I want to read a book similar to "Kunlun Whistle (Complete Works)". There is no protagonist's halo and extreme love between children, but it is a book with the blood and mission of soldiers as its core.
The female soldier version of the sword is here! The imperial concubine of the Ming Dynasty travels to the anti-Japanese battlefield of the Republic of China to defend her family and country. The plot is super interesting!
This story begins with a seemingly simple request - a retired soldier wants to take back the organization that should belong to him. But as I kept writing, I discovered that what I wrote was no longer just a story about "rights protection." What I wrote is a story about "dignity" and a story about how "faith" struggles and tempers in the quagmire of reality until it reaches nirvana.
After being reborn, I tore up the script of The Evil Stepmother and woke up as Zhou Yi'an in the bitter love drama, with my stepmother Green Tea and my younger sister Bai Lian. According to the script, I should be drained of all my value by them and then die miserably on the street. But I don't follow the script. At the birthday party, my stepmother gave me the goods from the stall in front of everyone, but she gave my sister an ancestral jade bracelet. I grabbed the bracelet and smashed it to pieces: "Since we are both Zhou family's daughters, if you want to be embarrassed, let's throw it away together." When my father was furious, I played the recording: "Do you still remember the wrong child in the hospital?" In the silence of the whole place, the real wealthy daughter in the corner tremblingly clenched the corners of her clothes. --- The pain in his forehead jumped and jumped, as if a small hammer was tapping slowly inside. The memory fragments belonging to another "Zhou Yian", mixed with the consciousness and perception belonging to "me", were savagely melting into a pot of boiling porridge with uneasy bubbles. I sat up with my arms propped up, and the thin velvet quilt slipped from my shoulders. What I could see was a luxurious and cold bedroom, and the sky was just getting dark outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Today is "Zhou Yian's" birthday party. It was also the first public execution ground carefully built for her by her stepmother Lin Wanxiu and her stepsister Zhou Yiyi. In front of the dressing mirror, I looked at this unfamiliar face. It was pale and frail from long-term malnutrition. There was only a pair of dark eyes, with a cold light that belonged to me and refused to admit defeat. His fingers brushed over the jewelry box, and there were only a few old and outdated jewelry inside, silently telling the original person's status in this family. Lin Wanxiu's voice was faintly heard from downstairs, instructing the servants to arrange the venue. It was gentle and impeccable. The banquet hall was already full of people with fragrant clothes and beautiful faces. The crystal lamp refracted dazzling light, passing through the smiling faces that were hard to distinguish between true and false. Wearing an old dress that obviously didn't fit me and was of an old-fashioned color, I stood in the corner, like a gray shadow that had strayed into a gorgeous opera house. My father, Zhou Hongyuan, was chatting and laughing with someone. When he glanced at me, he showed his usual, barely concealed indifference. "An'an," Lin Wanxiu came over with a perfect smile and held my hand affectionately. Her voice was not too loud or too quiet, just enough for the ladies around to hear, "Today is a good day for you. Mom has prepared a gift for you." She took an embroidered handbag from the servant, which was obviously from a cheap stall, and stuffed it into my hand. "Take a look, do you like it? You little girls are suitable for such bright colors." The eyes around him seemed to drift towards me, with pity, ridicule, or just curiosity about watching a show. Zhou Yiyi, who was standing next to Lin Wanxiu, raised her wrist in time and smoothed her hair. The ice-green jadeite bracelet on her wrist was transparent and warm under the crystal lamp, complementing her expensive haute couture dress. "Oh, sister," Zhou Yiyi's voice was sweet, with just the right amount of innocence, "Mom treats me as her own daughter. She even gave me this bracelet passed down by grandma. Don't worry about it." Here it comes. The humiliation scene was written in the script. The aching pain and embarrassment that belonged to my original body in my heart was like an oil star thrown into a raging fire. With a hiss, it ignited the cold flame in my chest. Suspicious? How could I be so worried. I raised my eyes, with a smile that was more innocent and brighter than Zhou Yiyi's. Before Lin Wanxiu could react, I stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Yiyi's wrist wearing a jade bracelet. "My sister is right," my voice was clear, with a joy that was ignorant of the world. "We are all father's daughters, biological sisters! How can we only wear such a good thing for my sister?" Before I finished speaking, I exerted force on my wrist and violently swung the jade bracelet from Zhou Yiyi's wrist to the smooth marble floor! "Bang——!" A heart-shaking clear crackling sound resounded throughout the banquet hall, which suddenly fell silent. Jade shards scattered everywhere, like cracking green ice crystals. Zhou Yiyi's scream and Lin Wanxiu's gasp sounded almost simultaneously. "Zhou Yi'an! Are you crazy?!" Zhou Hongyuan's roar followed. He rushed over in a few steps, looked at the debris on the ground, his face was ashen, and he raised his hand and waved it towards my face. That slap carried the sound of wind, so I didn't hide away. Just the moment before his palm touched my cheek, I raised my head and looked directly into his furious eyes. At the same time, I pressed the play button of the recording software on my mobile phone in my pocket. A deliberately lowered voice belonging to Lin Wanxiu flowed out clearly, with a calculating coldness: [... Hongyuan, Yiyi is our biological child, and that Zhou Yian is just a bastard that the hospital wrongly treated... I raised her just to block the mouths of those outside, and by the way... It can also pave the way for Yiyi in the future. For example, the sick and consumptive young master of the Wang family is in need of someone to celebrate...] The recording is not long, but every word is like a poisonous needle, piercing the eardrums of everyone present. Time seemed frozen. Zhou Hongyuan's raised arm froze in mid-air, and the rage on his face solidified, then shattered little by little, turning into extreme shock and disbelief. Lin Wanxiu's well-maintained face suddenly lost all color and became as pale as paper. Her lips were trembling, but she couldn't utter a single syllable. Zhou Yiyi also forgot to cry and looked at her mother and then her father in horror. The guests in the hall seemed to have been collectively strangled by the neck. In the dead silence, only the echo of the recording seemed to be still lingering between the beams. In this thick, all-devouring silence, my eyes crossed the frozen Zhou Hongyuan and Lin Wanxiu, and landed precisely on the girl in the far corner of the banquet hall, wearing an old skirt that had been washed white, and had been trying to reduce her presence. She is Aunt Zhao's daughter, named Xiaofang. She came in to help with her mother, who works as a maid in the Zhou family. At this moment, she lowered her head tightly, and her thin body was shaking violently uncontrollably. Those hands with white knuckles twisting the corners of cheap clothes, exposed the turmoil in her heart. I looked at her, at the girl in this script whose life was maliciously changed and who was supposed to be the real daughter of the Zhou family. There was an icy calm in my heart. On the stage, I just dismantled the first pillar.
I'm a private. There is no system, no background, and I am helpless. Therefore, this is the only life I can fight for. Later I became a cadre and became the chief. The result was a regretful exit
This is not an ordinary military wedding text, this is a two-way masterpiece that will make you laugh and cry, cry and laugh again, and be so sweet that you roll on the bed. Lu Zeyan and Su Wan are worth staying up late to catch up on.
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