When Sun Miao came to the living room wearing her clothes, Zhou Yuan had already changed into a suit.

Although he is about 1.73 meters tall, he is not fat and looks quite straight in a suit.

Song Fuyu suddenly thought of Yan Ziyuan.

He was 1.89 meters tall, the type that looked thin when dressed but had muscular body when undressed. When he wore short-sleeved shirts, she could occasionally see through the fabric and see his muscles hidden under his clothes, which was very manly.

No, I have to get him a suit when I get back. He will look so handsome in it.

She drove Yan Ziyuan out of her mind and turned her attention back to the newlyweds.

"Miao Miao, I made another tie and a bow tie, which one do you want to match?"

"How about trying both?"

"OK."

"Comrade Zhou, can you tie a tie?"

"Uh... no."

"Then I'll help you fix it first. Just put it around your neck and adjust it."

They are an engaged couple, and in this day and age, it is really inconvenient to go over and help someone else's partner tie their tie.

"The tie is the same color as the dress you are wearing. In order to use it in daily life, I used a collage of light and dark colors."

"Okay, stand together and take a look. Are you satisfied?"

She herself is very satisfied.

Whether it is a skirt or a suit, they try to fit the characteristics of this era, and then add some ideas from later generations. It is not abrupt, but eye-catching, and it is very suitable to wear on the wedding day.

She asked them to look at the overall effect, and the two of them started staring at each other again as if no one was around.

Sure enough, the saying that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder is still somewhat accurate.

When they had seen enough, Song Fuyu changed Zhou Yuan's bow tie, took out a handkerchief of the same color as Sun Miao's skirt, and folded it in his upper left pocket.

"This is Comrade Zhou's suit, two ways to match it with the bride's dress, see which one you like better."

"Fuyu, what should I do? I like both very much."

"This... How about you choose one, Madam Sun?"

Yan Xiuli knew that her daughter had a conflicted personality, so she finally chose to wear a bow tie.

There was no need for alterations on the three sets of clothes, so Song Fuyu rejected Sun Miao's invitation to stay for dinner, took the balance of 500 yuan, and left the textile factory's staff quarters.

Just wait until the morning of their wedding day and come over to do Sun Miao’s makeup.

As happy as Song Fuyu was on his way back to the village, Yan Ziyuan in Lu City was as sad as he was at this moment.

"Captain Li, I've submitted my marriage application for a month and a half, why hasn't it been approved yet?"

He went to ask Zhao Tuan, who said it had been submitted a long time ago.

After waiting for so long without any reply, there must be a problem with Commander Li.

So he took advantage of Li Yunhua being in the office and immediately came over to inquire about the situation.

He had already told Xiaoyu that he would submit a marriage report as soon as he returned to the army. However, more than three months have passed and he still hasn't mentioned anything about the marriage report to Xiaoyu. He didn't know if she would think too much about it.

"You kid, do you know what your girlfriend's family situation is like? You are giving your competitors an opportunity to find fault with you for no reason."

He was originally happy when he heard that the boy had found a partner and even filed a marriage report.

When he heard the results of the political review, he almost died of anger.

If Yan Ziyuan was not too young, he could have been promoted to a higher position long ago with his accumulated achievements.

There is an opportunity for promotion at the end of the year. If someone with ulterior motives knew about her boyfriend's family situation, they would inevitably make a fuss about it.

If you want to move up next time, you may have to wait another two or three years.

He couldn't bear to see his most admired subordinate ruin his future because of such an avoidable thing.

"I can't approve your marriage report!"

"It's just that her father is in jail, not that she has committed a crime. She has already severed ties with that place and moved her household registration out, so what impact can it have?"

"Besides, there is no rule that says you can't marry a soldier if your relative is in prison."

Yan Ziyuan thought that he might investigate repeatedly, but he didn't expect that Commander Li would stop it directly.

"If you must marry this girl, wait until the end of the year after the election and promotion and then come to me, otherwise, forget it."

"Go out, I have something to do."

This was the first time that Li Yunhua spoke to Yan Ziyuan so seriously. In the past, even if he made mistakes, he would only educate him and never speak harshly to him.

This time he was obviously serious.

However, Yan Ziyuan has never been someone who can compromise easily, except when he is with Song Fuyu.

After he came out of the commander's office with an expressionless face, he went straight to Zhao Ju's office.

"I'm going to take an hour off."

"What are you doing out there?"

The person who knows Yan Ziyuan best in the army is none other than Zhao Ju.

Although his face was expressionless at the moment, based on his understanding of this kid, he must be angry.

"Did you get angry at Master Li?"

"No."

"Hurry up and write me a note. I want to get out."

"You have to tell me why you're going out."

"I'll go to the post office and make a phone call!"

"Oh, you said you're not angry."

"There's a phone in Commander Li's office. Why don't you go there and call him? Why go to a far place instead of one close by?"

Although Zhao Ju teased him, he still quickly wrote him a note for leave.

If he is not allowed to go out, he will definitely force him to train with him until he agrees.

For the sake of my old bones, it is better to drive this evil spirit away.

Yan Ziyuan took the leave application and drove the army vehicle directly to the town's post office.

He explained his purpose to the staff at the post office. The staff looked at his military uniform, subconsciously avoided the phone and walked away.

Yan Ziyuan picked up the receiver, turned the numbers on the dial a few times, and waited for the operator to transfer the call to him.

After waiting for a long time, a sound finally came from the other side.

"Hello?"

"Grandpa, it's me."

"Ziyuan? Why did you call back suddenly?"

"Grandpa, I applied for marriage registration, but was stopped by the commander. Please talk to him for me."

"What? You filed a marriage report? With whom?"

When Yan Shun heard that his grandson, who had been repeatedly urged by his daughter-in-law to get married but received no response, suddenly said that he had filed a marriage report, Yan Shun could not help but ask excitedly.

"Who? Xiao Yuan is getting married?"

When Yan Ziyuan's grandmother heard the old man's words, she hurriedly put down what she was holding and moved closer to the receiver.

"Xiao Yuan, I'm your grandmother. Are you getting married? Who are you getting married to? Where is the girl from?"

Yan Ziyuan briefly introduced Song Fuyu's situation on the other end of the phone. Although he wanted to conceal it before, he now had to tell his grandparents about Song Hao's imprisonment on the phone.

"Li Yunhua blocked your marriage application because of the situation in your family?"

"Well, he said he would wait until the election is over at the end of the year."

"I see. I'll give that brat a call."

"Hurry up and bring the girl home to show us, okay? Your grandpa is waiting!"

After saying that, Yan Shun hung up the phone without waiting for Yan Ziyuan to say goodbye.

He picked up the receiver again and dialed Li Yunhua's office.