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After the commotion subsided, the villagers who had helped clean up the Yang family's courtyard, leaving only four elderly people in the house.

Qiaoqiao's father picked up a hoe and was about to go to the field when Grandma stopped him, saying, "Don't go, rest for a day."

Qiaoqiao's father didn't say a word, and went out with his hoe on his shoulder.

Qiaoqiao's mother said, "He's feeling bad, let him go. Doing some work will make him feel better."

As she spoke, she went into the kitchen. Even though she had cleaned it up thoroughly, she couldn't help but find something to do.

It's 50 kilometers from Dashui Village to the city center, and more than ten kilometers from the city center to the military headquarters. The road is full of potholes, and it's expected to take three hours.

Qiaoqiao had never been to the city, nor had she ever ridden in a jeep.

After swaying and rocking for only a dozen miles, Qiaoqiao's stomach churned violently. She tried to hold it in, thinking it wouldn't be good to throw up in the car on such a joyous day.

Yang Zheng noticed something was wrong and asked, "Qiaomei, are you carsick?"

Qiaoqiao waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, but dared not speak, for fear of vomiting.

"Driver, stop the car. My sister is carsick. Let her get out and throw up," Yang Zheng said to the soldier driving the car, not caring about anything else.

The car stopped, and Yang Zheng quickly got out to help his sister open the car door. Qiaoqiao couldn't hold it in any longer and ran to the roadside to vomit violently.

The cars behind them stopped, and Luo Meiyun came over with a water bottle: "Are you carsick? It's all my fault. I didn't think things through. I should have prepared some motion sickness medicine."

No one blamed her or urged her on. After Qiaoqiao finished vomiting, Luo Meiyun wiped her mouth and gave her water.

The young soldier driving the car handed Qiaoqiao a plastic bag: "Sister-in-law, if you can't hold it in, spit it into the bag."

Along the way, they stopped and started, and Qiaoqiao vomited several more times. By the time they arrived at the military family compound, it was already 7 p.m.

Qiaoqiao felt very guilty, but Luo Meiyun said nonchalantly, "It's okay. Motion sickness is worse than being sick. You'll get used to it after a few more rides."

Zhou Zhonghai's home is a separate cadre compound, consisting of a row of houses with a lot of empty, overgrown land in front of it.

Qiaoqiao's first thought was, "Such good land, what a waste, why not plant vegetables?"

Zhou Zhonghai's comrades and friends were waiting in the courtyard. When they saw the bride arrive, they quickly set off firecrackers.

Zhou Zhonghai drank too much and slept the whole way.

He staggered off the bus, waved, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. The cafeteria has prepared a feast; enjoy it..."

Before I could finish speaking, I felt like throwing up.

"Commander Zhou, it's a joyous occasion, we should drink."

"Drink! We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Qiaoqiao and Yang Zheng followed Luo Meiyun into the house. What a big house! The living room was even bigger than two rooms in Qiaoqiao's house.

Luo Meiyun led Qiaoqiao into the new room and said gently, "Let me get you some water."

Yang Zheng quickly said, "Auntie, there are guests outside, let me do it."

Luo Meiyun smiled and said, "They're all your uncle's guests, he'll entertain them. I'll just keep Qiaoqiao company. There's a banquet in the cafeteria, so you and Qiaoqiao don't need to go. We'll eat at home."

"Yes, Auntie."

Yang Zheng particularly likes Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun; they are reasonable and understanding, and his sister will definitely not be bullied by her mother-in-law.

But where is my future brother-in-law?

Luo Meiyun poured water for Qiaoqiao and Yang Zheng, then quietly went out.

Outside the study at the west end, Luo Meiyun gently knocked on the door: "Wenhui, open the door."

There was no sound from inside the house.

"Wenhui, Qiaoqiao is here. Open the door and go see her."

There was still no movement.

"Wenhui, your parents discussed the marriage with you, and you agreed. Now that the bride has arrived, you won't even see her. What kind of behavior is that?" Luo Meiyun was caught in a dilemma, not daring to say anything harsh.

After a long while, the door finally opened, and a handsome boy sitting in a wheelchair said calmly, "Is dinner ready? I'm hungry."

Luo Meiyun said happily, "It'll be ready soon. Chef Li from the cafeteria specially came to our house to make it. Wenhui, let's go see Qiaoqiao and her brother first."

Seeing that Wenhui did not refuse, Luo Meiyun quickly went to push the wheelchair.

After walking through the corridor and arriving at the new house, Qiaoqiao and Yang Zheng stood up at the same time.

He is Zhou Wenhui, a bit darker and more melancholic than in the photos, but still possessing the fortitude and sternness of a soldier.

He was wearing a white shirt and had a military blanket covering his feet.

Luo Meiyun quickly introduced, "Wenhui, this is Qiaoqiao."

Zhou Wenhui glanced at it lightly, and Luo Meiyun said again, "He is Qiaoqiao's brother, Yang Zheng."

Qiaoqiao stood there, unsure of what to do. Yang Zheng extended his right hand and said generously, "Zhou Wenhui, hello."

Zhou Wenhui didn't reach out, and said calmly, "Let's eat."

Ignoring everything else, he twisted his wheelchair with both hands and went straight to the dining room.

Luo Meiyun gave an embarrassed laugh: "Sorry, you'll get used to it."

Qiaoqiao kept her head down. Yang Zheng felt a pang of sadness. Zhou Wenhui was much harder to get along with than Zhou's parents. How was his sister going to live her life in the future?

"Come on, let's go eat. You've had a long day, and Qiaoqiao has been throwing up. She must be starving," Luo Meiyun said with a fawning smile.

Yang Zheng held Qiaoqiao's hand tightly, giving her courage.

Chef Li from the cafeteria prepared a table full of dishes and went back to the cafeteria.

Zhou Zhonghai went to the canteen to eat with his comrades, leaving only four people at home.

"Sit down, Qiaoqiao, Yang Zheng. There are no outsiders here. Please eat as you please."

Luo Meiyun is the glue that holds everything together. Without her, the three of them could have carved out a three-bedroom apartment from the kitchen.

Zhou Wenhui didn't stand on ceremony and started eating right away.

Luo Meiyun kept putting food on Yang Zheng and Qiaoqiao's plates, but they couldn't eat any of it.

"Yang Zheng, your uncle will send a car to take you to the machinery factory tomorrow. The factory will provide you with a quilt and toiletries. If you need anything, just tell your uncle."

Luo Meiyun changed the subject, and Yang Zheng forced a smile: "Thank you, Auntie."

He didn't want to leave and wanted to stay with his sister for a few more days, but even if he stayed, it seemed like he couldn't help her and would only make her feel more awkward.

"I'm off work, so I'm taking bus number 51 directly to the military dependents' residential area to visit Qiaoqiao."

"it is good."

Before they could exchange more than two words, Zhou Wenhui put down his chopsticks and said, "Please enjoy your meal."

Luo Meiyun was taken aback for a moment, and Qiaoqiao quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up, saying, "Let me take you back to your room."

Zhou Wenhui did not refuse, and Qiaoqiao pushed him out.

Luo Meiyun was overjoyed. She hadn't misread it; Qiaoqiao was such a sensible child.

Yang Zheng silently ate his rice, forcing back tears to fall.

The Zhou family owned a row of houses, and Qiaoqiao didn't know how to get there, so she asked softly, "Where is your room?"

"The third room in the corridor."

After passing through the living room and entering the hallway, we arrived at the third room.

Pushing Zhou Wenhui into the house, the room was full of books.

"How come you have so many books?" Qiaoqiao asked in surprise.

"What else can I do besides reading?" Zhou Wenhui said coldly.

Qiaoqiao looked away and asked, "Do you need to use the restroom?"

"Need not."

"Do you want to lie in bed?"

"Need not."

"Do you have any books on mechanics? My brother likes to read them," Qiaoqiao continued to ask.

Zhou Wenhui paused for a moment, then pointed to the top of the bookshelf and said, "Those are the mechanical books. You can take them if you like."

"No need, just take one or two books."

Qiaoqiao didn't stand on ceremony. She took a stool, opened the bookshelf, looked through it carefully, and found a book called "Fundamentals of Mechanical Design" and "Principles of Metal Cutting and Tool Design".

I'm not sure if it's the right major, but I'll take two books first.

After closing the bookcase and putting the stool away, Qiaoqiao said, "My brother will return it to you."

Zhou Wenhui didn't say anything. "Then I'll go out first."

Zhou Wenhui didn't say anything. Qiaoqiao took the book and went out, gently closing the door behind her.