In the photo, Su Wantang stands inside the Cultural Relics Bureau, with a wall displaying donated artifacts behind her. She wears a faint smile, her eyes bright as stars. Sunlight shines on her, making her glow.
Far from getting tanned, she actually looked even fairer. Far from being gaunt and thin, she had a rosy complexion and radiant spirit.
Next to the photo was a large, eye-catching headline: "Women are just as capable as men, a model of wisdom and courage! Praise to Comrade Su Wantang, the most beautiful military spouse!"
Zhang Xuehui's gaze was fixed on the words "Most Beautiful Military Wife" and "Su Wantang," as if she wanted to burn two holes in the newspaper.
Her gaze trembled as she lowered her head, reading the report word by word.
"...descendants of red capitalists, progressive in thought and firm in their stance..."
"...deeply understanding the greater good, he donated his priceless family collection entirely to the nation..."
"...On the train accompanying the military, he remained calm and fearless in the face of danger, outsmarting a human trafficking gang..."
Every word was like a resounding slap across Zhang Xuehui's face.
She lives a life of hardship here, eating meager meals and toiling away until she's become this wretched state, barely surviving by imagining the tragic fate of her enemies.
Meanwhile, her enemy rose to prominence overnight, gaining both fame and fortune, and became a respected hero and role model!
Is there anything more absurd or ironic than this?
"puff--"
A tremendous force surged from her chest to her head. Zhang Xuehui could no longer suppress the metallic taste in her throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the newspaper with Su Wantang's smiling face, staining the words "Most Beautiful Military Wife" red.
The newspaper slipped from her limp hands and drifted to the dusty ground.
A gasp rippled through the dormitory.
"Zhang Xuehui!"
"What’s wrong with you!"
But Zhang Xuehui couldn't hear anything anymore. Her world was filled only with a buzzing sound, and her vision blurred. A wave of immense resentment, bitterness, and despair overwhelmed her.
Her vision went black, and she fainted completely.
...
On the island.
The sea breeze dispelled the oppressive feeling, and Su Wantang returned to her own courtyard, her mood gradually calming down.
She had taken good care of the vegetables in the yard; cucumber vines had climbed up the bamboo trellis, and tomatoes had borne unripe fruit. She carried a full jug of water from the house; the water reflected the sunlight, and upon closer inspection, the water seemed clearer than ordinary well water.
This is her treasured possession that she never leaves behind, a spring of spiritual water that can nourish all things.
She carefully watered the roots of the vegetables with the spring water, and the leaves of those vegetables became more and more lush and green at a speed visible to the naked eye, full of vitality.
This vegetable patch grows faster than ordinary vegetable patches.
If things continue like this, we can eat fresh vegetables, and it will also provide cover for the vegetables in the space.
After doing all this, she stood in the courtyard, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the road leading to the gate of the compound.
Lu Linchuan, when are you coming back?
She already misses him a little.
The thought had only been lingering in my mind for two days when good news flew into the family compound as if it had grown wings.
"Wantang! Wantang!" Sun Xiulian's excited voice rang out before she even arrived, "Great news!"
Su Wantang put down her work and went out to greet her: "Sister Sun, what's making you so happy?"
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