Thanos's biological daughter in period fiction

The next day, Xia Yutang prepared dinner early, as it would just be the two of them eating at home. Her brother and his friends were having a meal together at the cafeteria and wouldn't be coming back.

After dinner, the two tidied up, changed into thermal underwear and thick leather boots, and took two fluffy hand warmers before leaving the house.

Because the little girl was wearing a cloak today, the two of them appeared to be carrying nothing when they reappeared in the assembly hall of the garrison.

The special forces soldiers had all brought her here before, so he and his mother knew the place well.

The snow in the open area outside had been cleared away early in the morning, so they didn't need to walk on the snow along the way.

This was Liu Fangmei's first time at the Great Hall of the People, and she was taken aback when she stepped inside. It was also the first time she had seen so many people. After all, since arriving here, she had either stayed at home or in her virtual space, occasionally going out to visit other people's homes, where she had met some new women.

She had never been to the training ground, so she didn't know how many people were there. The moment she stepped into the auditorium, the sheer number of people startled her.

A little nervous, Liu Fangmei grabbed her daughter's hand and was led away by her. Xia Yutang followed the directions his father had given him to a place further ahead, and when he looked over there, he found that all the people there were uncles he recognized.

As soon as the people here saw that it was a young girl, they quickly led them into their ranks. Xia Yutang arranged for his mother to stay with a military wife whom his mother had recently met.

He ran over to the group of uncles who had gestured to him earlier. There was a place where children of all ages sat.

After she arrived here, she mostly met the uncles from her father's army unit; she didn't know many other children. But she didn't realize that among the other children, she was an insurmountable gap, someone else's "perfect child."

So when a group of children saw her approaching, they all stepped back to make room for her. A few of them, judging by her appearance, lost their initial fear upon seeing that she was a pretty little girl and even moved closer.

"Sister, what's your name? Sister, I've never seen you in the family compound before!" Tang Qiaoqiao, the 7-year-old child of the political commissar, is extremely outgoing and can't resist a pretty girl.

I was a little scared of that legendary "other people's child," but when I saw her face, all my fear vanished instantly.

"I'm Xia Yutang, I'll be 13 this New Year, you can call me Sister Tangtang. What's your name?" Xia Yutang wasn't averse to this kind of outgoing child, and thought the little girl was quite cute with her hair styled like a maid.

"Hello, sister, my name is Tang Qiaoqiao, and I am 7 years old. Sister, come and sit here, shall we sit together?" The little girl introduced herself with a smile, reached out and tugged at Xia Yutang's sleeve, and after finding that she did not object, she tugged again.

"Hi Qiaoqiao. Do you know when the performance starts? Aren't these young men and women from the performing arts troupe good-looking?" Xia Yutang didn't really want to admit that she was also a sucker for good looks, but she never expected to find a fellow sucker for good looks here.

"They're so pretty! Some are really pretty, but some aren't. When they come up, I'll introduce them to you, sister. I also want to learn to dance, but there are no teachers here. The performing arts troupe only comes on big holidays..." Xia Yutang instantly became good friends with the little girl, listening to her chatter on and on about how annoying school was, how she didn't want to do homework, and so on...

This little girl is so rebellious. The more you try to get her to study, the less she wants to. They only talked for a few minutes, and Tang Qiaoqiao practically stripped herself naked.

The uncles sitting in the back almost burst out laughing when they heard the two talking.

Xiong Ying couldn't help but give the little girl a thumbs up: "As expected of that old fox Lao Xia's cub, look how smoothly he got her hooked. If Lao Tang heard this, he'd probably vomit blood..."

A group of people were remarking that Old Xia had found a worthy successor. They initially kept their distance from the group of little kids, but eventually huddled together as they chatted. The uncles behind them also found Old Xia's daughter particularly remarkable.

In just a short while, he managed to win over most of the kids in the residential compound. Look at him, he didn't say anything about his own family, but he tricked the others into confessing their ancestral secrets.

She's absolutely a master interrogator. It's a shame Old Xia treats her like royalty and isn't happy about her coming to the army. Otherwise, this little girl could have been specially recruited…

As the intro began, the curtain on the stage was quickly drawn up. The lights were a bit dazzling, but it was already quite impressive that they could achieve this level of performance in the 1970s.

It's this lighting that makes all those good-looking people look bad; it's a bit like a death stare.

The equipment wasn't the best, but the sound was really good. The young ladies from the performing arts troupe started by singing a very rousing revolutionary song. The children seemed quite familiar with this routine and the lyrics, and they started humming along as they listened.

If this beautiful voice didn't move the microphone away, the speaker would probably explode. It's truly wonderful to listen to; there are no million-dollar voice actors, just pure, unadulterated sound.

The song had barely finished when thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Xia Yutang clapped like a seal, her hands aching from the force of her clapping.

Next was a speech by a leader, the old commander who was the one who stood outside the training field watching him train that day. Today he was wearing a new uniform, which seemed to have been tidied up, and he looked much more energetic than usual.

He stood on the stage with the microphone, talking eloquently, while the children below were dozing off. Xia Yutang found it quite amusing. The uncles in the back were listening intently, while a whole bunch of little kids had already sprawled out in front, planning to take a nap before continuing.

Some uncles, seeing their little brats not listening and their old bosses snoring away while being lectured, wished they could slap them on the back of the head. But they were too far away to reach them.

After the old leader finished speaking, a large chorus sang. From Xia Yutang's perspective, the greenery adorned with big red flowers was dazzling.

Although they weren't far from the stage, he couldn't make out the faces of any of the singers on stage.

So where do these kids who watch stage performances go to see those things? Aren't the young men and women in the performing arts troupe good-looking?

Tang Qiaoqiao's little maid actually lied to her; all she saw were faces, and the makeup wasn't even that great. How could she tell any were pretty?