Jiang Wanqing opened her eyes and saw the gray ceiling of 1984. She remembered very clearly that tomorrow, her best friend Xu Meilan would exchange her military uniform for an old dress with a slit collar in the name of borrowing clothes. Three days later, she would be falsely accused of stealing the hospital's antibiotics. Two months later, her husband Zhao Jianghui and Xu Meilan blocked the door of their home and asked her to sign for divorce. The way she died was that she was pushed down the stairs by Xu Meilan. After all the memories of the past were running through her mind like a revolving lantern, Jiang Wanqing turned over and sat up, stepping barefoot into the cold water on the ground. No, since God allowed her to live again, he would not let these people have an easy time again. She opened the drawer and took out the blind date letter arranged by the organization - it said that the blind date's name was Lu Zhengting, the commander of the reconnaissance battalion, divorced and without children. There was a sudden knock on the door, and Xu Meilan's voice was sweet and greasy: "Wan Qing, can you lend me your military uniform for the blind date tomorrow? I'll only wear it for one day, and I won't get it wrinkled by you." Jiang Wanqing stared at the door panel, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved up - want to have sex for free? Okay, let's settle the scores of this lifetime first.
