The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong dreamed that she was riding a tall horse and leading a team to chase the rebels into a desert, but suddenly they lost their target.

Under the scorching sun, her soldiers' tongues were dry and their lips were cracked. They were in a daze, and their spears were stuck to the ground, swaying.

There was no wind and time seemed to stand still.

She wanted to boost the morale of the troops, so she pulled the reins and found that her tall horse had turned into an aircraft. The warning light on the dashboard was warning that the battery life had expired and the engine was about to stop working.

Jiang Furong was sweating profusely as she smelled the breath of death getting closer and closer.

Just then, the sound of a metal knocker knocking on the wooden door came from somewhere.

Jiang Furong watched the desert in front of her and her soldiers begin to shake.

Following the knock on the door, the desert began to deform and a crack appeared in the sky.

Jiang Furong used all her strength to shout at the soldiers who were running in all directions: "Don't run, I'll go open the door, there's water in the tap."

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, no sound came out of her mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, the knock on the door sounded again.

This time, Jiang Furong burst out with all her strength and suddenly opened her eyes.

In the darkness, Jiang Furong heard the knock on the door again.

Now she was completely awake, and the first thought in her mind was that Wei Heng was back.

She quickly sat up, dressed, and went downstairs. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was just past four in the morning, not yet five.

There was still some warmth from the floor heating in the room, and the cotton coat hanging on the back of the chair was warmer than the quilt.

Jiang Furong arrived in the yard and called softly through the door, "Brother Heng?"

"It's me." Wei Heng's voice was filled with surprise.

Jiang Furong opened the door.

In the dark blue sky, the morning star shone brightly, and the starlight in Wei Heng's eyes shone even brighter: "It was really you who came to open the door for me."

Jiang Furong smiled with her lips pursed.

Well, whatever he says is what it is.

Wei Heng bolted the courtyard door: "Are you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy," Jiang Furong looked up at the sky. "I didn't know you'd be back so early, so I didn't turn on the floor heating in your room. Why don't you come to my room and sit for a while? I'll ask Aunt Zhang to turn on the floor heating and then make you some breakfast."

Wei Heng said, "It's still early, don't call anyone, I'll just go to Wei San's room."

"Wei Yi has returned to school. Aunt Liu and Sister Wei didn't come home last night. Only Aunt Zhang and I are at home."

Whoever is at home will have the floor heating turned on in their room.

Now, apart from the guest room, only the nanny's room next to the kitchen has a floor heating system.

Since she didn't want to call the nanny, Jiang Furong decided to do it herself: "Just sit in my room for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to boil some water and heat up breakfast for you. Aunt Zhang specially made some meat buns for you."

"They're not here?" Wei Heng immediately perked up and headed to the kitchen: "What do you want to eat? I'll make breakfast."

He thought that the two of them could cook together in the kitchen, chat, and wait until their stomachs were full and the floor heating in the house was heated.

Jiang Furong wants to drink ice soda now.

The scorching desert sun that I had just dreamed of disappeared, but my thirst became even worse.

"Whatever you make, I'll eat it."

Wei Heng keenly noticed something was wrong with the voice: "Why is your voice a little hoarse?"

"My throat is burning." Jiang Furong chuckled. "I was looking for water in the desert when you knocked on the door."

"It seems I should be back so early." Wei Heng smiled and went to get a cup to pour water for Jiang Furong: "Drink some cold boiled water first to moisten your body. I'll boil some water and make you a cup of scented tea."

The boiled water I had filled in the evening had been left overnight and had turned to lukewarm water. Jiang Furong drank two cups in one gulp and said with a smile, "After dreaming about the desert, I don't even think this water tastes like tap water anymore."

Wei Heng poked the coal stove and put on the kettle to boil water: "What kind of desert did you dream of? I have never seen a desert."

"There was endless sand all around, as hot as a furnace. There was no grass, no trees, no water. Oh, and I was riding a tall horse. I was an ancient man with many soldiers."

"An ancient man riding a horse? You were a man in your dream?"

"I didn't pay attention. I just remember the sun was blinding and everyone was getting sunburned."

"Didn't you tell them there was a plum forest ahead?"

"Looking at the plum to quench thirst?" Jiang Furong was stunned for a moment before she reacted.

Wei Heng smiled: "If I had known earlier, I should have waited another half hour before knocking on the door, waiting for you to lead them out of the desert."

Jiang Furong laughed: "I didn't even know it was a dream in my dream. I have never been to the desert, haha."

She really likes chatting with Wei Heng.

Her dream was so absurd, but he was able to continue the sentence and it was so interesting.

But the feeling of being roasted to death was so strong that when she went to open the door for Wei Heng, she didn't feel cold even though the temperature was more than ten degrees below zero. Instead, she felt cool.

Cool...

Also, she dreamed of flying vehicles.

Wait, she had two dreams?

The battery warning light on the dashboard in the dream was designed by her.

Was it a dream, or a memory?

Wei Heng noticed that Jiang Furong suddenly stopped smiling. He turned around and saw that Jiang Furong was in a daze. He asked, "What's wrong? Do you still want to finish your dream?"

Jiang Furong pulled herself away from the memory and laughed again: "I've never heard of someone continuing to dream."

Wei Heng said: "I had this dream when I was a child. I dreamed that I could fly. Often, I would suddenly fall down while flying and wake up in fright. A few days later, I would have the same dream again. I dreamed that I was still flying, still in the same place, and I could see myself flying back and forth in the fog."

"Huh? So you were an eagle in your dream? Or were you flying a plane?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I think about observing it the next time I dream. I was only four or five years old at that time. Every time I dream, I forget everything. My grandmother said it was a dream about growing taller and that I would definitely grow tall in the future."

"Ah, if you can fly, you'll grow taller. So what does it mean to dream about riding a horse?"

"Become a general!"

"Haha, what's the point of being a general in a dream..."

The two of them were chatting and laughing when the nanny woke up after hearing the noise and came over to see what was going on.

Seeing two young people cooking, she asked and they knew they didn't need her help, then she quietly left.

The water boiled, Wei Heng brewed two cups of tea, and put the buns in the pot to heat them up.

Jiang Furong sniffed the tea and continued, "I'm not a soldier, so I can't be a general even if I want to."

Wei Heng took over and said, "Well, now there are no military ranks. Even if you are a general, you can't be called a general. You have to be called the commander."

"How can there be a female army commander!" Jiang Furong laughed: "Anyway, I will never be able to become a general in this life. If you want to be a general, then just dream on."

Wei Heng didn't know what he was thinking about, and laughed hard: "It's not that there is no other way."

Jiang Furong's curiosity was piqued: "Ah? Is there another way?"

Wei Heng said, "If it were the military ranks of the 1950s, I would be a major general or a lieutenant general, and you would be the general's wife."

Jiang Furong blushed: "We can't go back to the 1950s now. Even if we go back, you won't be there."

Wei Heng smiled and said, "Maybe military ranks will be restored in the future. You won't be able to become a general's wife, but when our son grows up and becomes a general, you will be the general's mother."

Jiang Furong blushed with shame: "You are still a son, and you want to be a father? You wish."