After being bound by the system, Bai Yueguang and I reunited

Xu Fengchun made room at the door and Jiang Chengyue quickly slipped in.

When I looked up, I saw two other people in the room.

We have met before, but we are not very familiar with each other.

Jiang Chengyue stood there and hesitated, "Mr. Xu, I'm here for something..."

"It's okay," Xu Fengchun said, "You can just say it directly."

Jiang Chengyue took a deep breath and placed the heavy box in his arms on the table. When he opened it, a golden light shone forth.

"My sisters and I don't have much savings, so we only collected this much money," Jiang Chengyue smiled awkwardly. "We wanted to donate it directly to the front line, but we didn't know the channel. After asking around, a gentleman told me Mr. Xu's address, so I came here."

Everyone's eyes fell on the box.

Although Jiang Chengyue said it was not much, judging from the weight of the gold bars, it was definitely not a small amount.

"It's hard to transport clothes and food. We are singers and dancers, and we don't have much skills. We can only give out some money, hoping to do our part to help the heroes who are fighting bloody battles."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xu Fengchun and said, "I'll leave this matter to you, Mr. Xu."

No one spoke.

Jiang Chengyue was somewhat at a loss, "This, this is all clean money!"

"Don't panic," Chaoge said in a gentle voice, "I don't mean anything else. I just think the amount of gold bars is quite high. Have you taken out all your savings? You still need to live in the future. Do you have any money left to rely on?"

Times are tough, and the women in Paramount are even more like rootless duckweed. If they have no money to eat, wear and use, they will have no hope of escape once chaos breaks out.

Jiang Chengyue curled her lips and said, "The city is relatively stable now. We sisters can still sing and dance. We can earn more money after we spend it. In comparison, the front line needs supplies more!"

As she spoke, she pushed the box full of gold bars towards Xu Fengchun.

"Okay, I'll deliver it as soon as possible." Xu Fengchun nodded in agreement.

Jiang Chengyue breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and said sincerely, "Thank you!"

"We should thank you."

Jiang Chengyue shook his head, "This is nothing."

Her eyes were a little dazed, "...How can I compare to Miss Bai's heroic death..."

Zhao Wenyu: "All actions to save the country come from a sincere heart, regardless of size or high or low."

Chaoge saw through Jiang Chengyue’s heart knot.

She walked forward and placed a cup of hot water in Jiang Chengyue's palm.

"Women in the world all have their own charm, like plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, peony, rose, as well as trumpet creeper in the corner and daisy in the field. There is no need to envy the former for their bright colors and eye-catching appearance, the latter have their own tenacity and unbridled growth."

"It is because of the different and colorful flowers that the world is decorated more beautifully, isn't it?"

Jiang Chengyue was stunned.

She felt her eyes and nose were a little sore. These two simple sentences made her want to cry.

This person is Bai Jinrong.

She was not just a classmate of Jiang Chengyue.

She seemed like the other life that Jiang Chengyue had once fantasized about.

If I could continue to study...

If I could resolutely give up that home...

If she could be outspoken and do what she wants...

Jiang Chengyue once thought that Bai Jinrong, as a rich lady, was pure and innocent, and was not as tough as her who had struggled to escape from the mud, and could adapt to the current world.

But she forgot that troubled times are not for adapting to, but for fighting against.

Jiang Chengyue left Xu Fengchun's courtyard in tears.

She walked along the way, tears streaming down her face.

After returning to her residence in the Paramount, the tears stopped flowing.

Bai Jinrong, Bai Jinrong.

She silently repeated this name countless times in her heart.

A yellowed paper was spread out on the table. Jiang Chengyue straightened his back and wrote neat lines of words.

"…Rouge is used as armor, pipa is used as sword…How can you say that a merchant woman does not know the sorrow of losing her country?…Although we are women, we also know how to love our country…As long as we have a heart that is not dead, we are the soul of China!…"

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In the same place, Chaoge and Xu Fengchun bid farewell to Zhao Wenyu again.

His face was filled with high spirits.

"I won't come back until I win!"

A train whistle blew on the track behind me.

A female voice came from afar, "Wait a minute!"

Qian Yijun came running over with sweat on his forehead.

Seeing that she had caught up, she smiled and said, "That's great. I was really afraid that if I was a little late, you would have already left."

"When you arrive, remember to write to me so I can follow your address and send you some supplies you may need!"

Zhao Wenyu: "Okay!"

His eyes were smiling, "I heard that you have taken over your father's job and become a big boss? You must take good care of me, your old classmate, in the future!"

"Of course." Qian Yijun smiled, suppressed the reluctance to part, and handed over a suitcase.

"Recently I've been trying to improve the food in the factory and extend its shelf life. I brought you some. Remember to help test the taste, satiety, and time it takes to spoil!"

Zhao Wenyu gave a thumbs up, "Great! As expected of a talented woman like Qian, you are as smart as ever!"

He stepped onto the train and kept waving until it left.

Qian Yijun's tears, which she had been holding back, suddenly flowed down.

She cried and laughed, "After this separation, I don't know when we will meet again."

Chaoge handed over a handkerchief from the side, "We will definitely see each other again."

Qian Yijun burst into laughter and wiped away the tears still on her face.

After tidying up her appearance, she turned around and faced Chaoge and the other man.

"Actually..." Qian Yijun hesitated, "Although you don't know, I still want to apologize to you and say sorry."

Chaoge's lips curled up slightly, "So serious? Is it something serious?"

Qian Yijun relaxed a little, "No."

"Zhao Wenyu and I were classmates when we were in school. When we were studying abroad, we happened to go to the same school. He is a very good person. After spending a long time with him, I..."

Qian Yijun exhaled lightly, "I fell in love with him."

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't know at first, but later he was collecting books everywhere, and I asked him while helping him, and then I found out that he was sending them to...his wife."

"There are two things I should apologize for. The first is that I had the intention to get close to a married man. The second is that after I knew that you and he were engaged since childhood and that you were a child bride, I made bad assumptions about you, whom I didn't even know."

After knowing this, Qian Yijun's pride prevented her from deliberately approaching Zhao Wenyu.

But sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder what his wife should be like.

Did she have bound feet? Did she wear an old-fashioned skirt? Did she still follow the old rules? Did she never leave her house? Did she know how to read? Did she know how to read the oppressive women's rules? Did she only learn how to embroider and cook?

Her husband is studying abroad, is she afraid that he will change his mind? Is she...living well?