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

That night, Qiaoqiao understood why her father-in-law was so determined to divide the land among the households, despite the difficulties.

To ensure that ordinary people could live a life with enough to eat and wear, he raised money from all directions, braving the storms without flinching.

They had faith in their hearts, and they wanted to give an explanation to their fallen comrades.

Only when they visit their old comrades one day can they proudly say, "Brothers, I have completed the mission you failed to accomplish."

"Brother, I have never been greedy or bribed in my life, and I have lived a life worthy of this life."

"Brothers, our country is just as you wished. It is peaceful and prosperous, and the people are well-fed, warmly clothed, and have some money to spare."

Father-in-law and Wenhui survived. They lived not for greed or glory, but to contribute to the country's development.

It took the family an hour to get home. Their emotions, which had been turbulent, had calmed down considerably, and they went back to their rooms to rest.

Qiaoqiao fetched hot water, removed Zhou Wenhui's prosthetic leg, and helped him clean it.

Tonight, the prosthetic limb feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Qiaoqiao, you go to sleep first, I'll go to the study to sleep."

Zhou Wenhui sat in a wheelchair and pushed it out.

Why are you sleeping in the study?

After the two consummated their marriage, they never separated, except when they returned to Dashui Village to sleep separately. Qiaoqiao found it very difficult to adjust.

"I wanted to write something, but I was afraid of bothering you."

Are you feeling excited and having trouble sleeping?

"Yes, there is a fire burning, and I always want to do something. There are still many people who haven't seen Xiaohua, so I'll write down my feelings and publish them in the daily newspaper so that all the people in the city can join me in remembering that heroic and tragic chapter."

"Wenhui, now that you mention it, I have some thoughts on the same thing. Why don't we write them down together?"

"Okay, you write it, and I'll use my connections to publish it in the supplement."

"That won't do. My writing skills are limited; I can't compare to yours."

"Qiaoqiao, this is the only time I'll ever give a favor to a family member, so you'd better think it through."

"Okay, I'll write it first. If you think it's good, then publish it. If not, let's not use any backdoors to avoid making a fool of ourselves."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

In the study, each person has a desk, a pen, and a notebook.

Qiaoqiao chewed on the pen, thought for a long time, and then wrote:

As I pick up my pen to write my thoughts on the film "Little Flower," a flood of emotions wells up within me. I'm just an ordinary person, and from fragmented information about the plot of "Little Flower" gleaned from various posters, I assumed it was simply a film that combined family, friendship, and love.

Only after watching the film did I realize how shallow a simple phrase like "family affection," "friendship," or "love" truly is. In the movie, there are two young girls. One girl is forced to sell herself due to poverty. The other girl's parents are Red Army soldiers who, surrounded by the enemy, have no choice but to entrust their daughter to the care of local villagers. Separated from their loved ones, this separation lasts for seventeen years.

Seventeen years later, the war continued, and Xiao Hua's family remained oppressed by landlords. Her brother joined the revolutionaries and was seriously wounded in a battle, where he was rescued by He Cuigu, the guerrilla leader. He Cuigu was none other than the younger sister that her brother Zhao Yongsheng had been searching for for seventeen years.

I grew up under the red flag of the new China and never personally experienced war, but through the film, I deeply felt how countless people sacrificed their blood for the revolution. This is an epic poem where humanity illuminates the revolution; the warmth of humanity in turbulent times is hidden in every ordinary person.

The Zhao family parents, already impoverished, resolutely adopted the descendants of Red Army soldiers. Meanwhile, guerrillas in the rear, to rescue wounded soldiers, knelt and climbed high mountains. Their kinship was not merely blood ties, but a bond of mutual trust and support…

Qiaoqiao wrote while shedding tears, wondering how she could capture the epic brilliance of the film.

On the other side, Zhou Wenhui picked up his pen: This is a story of separation and reunion, of brothers and sisters, mothers and daughters, and fathers and daughters. Revolution has never been just empty talk; today's peace and tranquility were bought with the youth and blood of our heroic predecessors.

War is always cruel, yet our martyrs forged ahead bravely and never retreated. Only by advancing can we avoid being separated from our families; only by advancing can our descendants live in peace and prosperity! Putting aside their personal feelings, they blossomed with life amidst the smoke of battle, together composing a magnificent epic of heroism.

Today, we must remember the sacrifices and perseverance of our predecessors, carry on their revolutionary spirit, cherish our youth, forge ahead with determination, and let our nation bloom with the vibrant colors of prosperity...

The two wrote earnestly. Qiaoqiao represented the feelings of ordinary people, while Zhou Wenhui represented the feelings of soldiers who went to and from the battlefield. They had different starting points but the same idea: the military and the people are an inseparable group.

Zhou Wenhui writes about the country, while Qiaoqiao writes about the family.

The two stopped writing, smiled at each other, and exchanged their reflections.

"Qiaoqiao, you wrote very well. This sentence, this sentence about their kinship, is not just about blood ties, but about mutual trust and support. It captures the deep bond between the military and the people."

When we were fighting on the border, the local people would save their flour and eggs for us. They trusted us, they trusted that we would protect their homes. We deserved their trust; we vowed not to return until we defeated the enemy.

As Zhou Wenhui watched, he praised it.

"Wenhui, you wrote it so well! We must forge ahead and make our country bloom with the flowers of prosperity and strength. It combines the spirit of the country's reform and opening up, killing two birds with one stone!"

"Alright, alright, let's stop praising each other. It definitely won't be published tomorrow, but we'll publish your review the day after tomorrow."

"Will it work?"

"Okay, that's very simple and unpretentious."

"Wenhui, could you please not use my name? It feels a bit awkward."

"Okay, think of a pen name."

"Tianye, I'm a child who grew up in the fields, so can I be called Tianye?"

"Okay, let's call it Tianye (Field)."

After watching the movie and writing a review, the couple were incredibly excited, feeling like they had endless things to talk about. They didn't fall asleep until dawn.

The next day at breakfast, Zhou Wenhui placed his and Qiaoqiao's written reflections on the table and said, "Dad, take a look."

"What?" Zhou Zhonghai asked, puzzled.

"Last night's movie had a huge impact on us, and we're still quite emotional. So, we each wrote a review. Take a look."

After listening, Zhou Zhonghai couldn't help but glance at Luo Meiyun. "Are all my children this studious?" "Whatever, whatever. I don't like studying."

Zhou Zhonghai read it carefully and thought, "Hmm, not bad. Qiaoqiao's writing is down-to-earth, while Zhou Wenhui's writing is elegant."

Zhou Wenhui's article is full of righteousness and stirs my emotions; of course, it's because he writes well.

After Zhou Zhonghai finished reading, he slammed the two articles onto the dining table, and Qiaoqiao's heart jumped into her throat.

"Of course Qiaoqiao writes better. Wenhui, your writing is too profound; Dad can't understand it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Meiyun couldn't help but lower her head and laugh. Qiaoqiao asked in surprise, "Dad, did I really write that well?"

"Of course, Dad never lies."

He spoke with righteous indignation, glancing sideways at Wenhui, "Son, I didn't mean to belittle you. We should give Qiaoqiao more encouragement."

Zhou Wenhui felt no jealousy whatsoever; on the contrary, he was very happy: "Qiaoqiao, I told you you wrote well, right? I'll publish it for you tomorrow."

"good!"

Zhou Wenhui didn't care about his father's opinion at all, even though he was just flattering him.

Zhou Zhonghai stood up sullenly and said, "I'm not eating. I'll go to the cafeteria. Gu Quan, time to go to work."

Qiaoqiao happily sat down to eat, and casually asked Luo Meiyun, "Mom, what's wrong with Dad?"

"Never mind him, hurry up and eat so you can go to school."

(Commander Zhou: I feel like I'm superfluous.)