Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Marriage Certificate
Lu Zewei rushed into the house and subconsciously looked up the stairs, and indeed saw someone.
Commander Lu stood on the stairs with a dignified look on his face and threw his military jacket on him, "You bastard! Do you still look like a soldier at all?"
Lu Zewei, whose figure was covered: "........"
Hu Fenglian appeared hurriedly from the east side of the second floor. "Can't you just talk properly? You're obviously worried that the child will be cold, so you have to..."
"Shut up! I put him in solitary confinement, but you unlocked the lock and let him out without asking for permission from your superiors. I haven't settled the score with you yet!"
Commander Lu was furious and glanced at the new house on the east side. "Such a big thing, you actually took advantage of my going to the troops to act freely. You are simply unorganized and undisciplined!"
"You are the front commander, and I am the rear commander. This matter is under the jurisdiction of the rear, and I don't need to report to you."
Hu Fenglian never expected that he would come back early.
Although the newlyweds have been living in the same room, they haven't received their marriage certificate yet.
He came back at this critical moment, and he was still so angry. Hu Fenglian was afraid that he would block the key procedures. She looked at her son and said, "Your father is right. Look at what you are like. Why don't you take a shower, have a good meal, and take Liangxin to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate."
"Asshole!" Chief Lu's eyebrows stood up in anger. "We haven't even received the marriage certificate yet, and you've already brought her home!"
"If I don't bring him home, will this kid admit it?" Hu Fenglian rolled her eyes. "Do you think you're the only one who disagrees?"
"you!"
Chief Lu was heartbroken, "Old Hu, you were a very revolutionary comrade back then, how come you are becoming more and more feudal as you get older, even forcing your children to marry regardless of their wishes!"
Lu Chongfeng got up early and did exercises. He couldn't wait to go home. He went up the stairs three steps at a time, walked around his quarreling parents and went to his room.
The pillows and quilt on the double bed in the new house have been neatly folded.
The person is gone.
The first implementation of the "hat-removing" operation plan completely failed.
Lu Chongfeng pursed his lips, opened the drawer of the wardrobe, took out some clothes to change into, and washed off the sweat that had turned from scalding hot to cold.
Just as he pushed open the bathroom door, a soft body fell into his arms, and the rich aroma of vanishing cream hit his nose. He subconsciously reached out to hold the back of her neck to steady her shaking body.
Liang Xin covered her forehead, frowning in pain, and looked up to see what she had bumped into.
The wet white vest clung to his muscular body and came into view. Without the obstruction of darkness, the man's strength was fully revealed. The sweat mixed with the scent of soap made her feel dazed.
Is this a sickly person?
Just as she thought this, Liang Xin's chin was clamped and lifted up.
The exquisitely carved features approached her, causing her breath to hitch.
Only then did I notice that he had a small mole under his right eye.
Only if you get very close can you find this little mole.
The longer I stared, the more dazed I felt.
Liang Xin’s last consciousness was a hot current appearing in her nose.
"Liang Xin!"
When Liang Xin woke up, she was leaning on the folded pillows and quilts on the double bed in the bridal room.
Before my vision had recovered enough clarity, a figure appeared and asked nervously, "Are you awake?"
"Liang Xin, you're awake!"
Hu Fenglian rushed over, looking surprised, "Good you woke up, good things are fine, don't worry, I have scolded your father, your father is feeling guilty now, he has been pacing outside your door, and he is very anxious."
Liang Xin: “?”
Recall slowly.
Reminds me of a small mole.
Subconsciously reached out to touch my nose.
"I'm sorry." Lu Zewei's eyes were filled with obvious guilt. "I didn't know you were in there, and I walked too fast. Not only did I make your nose bleed, I also knocked you unconscious."
Liang Xin: “….”
"Don't blame Chong Feng, blame your dad." Hu Fenglian glanced outside the door and shouted, "It was him who suddenly came back to scare you and made you faint. Don't worry, Liang Xin, I will recognize you as my daughter-in-law. As soon as you get better, I will go and get the marriage certificate. I don't want anyone to stop me!"
Seeing that she didn't say anything, the mother and son moved closer, looking nervous.
Hu Fenglian: "Just now Doctor Ma said that you'll be fine once you wake up, why aren't you talking? Liang Xin, are you okay?"
Chief Lu appeared at the door. Although his face was dignified, there was tension in his eyes.
Even though he was nervous, he didn't step into the new house, but just stood outside the door and observed from a distance.
Lu Zewei made his decision and said, "Let's go to the hospital."
Realizing that he was about to come over and hug her horizontally, Liang Xin reached out and pushed his cold body, "......I'm fine, go take a shower and change clothes, don't catch a cold."
She will have to take care of it then.
"Look at the daughter-in-law that mom picked for you. She's thinking about your health right after she woke up!" Hu Fenglian smiled with heartache and held Liang Xin's hand. "Don't be afraid, kid. I asked Xiaoshi to make some sugar-water poached eggs. Eat a few more later. After you're done, ask your dad's driver to take you directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau. He won't object."
Liang Xin nodded, "Thank you, Mom."
As we drove out of the military compound in the mottled green military vehicle, I couldn't help but think of the first time I stepped through this door, saw this car, and said to my second sister-in-law, "It has nothing to do with me in this life anyway."
When they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the two handed in a letter signed by the organization leader and successfully obtained their marriage certificate.
Looking at the marriage certificate that looked like a certificate of honor, Liang Xin felt a sense of destiny.
When I came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the ground was covered with snow.
I don’t know if I didn’t pay attention when I came, or if it was because the snowflakes were too big, but in half an hour the gray earth was covered in silver.
Liang Xin walked down the stairs, the soles of her cotton shoes making a crunching sound as they stepped on the snow. She stretched out her hand, and a few hexagonal snowflakes fell on her palm, but the residual warmth in her palm quickly melted the snowflakes.
1976 officially entered the cold winter.
The north wind tore through the gloomy haze and miasma in the sky, and snowflakes fluttered everywhere.
After the New Year, when the ice and snow melt in spring, the people who have been suffering will finally get the long-awaited warmth.
It won't be this cold again in the next few decades.
Lu Zewei was still looking at the marriage certificate he had just received:
Five-pointed star red flag certificate.
The row below is the Chairman’s quotations: Complete anarchism in human reproduction is not acceptable; there must be family planning.
Name: Lu Zewei Gender: Male Age: 27
Name: Liang Xin Gender: Female Age: 22
Marry voluntarily.
Lu Zewei didn't read the official words at the bottom, but stared at the words "voluntary marriage".
After a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at Liang Xin.
The pure white snowflakes fell from Liang Xin's hair to her shoulders.
This reminded Lu Zewei of wedding photos from the Republic of China.
But no bride in any photo can compare to Liang Xin at this moment.
Her snowflake veil was light and natural, and beneath it her fair skin and delicate figure were revealed. There was a compassionate smile hidden in her eyes, and she exuded a holy aura.
Lu Zewei's eyes paused.
The return trip was quiet.
Guard Xiao Wei glanced at the newcomer from the rearview mirror of the car in front.
The bride looked out the window on the right with a calm expression, while the groom's face had lost the color he had when he left the house in the morning and was now slightly pale.
"Chongfeng, are you feeling unwell again?"
Liang Xin heard the voice and turned to look at him.
He was wearing his winter uniform and a thin military cap.
Before coming out, Liang Xin advised him to put on a military cotton coat and a fleece cotton hat, but he refused.
Lu Zewei: “It’s okay.”
Liang Xin turned her face away again.
Suddenly I thought of the one thousand yuan given by my mother-in-law and the sixty yuan salary every month.
Liang Xin slowly took off the red woolen lapel coat that she wore for the first time today, moved closer to Lu Zewei, and was about to cover him when her hand was clamped.
Lu Chongfeng looked at the man who had taken off his outer shirt, only wearing a sweater made of three or five colors of black, blue, gray, and red, with threads running around the collar and cuffs, and a patch of blue cloth. He frowned and said, "Brother Wei, go to the city and get 100 yuan."
The guard smiled calmly, turned the steering wheel, and the car changed lanes.
"Put it on."
Lu Chongfeng said in a harsh tone, letting go of her hand. Seeing that Liang Xin didn't move, he asked, "Don't you feel that my hand is much hotter than yours?"
His warmth still lingered on her wrist. Liang Xin put her clothes back on. As she lowered her head to button her clothes, she asked, "Are you angry?"
Lu Chongfeng turned his head in surprise, "Why?"
Liang Xin: “….”
"Can't you hear that my last tone is raised?"
"Who are you asking?" Lu Zewei looked at the guard in the driver's seat, "Him?"
Liang Xin closed her mouth, breathed in and out through her nose, and looked out the window.
"One hundred is up."
First Department Store.
A three-story building constructed according to Soviet blueprints.
Standing in the center of Jiangjing.
Lu Zewei went straight to the second floor where woolen cloth, silks, floral and plain fabrics, needle and cotton fabrics, clothing, shoes and hats were sold.
Liang Xin followed his steps and stopped in front of the glass counter of needlework and cotton fabrics.
Liang Xin looked at him in confusion.
Lu Zewei: "Choose, take whatever you like."
The wooden shelves behind the glass counter are filled with bundles of wool yarn in red, yellow, green, camel, khaki, cotton, blended wool, cashmere, thick, thin, double-ply, and six-ply varieties.
I just walked out of the snow, and at first glance, it felt soft and warm.
It was winter, and even though wool required tickets and was rationed, the salespeople were still overwhelmed by the customers in front of the counter.
The salesperson, who was keeping an eye on all directions, caught a glimpse of the green military uniform and walked over quickly with a smile on his face. "We just got some red cashmere yarn today. What are you going to knit?"
"Sweater." Lu Zewei answered for Liang Xin, "Hat, scarf, gloves, anything else?"
"Do you have a ticket?"
"If not, just keep me here."
"Then I choose."
Liang Xin pointed at the black yarn in the glass counter, then raised her head and pointed at the light grey cashmere yarn in the wooden counter, "Weigh two kilograms for each of these two colors."
Lu Zewei's expression did not change at all. "The red one also weighs two kilograms."
"Weigh it and you wear it."
"...Red doesn't need to be weighed."
Lu Zewei looked at Liang Xin, "Don't you always like to wear a red scarf? Why don't you want it anymore?"
Liang Xin: "I don't like it, but there is only one. If I don't wear it, I will be cold."
Lu Zewei frowned slightly, looking at the colorful yarn, "What color do you like?"
"Black and gray."
I thought that one of the black and gray might be chosen for him. Lu Zewei: "........"
"Don't lesbians like bright colors?"
Liang Xin raised her eyes to look at him, "You understand quite well."
"I don't understand!"
After buying the wool, even after entering the house, Lu Zewei followed Liang Xin and explained: "I don't understand, I really don't understand."
"What do you not understand?" Hu Fenglian, wearing a beige two-piece shirt, had a beaming face. "Did you go buy some wool? I was wondering why you came back so late. I thought you were queuing up at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Chongfeng, are you in good spirits today?"
"Mom, when did I become mentally ill?"
"You're in better spirits someday."
"............"
Lu Zewei glanced at Liang Xin and said, "Sit on the sofa and have a rest. You fainted this morning and had a nosebleed. I'll make you some brown sugar water."
When Liang Xin heard about the nosebleed, her face looked unnatural for a moment.
"Yes, Liangxin needs to sit down and rest." Hu Fenglian took her official daughter-in-law's hand, pulled her to sit on the sofa, and asked in a low voice: "Did everything go smoothly on the way?"
Liang Xin knew what she was asking and nodded.
"That's good, that's good." Hu Fenglian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her son who was making brown sugar water. "I have to say, it's really useful to have a wife."
Lu Zewei handed the enamel teacup to Liang Xin, turned around to pour a glass of water, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Liang Xin sat on the soft sofa, sipping brown sugar water.
Hu Fenglian, who was observing the two of them, smiled even more. "Liang Xin, don't just drink the brown sugar water. We'll have dinner soon. Save some space for the meat. You two are getting married, and the wedding should be organized by the organization. Chong Feng was suspended from his post and left the division headquarters to attend the military academy last year. Now he's been suspended from school again. He can't be involved in either. He can only bow to the chairman and have a simple meal at home."
The string of class struggle outside was still very tense, and the military compound was in a state of turmoil and chaos.
No one dared to hold a lavish wedding under the revolutionary line based on class struggle.
Even if the commune held a collective wedding, it was a little lively and nothing more than bowing three times to the Chairman's photo, giving each other a copy of Mao's Selected Works, buying a pair of thermos and bedding, and having a meal of cabbage and tofu, and that was considered a marriage.
The cook Xiao Shi prepared braised mutton and radish with chili peppers, salted duck bought from the grocery store, a plate of frosted greens with four braised lion heads in the middle, and a bowl of pig's trotter stewed with soybeans.
When Chief Lu came back from get off work, he saw a table full of dishes, obviously a meal, but he didn't say anything.
After the family gathered at the dining table, Hu Fenglian explained to Liang Xin:
"Liang Xin, we originally had three children. The eldest, Chongfeng, died. We still have three children now because after the eldest died, we adopted the children of our comrades. The two families have the same surname. He is called Lu Heping. Chongfeng also has a younger sister named Yueji, who dances in the art troupe. Yueji was supposed to go to the countryside, but Heping signed up without telling us. She went to the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps. She has no vacation and can't make it back. Please don't mind."
"Won't."
Nowadays, many couples get married without any relatives around them. Even when their children are old enough to help with cooking, it is still difficult for them to see their parents.
During the meal, apart from the sound of Hu Fenglian constantly picking up food for Liang Xin, the only sound on the table was slight chewing.
Suddenly, Hu Fenglian said "Hey", put the salted duck on the chopsticks into Liangxin's bowl, and looked at Chief Lu, "You don't know what time you can come back at night, and Chongfeng is in good condition today. Let me tell you, Hongyan from Captain Wei's family came home with Yuanyang a few days ago."
Chief Lu: "I wasn't home, why didn't you let them stay at home for a few more days?"
"Guess what they're here for?" Hu Fenglian's expression was indescribable. "They're here to propose marriage!"
Chief Lu was surprised and was about to speak when his daughter-in-law opposite him suddenly choked and her face turned red and she started coughing non-stop.
Lu Zewei picked up the brown sugar water that Liang Xin hadn't finished drinking and handed it to her, patting her on the back. "You act like you know her. Eat slowly."
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