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

Xiaoqi noticed that Qiaoqiao always had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth during class, as if she wanted to laugh secretly but was afraid of being discovered.

Is she pregnant with her second child? She looks so happy!

After class, Xiaoqi couldn't help but ask, "Yang Qiao, are you hiding something?"

Qiaoqiao was shocked. She hadn't shown any sign of it. Could it be that Xiaoqi knew she was going to the movies on the 22nd?

"No, what could be on my mind?" Qiaoqiao awkwardly tried to cover it up.

"Tell me, are you planning to have a second child?" Xiaoqi decisively voiced her thoughts.

"Xiaoqi, what did you say? I work so hard teaching, how could I have time to have a baby?"

Qiaoqiao pouted. Her mother-in-law didn't approve of her having a second child now, and she had no idea about it either.

"Not having a second child? Then why are you so happy?"

Seeing that Qiaoqiao was very serious, Xiaoqi realized that she had guessed wrong.

"Aren't I happy every day?"

"No, no, your happiness today is different from usual; it's a secret, joyful kind of happiness. Gu Tong'an, don't you agree?"

Gu Tong'an looked up, puzzled: "Really?"

Men, careless men.

Qiaoqiao lowered her head and smiled, while Xiaoqi got angry: "Yang Qiao, you don't treat me as a friend, and you don't even share your happy moments."

Qiaoqiao held back for a long time, but she couldn't hold back any longer: "Xiaoqi, I'm only telling you this, you're not allowed to tell anyone else."

"good!"

I'm going to see a movie on the 22nd.

In an era of limited entertainment, watching a movie was something to brag about, let alone something as popular as "Little Flower."

"Little Flower?"

"Of course! What, are you going to watch Railway Guerrillas? Don't tell anyone!"

Qiaoqiao felt much better after finally saying it.

Humans are vain.

No one in the entire school had a movie ticket, except for Qiaoqiao.

"Ah... Yang Qiao, I knew you could see this. I'm so envious. After you see it, you have to tell me the whole story in detail." Xiao Qi's eyes were filled with envy.

"it is good."

A movie ticket is something many people dream of.

"Yang Qiao, Xiao Hua's poster is up. I like Chen Chong the most. You like Chen Chong too, right?" Xiao Qi said dreamily.

"Shouldn't a young girl like you like Zhao Yongsheng?"

"What Zhao Yongsheng? That's Tang Guoqiang. I like Liu Xiaoqing, she's got a fiery temper," Gu Tong'an interjected.

"You don't like Chen Chong? He's gentle and refined, and charming and lovely," Xiao Qi retorted.

"I love her! My favorite is Liu Xiaoqing. It's a pity we can only see the posters. I really want to go to the cinema to see her in person," Gu Tong'an sighed.

"Don't worry, the teacher said that the school will also have a performance next year," Qiaoqiao comforted her.

"It'll be another six months, Yang Qiao. The interlude 'Ronghua' is even better than the theme song."

"Really? It was played on the radio."

"It's on the radio. The broadcasts in Huailin are outdated. If you listen to the national radio channels, you'll find more people who like 'Ronghua'."

Although none of them had seen "Little Flower," the three of them chatted about it with great interest.

Although it was only five days, it was still an extremely long wait.

It's like a little girl who suddenly gets a new dress, but can only wear it at dawn.

That night was destined to be sleepless.

Saturday finally arrived, but Sister Hu had no appetite for cooking and each of them ate a bowl of noodles.

To avoid causing misunderstandings among other comrades, the six tickets were used to enter the cinema in three separate groups.

Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao went together by bus, and walked back, which helped them relax.

Sister Hu and Yu Fu were in one group, and Yu Fu rode Qiaoqiao's bicycle with Sister Hu and Xiao Wei on the other.

Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun were the last group, and Gu Quan drove them to and from work.

(Gu Quan was always on duty at the municipal party committee and was assigned one vote.)

The whole family took this group activity very seriously. Zhou Zhonghai even wore the black woolen coat that Luo Meiyun had bought in the provincial capital, looking radiant.

Qiaoqiao wore the red sweater Fenglin had given her, paired with a black woolen skirt. She wore thermal underwear underneath the skirt, but luckily the skirt was long enough to cover the underwear, so from the outside, she looked fashionable.

Paired with a light blue woolen coat given to her by her mother-in-law, she looked exactly like a star straight out of a magazine.

"My Qiaoqiao, she's so beautiful." Zhou Wenhui praised sincerely.

"I've always been pretty, just a bit unfashionable. When I started school, all my classmates dressed up, and I had to study too."

"Really? It's almost Chinese New Year, I'll buy you a red dress."

"No way! Today is a big event, that's why I wore a skirt. Look, look at me!"

Qiaoqiao lifted her skirt, revealing her thermal underwear and wool pants, and Zhou Wenhui couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at? You're all about looking pretty, but you're freezing. It's not like we're going to the movies; it's much more comfortable wearing the cotton pants my mother sewed."

"Qiaoqiao, you look good in this outfit, very good."

Zhou Wenhui looked at his silly wife and laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"Come on, let's go catch the bus."

Qiaoqiao pulled Zhou Wenhui out first.

The movie was at 7:30, but the young couple set off at 5:30.

In winter, it gets dark early, the streetlights come on, and pedestrians hurry home.

Qiaoqiao took Zhou Wenhui's hand and strolled toward the bus stop.

From a distance, they look like a couple deeply in love.

"Wenhui, look, candied hawthorns. Over there, over there, is there a stall selling pancakes?" Qiaoqiao pointed in surprise.

"Do you want some? I'll go buy some."

"No, I won't eat it. Wenhui, do you see? There are vendors everywhere."

"Yes, since Huailin allowed individual vendors to set up stalls, the whole city has come alive."

"Wenhui, how lucky you are! You're hungry, you can buy a pancake from a roadside stall."

"When I was a child, there were street vendors near my house, and we could exchange our household junk for maltose. It's been ten years, ten years since I've seen any street vendors. Everything now requires ration coupons to buy," Zhou Wenhui said with some emotion.

"It was Dad, it was Dad who changed this city."

"My father hoped that all the people of Huailin City, whether in the countryside or the city, could eat white flour steamed buns during the Spring Festival this year. It seems that his wish has come true."

The ordinary scene is heartbreaking. Setting up a street stall is such a simple thing, yet it has only become a reality ten years later.

"If Commander Pu knew that Dad did it, he would be so happy."

"The progress of the times is the result of the hard work and struggle of generations. Perhaps one day, this street will become a city that never sleeps, brightly lit and bustling with people."

"Wenhui, you really dare to dream. It's nighttime, how can it be brightly lit?"

"You, I dare to think about these things, but you wouldn't even dare to think about them."

"My mind isn't as sharp as yours; I don't dare to think about it."

The shuttle bus arrived, and Zhou Wenhui helped Qiaoqiao onto the bus.

The car was packed with people, mostly workers rushing home from work, except for Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao, who were heading to see a movie.

When we arrived at the movie theater, it wasn't open yet, and the outside was packed with people watching the movie.

These people are mostly government employees and their families.

Qiaoqiao looked around for Zhou Xiaowei, but there were too many people and she couldn't find him.

Perhaps we hadn't arrived yet, and in my disappointment, I heard a voice calling from behind: "Mommy, Mommy."

It was Zhou Xiaowei. Qiaoqiao rushed over, but Yu Fu, trying to avoid suspicion, hugged Zhou Xiaowei and disappeared into the crowd.

Afterwards, Yu Fu explained that avoiding suspicion was an order, an order given by the leader, which he had to carry out seriously. This angered Qiaoqiao so much that she didn't cook him any elaborate dishes for several weeks.