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

The sun gradually set, stained the sky with a brilliant sunset glow. The villagers beneath the old locust tree were lost in reminiscing about the past, and no one spoke for a long time. A faint sadness and deep gratitude filled the air. The villagers gathered together to discuss the girls from Lin Wei's team.

Aunt Liu sighed softly and said, "What wonderful girls! The houses in the village are almost finished, and the fields are planted with crops. Life will soon get better." At this time, an order came that Lin Wei and her team would go and wipe out the gangster who used the alias "Black Wind Old Demon" and was entrenched in the "Beehive".

Aunt Zhang's voice was filled with reluctance: "That day, all the men, women, and children in the village went to see them off."

Everyone remembers Lin Wei saying to everyone: "Aunties and aunties, everyone should live a good life and make Qingyufang a better place. When the task is completed, we will definitely come back to see you!"

"But the villagers refused to give in and kept stuffing things into their backpacks." Aunt Liu wiped the tears from her eyes. Little Stone cried the most heartbreakingly, hugging Lin Wei's legs and unable to pull them apart. Lin Wei squatted down, hugged Little Stone, kissed his forehead, took out a sharpened wooden dagger, handed it to Little Stone, and said, "Little Stone, you must study hard, practice martial arts, and join the army to defend our country when you grow up."

"When they left, the whole village followed the procession for a long, long way," Aunt Liu's voice choked with sobs. "They kept looking back and waving goodbye to us as they walked."

The night fell silently like a thin veil, and the last ray of sunset light on the horizon reluctantly faded away. The air under the old locust tree seemed to freeze, and only the occasional chirping of insects made the silence seem even more desolate.

"Yes, we walked them quite far..." Aunt Zhang continued, her voice a little hoarse. "I remember the wind was quite strong that day, messing up the girls' hair, but they stood straight the whole time." She paused, as if recalling every detail of the moment. "Captain Lin Wei was walking in front. When she turned around and smiled, her eyes shone like stars. She said that when they came back, they wanted to see our newly harvested grain and try my newly brewed plum wine..."

"I brewed plum wine last year," Uncle Li interjected in a muffled voice. His dark face, full of wrinkles, was now sparkling. "I brewed another jar this year, waiting for them to come back and drink it..." His voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a heavy sigh, drifting away in the evening breeze.

Later, I heard from the county yamen runners that the "Beehive" area was a dangerous place, and the bandit leader, "Black Wind Old Demon," was very cunning, and his men were all desperate criminals. "That battle for the girls must have been very hard, right?" Grandpa Wang twirled his graying beard, his eyes gazing into the distance, as if he could penetrate the layers of mountains and see the fierce battle.

"Lin Wei and the others are from the Falcon Special Forces female team! I heard from Xiao Shitou that Sister Lin Wei and the others are amazing. They can parachute into the sky, dive into the sea, and shoot more accurately than male soldiers!" A younger daughter-in-law said with a forced smile, trying to brighten up the sad atmosphere, but the uncertainty in her voice betrayed her.

Little Shitou came over at some point and snuggled up to Aunt Liu, tightly clutching the small wooden dagger that had been rubbed smooth and shiny. He was no longer the crybaby he used to be. He had grown a lot taller, and there was a bit of youthful heroism in his eyes. But at this moment, his little face was full of solemnity that was inconsistent with his age. "Sister Lin Wei told me to study hard, practice martial arts, and join the army to defend my country when I grow up." He repeated Lin Wei's words in a low voice with a trembling voice, "I practice every day. I treat the wooden dagger as a real gun. I also learn horse stance and aiming from the retired veterans in the village. I'm waiting for them to come back and tell them that I haven't been lazy. When I grow up, I can also protect Qingyufang!"

At this point, Little Stone couldn't hold back any longer, tears rolling down his cheeks like beads from a broken string: "But... why haven't they come back yet? It's been three days... I miss Sister Lin Wei, I miss... I miss all the sisters..."

The child's cry was like a key, unlocking the floodgates of everyone's emotions. Aunt Liu held Little Stone in her arms, finally unable to hold back her own tears. "Silly child, don't cry, don't cry... The sisters will come back, they will... They promised..." She comforted Little Stone and gently patted his back, but her voice was choked with sobs.

Aunt Zhang wiped her eyes with her apron and choked up, "Yes, they promised... The ridges of the fields at Qingyufang still bear the marks of their footprints from when they helped us plant rice. By the old well at the village entrance, you can still hear their silvery laughter as they fetched water for us. Even this old locust tree still remembers their tired yet satisfied smiles as they leaned against its trunk to rest after training..."

"Our Qingyufang can have the good life today, all thanks to Lin Wei and the others!"

"They helped us build houses, repair canals, taught us new skills, and even helped us drive away the hooligans who used to bully us..."

"They are not just PLA soldiers here to carry out their mission. They are the daughters of our Qingyufang and our family members!"

The villagers spoke one after another, expressing their longing and gratitude for the girls in Lin Wei's team. The days they spent together, the warm smiles, the sonorous vows, were all etched like a brand on the hearts of every Qingyufang person.

The evening breeze rustled the leaves of the old locust tree, as if it were whimpering softly, or perhaps offering gentle comfort. A faint sadness grew thicker in the air, while deep gratitude and longing, like the roots of the old locust tree, had long since taken root in the land and in the hearts of every person waiting.

They don't know where the girls are, or whether they're safe. But they're willing to believe, willing to wait. They'll guard this land, protected by the girls with their blood, sweat, and youth, their hope for the future, and their promise, "We'll definitely come back to see you," day after day, year after year.

The smoke from the Qingyufang cooking stove still curls, and the crops in the fields thrive. But every evening, as the setting sun once again paints the sky red, a group of longing people gather under the old locust tree, gazing into the distance, hoping that the heroic female soldiers will appear on the path at the village entrance, smiling and waving, just as they did back then. The small wooden dagger, in Xiao Shitou's hand, feels increasingly heavy, carrying not only a child's longing but also the village's enduring remembrance and hope for its heroic sons and daughters.