"Mom, I went to the wrong blind date table!"
Xu Nanzhi clutched his mother's deceased photo and his voice trembled in the restaurant jointly built by the military and civilians in a small southwest town. The man opposite was wiping the cuffs of his military uniform, and the star emblem on the epaulette reflected the corners of her red eyes - that was the "person who should not be married" written in her mother's diary for three years.
Three months later, a red-headed document fell out of the iron mailbox at No. 18 Wutong Lane: "Comrade Xu Nanzhi's application to join the army is approved - Attached: The original report letter from his mother thirty years ago has been handed over to the Commission for Discipline Inspection."
No one knew that this soldier, who was always chopping peppers in the company canteen, had a "time storage box" hidden in his pocket that could hold the entire 1990s. She can turn hard steamed buns into steaming steamed meat buns, turn water-seeking barracks into clothes-drying rooms filled with the scent of jasmine, and use the old account books left behind by her mother to carve out a bloody path in the business game between the military and the local area.
When Lu Chen discovered that his wife was always in a daze late at night looking at the military uniform and crying at the glass bottles containing bullet casings, he was shocked to realize that in this absurd marriage, the wife he regarded as "the little wife who needs to be protected" had already used supernatural powers to weave a big net covering thirty-seven springs, summers, autumns and winters - netting the secrets he had hidden in his heart for ten years, and netting the dark clouds that were about to overthrow the entire military camp.
"Staff Lu, you said that the duty of soldiers is to protect their families and the country. What are the duties of military families?"
Xu Nanzhi put the newly pickled chicken feet with pickled pepper into his hand, and his fingertips brushed the thin callus of his palm: "Probably-when you stood on the edge of the cliff, the storage box in my hand was just enough to catch your falling figure."
