Song Yan never thought she would experience a day of transmigrating into a book. Well, if she transmigrated, she transmigrated! The 1970s weren't that scary.
However, she didn't expec...
Song Yan thought about it for several days, considering several options, and finally decided that Ji Chunyang sounded best. He hoped that Xiao Chun's future life would be as warm and bright as the spring sunshine.
Xiaochun liked it very much, and from then on she was Ji Chunyang.
Nowadays, the union of men and women is seen as the formation of revolutionary comrades. There are no complicated ceremonies.
Cheng Wenkai's father has passed away, and his mother lives with his older brother. She is old and has difficulty traveling by car.
Li Yuanzhao's parents both have jobs.
The two planned to visit their families after getting married.
Cheng Wenkai and Li Yuanzhao wore small red flowers on their chests and went to Cheng Wenkai's workplace to distribute wedding candies. Then the two of them distributed wedding candies in the brigade. That was roughly how it went.
Everyone was quite envious, as Li Yuanzhao's wedding bedding was all brand new.
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Whether you went to offer congratulations or just to join in the fun, the morning's work was finished, and everyone worked diligently in the afternoon.
Song Yan made another sample and was about to show it to everyone when he was stunned as he pushed open the door and walked out.
Wei Aiguo stood at the main entrance.
Aunt Wei rushed out of the house, "Second son, my second son is back!"
Song Yan wanted to run over and hug him too, but people were generally more reserved these days. The weaving team could see them. It wouldn't be appropriate to hug and cuddle in front of others.
Song Yan walked over in a cheerful mood.
Aunt Wei was faster than Song Yan.
"Son, you've lost weight! Come inside quickly." There's a kind of weight loss that only comes from your mother's notice.
“Okay, let’s go inside,” Wei Aiguo said, but he didn’t move.
Song Yan keenly sensed something was amiss. Wei Aiguo had been standing at the main entrance since they entered, waiting for them to pass. He hadn't taken a single step forward, and surprisingly, Wei Aiguo's military uniform lacked shoulder insignia.
Song Yan didn't speak, but watched as Wei Aiguo gently touched the spot on his epaulettes.
Wei Aiguo paused for a moment, then nodded.