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Zhou Qishen and Mr. Su, who were sitting in the first seat, all had smiles on their faces. Even Mr. Jiang, who had just been discharged from the hospital, presented a pair of bracelets. Mr. Dong watched the newlyweds the whole time. There had never been such a grand ceremony before.

After reading the quotations, he was sent to the bridal chamber. After seeing everyone off in the middle of the night, the slightly tipsy Su Siyan went upstairs and headed straight for the new room.

"My dear, I finally married you. A night of love is worth a thousand gold. I have sent away all the other lovers out there."

"Hey, be gentle," blocking Ling Ling's senses.

The moonlight gradually darkened and shyly hid in the clouds. The two did not get up until noon, and their waists were sore.

After letting go of his worry, Mr. Su's health quickly deteriorated and he passed away a year later at the age of eighty-two.

The funeral was arranged by Jiuli. Su Siyan was carrying out an undercover mission abroad and it was a year later when he returned.

"Thank you for your hard work, dear." After returning, he ran upstairs and hugged his wife, with unspeakable joy in his eyes, "I will be transferred to be a special forces instructor, so I can accompany you."

Su Siyan was thirty-five years old this year. His physical condition was no longer at his prime and he was unable to undergo the most intense training.

"Don't you want a child?" Afterwards, I lay on the bed and asked, why does this person think differently from others?

"You are enough for us. If you like, we can adopt one," he said, hugging her slender waist with his cheek close to hers.

Captain Su can often be seen sticking to Director Zhou at the military hospital. He comes to the hospital to finish get off work whenever he has time, rain or shine.

Mr. Jiang, who had undergone surgery five years ago, was the first to pass away. The flag was lowered to half-mast and he was buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery.

It was also in this year that Zhou's old injury relapsed and he passed away in the same year. Zhou Qianhua became the youngest member of the Military Commission, and Zhou Shihai became a full-time division commander and entered the southwest.

Ye Ping married the daughter of the military district director, forming a powerful alliance.

Ye An walked with the war correspondent.

“Sister, I want to hand Wen Yan over to you. She has been weak since she was a child and has not been well-developed. She will be your and brother-in-law’s care in the future.”

"What does your wife think?" Rocking the rocking chair.

"She agreed," Ye An smiled, just like the sunny and cheerful boy he was back then, "We want to go out for a walk."

"You can raise her if you want, but I am the most important."

"How can they compare with you?" consoled.

In the same month, Zhou Shihai's wife Kang Wenjun died on the southwest battlefield, and the two boys were sent back to Beijing to be raised by Jiuli.

Since then, Zhou Shihai fought on the front line all year round until the death of Zhou Qianhua and Ye Jianrong, when he returned and was promoted to the Military Commission.

Wen Yanren, as her name suggests, is taciturn and soft-spoken. She was only three years old when she came here. She showed a strong interest in studying medicine since she was young. At the age of 20, she followed in her adoptive mother's footsteps and entered the First Military Medical University.

After passing the exam, Wen Yan discovered that her adoptive father was still the same as he was when he was young and liked to compete with her for her adoptive mother's attention.

"Thank you for your hard work, my dear." The first thing Zhou Shihai did when he came back was to personally arrange his father's funeral. He brought gifts to his sister like he did when they were children and ignored his two children.

"Dad, we will become great heroes like you."

"Then learn well from your aunt and uncle," Zhou Shihai said as he brought his eldest son to his side. He would teach his child as his father taught him, and little by little he would become the heir of the Zhou family.

Su Yu retired three years later than Su Siyan, and later chose to become an instructor at Langtan, with a son and a daughter.

The time after that seemed to have been accelerated. Many years later, they became neighbors like their elders, and knew each other.

Like my grandparents, I will play chess in the park, take my granddaughter to buy candy, and look forward to my country getting better and better.

"Wen Yan is back?" Like Zhou Qishen, he was standing there greeting Wen Yan and the boyfriend she brought back, yes, it was Xiao Youyu's eldest son Xiao Yuanan, and also the heir of the Xiao family.

Su Siyan had been on the battlefield for many years and felt pain all over his body when he was just over 60. He woke up countless times at night, and when he saw Qingqing, who looked like she was in her early 50s, he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Take the medicine, and then sleep with me for a while." Jiuli raised her hand and handed the pill over, "Are you still coughing?"

"No," he opened his mouth and took some pills without asking where they came from. Even if it was poison, he would take it as long as Qingqing gave it to him.

"I'll prescribe new medicine for you tomorrow." There was silence for a moment.

"It doesn't hurt," he replied with a smile, stretching out his hands to hold the girl in his arms. It's only been thirty years, how could he bear to leave Qingqing alone?

"I saw that you woke up several times,"

"Qingqing, you have to believe in yourself. Your medical skills are very good."

As they slept in each other's arms at night, the effect of the pills became less and less, their bodies developed resistance to them, and they even felt dizzy during the day.

Jiuli had already put on reading glasses earlier, and the red cheongsam made her look even younger. She was mixing medicine in her hands.

"Today I have your favorite chicken wonton soup. It's delicious. I made it for you. Come and try it."

Standing at the kitchen door, greeting her husband, she misses home so she also likes to eat the chicken soup wontons made by Ms. Ye Jianrong.

"It's delicious," he put down the test tube and walked beside it.

"Eat more," he said, smiling, "You can't eat sweets when you get older. It will cause tooth decay."

It was another year of heavy snow, covering half of my calf. I went out and ran on the road holding Jiuli's hand. In an instant, it was like going back many years ago, when he would take me to the river to skate after completing the task.

Kang He'an stood on the upper floor of his house, watching the laughter and joy below, his brows tinged with a faint smile. His wife, who looked like a lady from a noble family, came forward and put her coat on him. Everything was said without words.

He looked back and patted his wife's hand.

"You've never played these games since you married me, and you're still worried," his wife said, timid, gentle, and jealous.

Xiao Youyu sat by the side, holding a cup of hot tea, watching the children throwing snowballs in the yard, as if she was seeing things that happened many years ago.

"Okay, okay, I'm old now," her cheeks blushed.

"I can still take you out to play, and we'll talk after we've played." His features became more and more gentle, and from a distance he looked like a gentle old man.

"Your legs hurt, right?" Ye Li said unhappily.

"It's just the cold wind. It has nothing to do with you," he said stubbornly.

"You are old but you are still arguing with young people."

Pushing safflower oil, Su Siyan smiled and said he would dare to do it next time. The whole compound knew that Mr. Su loved his wife the most. It was said that he could say something his wife could not.

In the next ten years, the eldest Kang He'an passed away, which was like turning on a switch. Ten years later, the two met again on October 30th, and died in the Su family courtyard with smiles on their faces, still holding hands.

When Wen Yan and Xiao Yuanan went downstairs, they saw Su Siyan and Zhou Yuanqing lying on the rocking chairs with pale faces.

Ye Ping and Ye An, both of them were already old, took the train and arrived just in time for the last day. Tiedan already owned his own listed company and had some say in Beijing.

The two were buried together in the Su family's ancestral land. The scene was lively and grand, and people still pay homage to them many years later.

In the following hundred years, the clinic and courtyard of Lijia Village became the former residence of Mrs. Zhou for people to visit. The medical classics she compiled made Chinese medicine distinctive, and the prescriptions she used made the Zhou Group successful.

I wish I could go back to that turbulent era and experience the love, hate, and emotions there. An autobiography written by an author named Xu Xiao was widely circulated and recognized by everyone.

"Zhou Yuanqing's nickname was Jiuli. He provided me with food and clothing without worries. He also used silver needles to treat my acupuncture points and brought me back to life. He died at Su's residence on October 30th."

"Su Siyan, his background is unknown, he appeared when Zhou Yuanqing was 27 years old, promised to be the only one in his life, and died in Su's house on October 30th."

However, they also tacitly only mentioned their talents without mentioning their looks, which were also extremely good, and the TV series they turned into were sung repeatedly.