiaoqiao's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.

"Zhaoying, are you alright?" Zhou Wenhui, disregarding his own condition, sat up and asked the woman with concern.

Cheng Zhaoying sat on the ground, panting, her arm scraped raw, and she winced in pain.

"I...I'll do it..." Qiaoqiao said cautiously. Luckily, there was no chamber pot, otherwise it would have been another day filled with stench.

Cheng Zhaoying glared at Qiaoqiao and said coldly, "No need."

Ignoring the pain in her hands and bones, Cheng Zhaoying squatted down and hugged Zhou Wenhui again.

This time, no matter how hard he tried, Zhou Wenhui remained seated on the ground, completely unmoved.

"I'm sorry, Wenhui, I didn't work, I didn't work."

Cheng Zhaoying started crying again in distress. Zhou Wenhui reached out to wipe away Cheng Zhaoying's tears and said gently, "Let Yang Qiao come."

This was the first time Zhou Wenhui called Qiaoqiao by her name.

The woman retreated helplessly. Qiaoqiao quickly stepped forward, picked up Zhou Wenhui, and placed him steadily on the commode chair, saying, "I'll wait for you outside."