On the day she traveled through time and became the cannon fodder of a bitter love in the 1980s, Song Yulan almost died in the glacier.
The mother-in-law is mean, the brother-in-law is a scoundrel, and the husband's life and death are unknown—it's hell mode at the beginning. But who is she? 30+ Professional elites, ruthless people who have fought all the way. He tore apart the best relatives with his hands, kicked his disciples with his feet, and added a spiritual spring and an acre of land in his jade bracelet to carve a bloody path in the remote countryside.
The most difficult thing to deal with is the husband in name only. A commander of a special forces company, he rarely speaks harsh words, but his eyes can see through people. She thought he was a stranger, but he silently repaired the leaky window when she was most embarrassed, and stuffed the allowance he had saved for many years into her hand: "From now on, you will have me."
He didn't say much, but every word fell on her heart. She melted the military medal into a ring, and he knelt down on one knee: "My military medal is half as good as yours."
It took her ten years to go from a side house to a model worker in the province, from being reported as a speculator to being an entrepreneurial wife of military wives across the country. In the past ten years, she has led the border embroiderers to stand up from the fire and help 100,000 military wives in need find hope.
The woman who knelt before her that winter and begged her for help later became the backbone of the embroidery workshop; the old man who had guarded her husband for twenty-three years in the Gobi Desert asked her grandson to follow her before she died.
This is the story of a woman standing up on her own, and also the story of a group of women lighting up each other. The brightest star always hangs in the sky.
Like hope, like them, like a light that never goes out.
