Xiang Lifeng also died in a violent incident. When the two were transferred back to the capital, Fu Haitang was happy and regretful.
She was happy that they were back, but sadly, she still hadn't achieved the same level of success as her brother did when she first went there.
"Haitang, it's already over." Qin Yuman comforted her, "It's too dangerous to wait. If you let your brother go now, he can't guarantee that he can escape unscathed again."
Just like the miraculous battle back then, some things require extreme reactions and extreme luck, even for the people involved. Only when you think about it carefully do you realize how terrifying it is.
"That's right." Fu Haitang felt relieved and bent down to tease her delicate little niece who looked like a doll.
Because they had military backgrounds and certain connections, the last two went to the 14th Army and the other went to the 17th Army.
Fu Haitang became the company commander of the female soldiers' company. Xiang Lifeng was older and had military and Xinjiang garrison experience, so he was promoted to regimental commander.
The marriage application of the two was quickly approved.
Upon learning that she was going to get married, Wei Qing brought her family to the capital. Seeing the heroic Fu Haitang with her short hair, she almost didn't dare to recognize her.
"What? You don't recognize me after not seeing me for three years?" Fu Haitang joked.
Hearing the familiar voice, Wei Qing's eyes turned red and she hugged her tightly.
"Zhuzhu, come to Auntie quickly." She waved to her daughter.
Wei Qing and Zheng Jiqing's two-year-old daughter, whose full name is Zheng Hao and nickname is Zhuzhu, is pretty and delicate, old enough to learn to speak. When she heard her mother speak, she whispered "Auntie."
Fu Haitang was both touched and puzzled, "Zhuzhu?"
Wei Qing smiled and said, "When my dad gets married, the baby will be the apple of our family's eye." The baby was obviously Zheng Liujiang.
Qin Yuman couldn't help but want to laugh. She didn't know how the other party won the good job of naming her granddaughter after such a debate with so many scholars.
"Our Yinyin's name was given by her brother. He said she was crying." Fu Haitang also laughed.
Just at this moment, Fu Jingchen came over with his little daughter in his arms. The two little girls looked at each other, curious about each other.
The house was big, so Wei Qing and her family decided to move in.
Fu Siyi was almost seven years old and couldn't be a flower boy, but that didn't stop him from being interested in his aunt's wedding. When the couple toasted, Xiang Lifeng even clinked his glass with him while holding the water.
Xiaoyi was quite proud of this. After all, he felt that he played an indispensable role in the relationship between his aunt and uncle.
The wedding was over, cleaned up, and the guests left.
Fu Haitang and Xiang Lifeng stood on the balcony to relax. It was April and the crabapple trees that had just been transplanted in the yard were in full bloom.
Looking at the tree, Fu Haitang smiled with a faint dimple, "Why do you suddenly want to transplant this?"
Xiang Lifeng hugged her from behind and said, "I finally got your wife, so of course I want to make you happy."
Fu Haitang raised an eyebrow and said deliberately: "I just got married, and you think I've been pursuing you for too long?"
"How could that be?" Xiang Lifeng hugged her from behind and said seriously, "It's only been four years. Even if we get married, I will pursue you for the rest of my life, just like I did before."
From the moment she stepped on his foot with her beautiful eyes blazing with anger, someone had taken up residence in his heart.
Three years of secret love, four years of knowing each other and loving each other, his love for her reached a depth that even he himself could not fathom.
Fu Haitang was a little touched and turned around to hug his neck.
The two of them fell onto the bed, hugging each other. The curtains were open, and the shadow of the crabapple tree swayed in the wind. Tonight was full of moonlight, and it seemed no different from the night of Mid-Autumn Festival when he had left the crowd.
Their love will surely be like this crabapple tree, with flowers and leaves, sharing the spring breeze year after year.
——Fu Haitang Extra·End——
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The flower language of crabapple is pure love.
The next one I’ll write about is Xiaoyi.
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