A charming military wife travels back to the 1960s, escaping famine across five provinces before finally reaching the cavalry regiment at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, where she begins her life...
What are you doing here? Which organization do you belong to?
Zhuang Mingcheng stood by the city wall, holding his fiancée in his arms.
He looked back and saw several people wearing red armbands walking in his direction.
Startled, he grabbed Lu Fangfang and turned to run.
"Beep, beep."
"Don't run! Stop right there!"
Lu Fangfang was dazed, her face still slightly flushed.
She glanced back in surprise and saw a person wearing a red armband blowing a whistle loudly.
She was startled and quickly ran away with her fiancé.
One of them was a soldier, and the other was a military family member who often climbed snow-capped mountains; they were incredibly fast runners.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had descended the ancient city wall and run into the city.
They ran along the street for a while until they boarded the tram, at which point they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's all your fault, you almost got caught by them."
Lu Fangfang wiped away her sweat, and felt like laughing.
These days, even finding a partner has to be done secretly; it's exhausting.
Zhuang Mingcheng scratched his head, looking quite embarrassed.
His fiancée was just too beautiful. He had maintained his composure for 25 years, but he almost got into trouble because he couldn't control himself.
"Let's get our marriage certificate tomorrow when we get back. I don't want to live in fear anymore."
Thinking about what had happened in the past two days, Lu Fangfang didn't want to delay any longer.
With a marriage certificate, the two of them can share a room when they travel together in the future, saving half the room rate.
She's a practical person.
real!
"Okay! Done!"
Zhuang Mingcheng quickly agreed.
He looked around, then secretly took his fiancée's hand, a happy smile spreading across his face.
...
It was getting late when we got back to the military guesthouse.
Zhuang Mingcheng took the camera and went to the military compound, intending to return the borrowed camera.
He's going back tomorrow, so he'll just call the troupe.
Lu Fangfang was alone at the guesthouse, tidying up the things she had bought yesterday.
She took a burlap sack and put salted fish, cloth, cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, and tea into it.
The next day.
The two checked out of the military guesthouse early in the morning.
After eating a bowl of beef noodles, the two of them took the film they had shot the day before and went to the state-run photo studio.
After paying and leaving your address, the photo studio will send the photos to the group once they are developed.
Since they were both state-owned, the two felt at ease.
Carrying their things, on their way to the train station, they happened to pass by the department store from the day before yesterday, and went in to buy some more.
With the time fast approaching, Lu Fangfang and Zhuang Mingcheng finally headed to the train station.
In those days, trains weren't crowded and didn't travel very fast.
We set off from the provincial capital and didn't arrive in the county town until three or four in the afternoon.
As soon as she got off the train, Lu Fangfang felt like she was home.
"I'm finally back."
"Fangfang, hurry, let's go quickly."
Zhuang Mingcheng, carrying a sack on his back, pulled Lu Fangfang along as they walked out.
"Hey? What's the rush?"
"There's no rush. If we go too late, everyone will be closed."
Lu Fangfang was taken aback, then realized something.
She shook her head with a smile and quickly followed the man.
The county's train station was very rudimentary; it was just a large shed.
The two left the shed and walked for a while before seeing a military jeep parked by the roadside in the distance.
"Mingcheng."
Wang Haibing stood in front of the car and waved to the two of them.
Zhuang Mingcheng pulled Lu Fangfang along and quickly went over.
"Old Wang, did you bring the things?"
As Zhuang Mingcheng loaded sacks into the car, he asked anxiously.
"I brought everything, so don't worry. The regimental commander heard that you and Fangfang were coming back today, so he even sent his favorite jeep."
Wang Haibing took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Zhuang Mingcheng.
Without this document, the county government won't process your registration.
Zhuang Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled his fiancée into the car and then quickly told the driver to head towards the county.
Lu Fangfang sat in the back row, feeling a little embarrassed.
She had seen that piece of paper; it was the troupe's application to approve their marriage.
This man, I don't even know when he said that, still has to have someone deliver it.
Lu Fangfang sat in the back row, clutching the hem of her clothes.
To be honest, she suddenly felt nervous.
The train station wasn't far from the county's marriage office, and the group arrived in a short time by jeep.
Zhuang Mingcheng tidied himself up, then walked to the jeep and opened the door for his fiancée.
When his fiancée came down, he solemnly asked, "Comrade Lu Fangfang, are you willing to be my lover for life?"
Lu Fangfang: "..."
She took a deep breath and nodded firmly.
She had decided on this man for the rest of her life.
The two exchanged a glance, then strode into the county's marriage office.
They arrived just in time; the office staff were almost about to leave.
After taking the two individuals' documents, the staff at the office carefully examined them and then began writing them down.
After a while, she handed the two of them a large award certificate.
Zhuang Mingcheng: "..."
Lu Fangfang: "..."
"Comrade, is that all?"
"Alright, from now on you are a legally married couple, comrade, congratulations. When you have time, you can go and register your household registration."
Lu Fangfang and Zhuang Mingcheng looked at each other in bewilderment.
The two never expected that getting married would be so simple; all it would take was to receive a "big award certificate."
If they had known, they would have done it a long time ago, instead of waiting until now.
Zhuang Mingcheng and Lu Fangfang's "Grand Award Certificates"