The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

The edges of the leather armor were covered in scratches, like fine medals left by time. Though lacking a dazzling brilliance, they silently spoke of the owner's hard work and toil. Lin Wei slowly lowered her head, her gaze settling on the rough edge. Her fingertips gently brushed across it, as if she could feel the ups and downs the leather had endured.

At that moment, an indescribable warmth spread from the depths of my heart, like a clear spring, quietly flowing and dispelling the chill of late autumn. This warmth came not from the external temperature, but from the deep cherishment and emotion of this experience.

Since then, the Falcon Squad's porridge stall, like the weathered old locust tree at the town entrance, has taken deep root in the hearts of the villagers and has never been removed. It is not just a place to provide food, but has become a part of people's lives, carrying countless warmth and hope.

The predawn darkness hadn't yet completely faded, and the morning star still twinkled lonely in the inky blue sky. However, Lin Wei and her comrades had already set out from their base behind the mountain, braving the morning light. Carrying heavy loads of rice, noodles, and vegetables, they walked briskly but firmly along the winding mountain path.

The morning dew wet their hair and clothes, and the mountain path was bumpy and uneven, but nothing could stop them from moving forward. Finally, they arrived at the town, quickly set up the stove, and began to work. They scooped water, lit the fire, washed the rice, and put it into the pot. Every movement was skillful and orderly.

Soon, wisps of smoke slowly rose above the town, like a soft white ribbon, drifting in the morning air. The smoke, filled with the sweet aroma of rice porridge, was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through the sleepy neighbors, awakening everyone's anticipation for a new day.

"Captain Lin, good morning!"

"Xiaoyan, you look good today!"

"Duoduo, did you bring medicine for Grandma Wang again?"

The villagers greeted each other warmly, their smiles like the warmest sunshine that dispelled the chill. The female soldiers of the Falcon Squad were no longer the original unit dedicated solely to carrying guns and fighting; they had become the busiest people in town. They helped Mr. Zhang repair his leaky roof, their tiles flying in their hands, their hair soaked with sweat. They filled Grandma Li's water jars, their shoulder poles weighing heavily, their steps steady and powerful. During the busy farming season, they rolled up their trouser legs and went to the fields to help harvest the crops. Their figures were a dashing and moving presence amidst the golden waves of rice.

Aunt Liu Cuihua was a regular at the porridge stall, and she cared most deeply for the girls. She would often tell those she knew, "These girls are more caring than my own daughters." She had seen Lin Wei's leather armor, washed white and scratched along the edges, and had repeatedly wanted to ask her for a new one, only to have her cheerfully say, "It's still wearable, Auntie. I've been through thick and thin with this armor, and I've grown attached to it." She had also seen Deputy Captain Xiaoyan, who, to save a child who had fallen into an ice cave, plunged into the freezing water without hesitation. While the child was rescued, Xiaoyan suffered from leg pain, grimacing in pain whenever the weather turned cold, yet she never complained. She had also seen the youngest female soldier, Duoduo, so attentive that while feeding porridge to an elderly man with weak teeth, she would secretly bury an egg she was reluctant to eat in the bottom of the man's bowl. Her kindness filled Liu Cuihua's heart with both warmth and tenderness.

That day, while Lin Wei wasn't paying attention, Liu Cuihua slipped a pair of homemade leather boots into her pocket. The boots were tightly stitched, the stitches even, and they exuded a warm, solid feel. When Lin Wei noticed, her face flushed, and she quickly pulled them out and said, "Auntie, what are you doing with these? Keep them. We have uniformly distributed shoes."

Liu Cuihua held her hand, her eyes firm and warm. "Silly child, the shoes you were given are good, but they get soaked through after running in the mud all day, and it's freezing. These leather boots are thick and warm, and they're good for your feet." She stuffed the boots back into Lin Wei's pocket without hesitation. "Just consider it a little token of my appreciation. If you don't accept them, I'll be really angry."

Lin Wei held the pair of leather boots that still carried the warmth of Liu Cuihua's palm, and her heart seemed to be filled with something, warm and sour.

That night, the lights in the garrison stayed on late. Lin Wei, Xiaoyan, Duoduo, and several other female soldiers gathered under the lamplight, meticulously sewing the non-slip rubber soles onto a pair of new cloth shoes. Threading the needle, threading the thread, hands usually used to gripping guns found exceptional dexterity in this area. The soft light shone on their young faces, illuminating their focused expressions and the twinkling light in their eyes, brighter than the stars.

The patched leather armor hung quietly in the corner, its worn scratches faintly visible under the light. It had witnessed the flames of war, but also the deep bond between the soldiers and the people. And the pair of leather boots, meticulously mended, carried a heavy burden of care and love, connecting the most simple and profound emotions between the military and the people.

As the night deepened, all was silent, save for the starlight that shone like silver light across the vast landscape. Inside the Falcon Squad's camp, the lights were bright, illuminating this tranquil corner.

Under the light, the scratches on the leather armor are clearly visible, like the marks of time, testifying to the tenacity and bravery of the female soldiers. Each scratch is a trace of a battle, a sign of their efforts to protect this land and its people. And the stitching on the cloth shoes, meticulous and neat, is like a work of art, a symbol of the warmth they have woven with patience and care in their spare time.

These young female soldiers, like the brightest stars in the night sky, radiate a unique light. With their youth and passion, they have ignited the flame of hope for this land. Whether sweating on the training grounds or daring in the execution of missions, they never flinch and forge ahead courageously.

Their leather armor may have grown old with the passage of time, worn down by frequent use, but the bond between the military and the people, deeply etched in their hearts, burns brighter and brighter like a spark of fire as time passes. This bond is not only about caring for and helping their fellow villagers, but also about selfless devotion, a giving that seeks no reward.

In this land, the female soldiers interpret with their actions what true devotion, warmth, and hope are. Their stories, like the stars in the night sky, shine with eternal light and warm everyone's heart.