On New Year's Day in 1988, Niu Yuehong and Zhao Qingsong held a simple wedding in the staff canteen of the Hexi Provincial Public Security Department.

The leaders and colleagues of the Propaganda Department of the Public Security Department all attended the wedding. Director Wang of the Propaganda Department also served as a witness to their marriage, and came to the stage to present marriage certificates to the two newlyweds and send good wishes.

The TV station was deserted, only 4 people including Huang Wendao, Ding Yan, Xiaoyue and Wu Shifei came, and although the others received invitations from Niu Yuehong, they did not come to the wedding. Huang Wendao spoke on behalf of the leader of the women's unit, and finally saved a little face for Niu Yuehong in front of Zhao Qingsong's colleagues.

Niu Yuehong's heart was actually very uncomfortable. She didn't expect people in big cities to be so ruthless, after all, she would have to work in an office in the future, and she would see her if she didn't look up or look down!

Zhao Qingsong looked very open, comforted Niu Yuehong and said: "It's hard to rest for a day, each family has its own affairs, can you come or not?"

Niu Yuehong whispered angrily: "Hmph, if they get married and have children in the future, don't blame me for not appreciating face!"

Xiaoyue is Niu Yuehong's bridesmaid. She didn't expect that so many people in the broadcast team didn't come to the wedding, so she quietly told Niu Yuehong, as if other people in the broadcast team said that there was something at home, so who brought the gift money.

Maybe Xiaoyue was kindly coaxing Niu Yuehong to be happy, because Niu Yuehong didn't even receive a penny afterwards.

Niu Yuehong and Zhao Qingsong held a wedding in Anxi and returned to their hometown of Jinshan County. Niu Xinguo and Niu Xinjiang also came back with their sister and brother-in-law.

Zhao Guangming and Chen Xiufang held a grand wedding for their son and daughter-in-law in the most upscale Jinshan Hotel in the county.

Niu Yuehong was wearing a red woolen suit and short skirt, red high heels, and a bouquet of pink silk flowers on her newly permed hair.

Zhao Qingsong was wearing a white suit, a blue shirt, a red tie, and black leather shoes, handsome and straight, and personable.

Chen Xiufang has retired from the People's Mall and returned home. She was a little unhappy with Niu Yuehong's strength and control of Zhao Qingsong everywhere, but she didn't say much when she saw her son's happy face.

Niu Fushou and Zhang Guilan are happy from the bottom of their hearts: first, the baby daughter has finally got married, and the old couple's hearts are steady. The second is that her daughter became an announcer on the provincial capital TV station, glorifying her ancestors. The third is that the son-in-law Zhao Qingsong is honest and simple, obedient to his daughter, and very reliable. Fourth, the three children of the Niu family are all in the provincial capital, with decent work and a happy life.

Stationmaster Feng dragged his teenage daughter Feng Qin to the wedding invitation. He was very excited, his former subordinate has now become an announcer on the provincial capital TV station, and he, the former leader, is also proud and has a bright face. He kept telling his daughter the story of Aunt Maverick back then, and encouraged Feng Qin to learn from Aunt Maverick and become an excellent announcer in the future.

Feng Qin looked at the lively wedding banquet hall, as if she had stepped into the scene of the wedding ceremony of the prince and the princess in a fairy tale. She looked at the bright and dazzling Niu Yuehong again, as if she was watching a movie star.

Feng Qin saw that someone was taking pictures of Niu Yuehong and Zhao Qingsong, so he ran over and wanted to take a photo with Niu Yuehong.

Niu Yuehong had seen Feng Qin at the radio station before, so she recognized her at a sight. She arranged Feng Qin to take a group photo between herself and Zhao Qingsong, and then beckoned Stationmaster Feng to come over and take a group photo together.

Just as the wedding was at its climax, a young man suddenly shook his body and jumped onto the stage. He held a bouquet of plastic flowers in his hand, and there were words in his mouth: "Grow old together, never separate!"

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out to be Ma Xiaoming, the warehouse keeper of the Hongqi Commune Machinery Repair Factory.

Ma Xiaoming was disheveled, his face was flushed, his eyes were foggy, and he obviously drank too much.

Niu Yuehong couldn't help but be shocked when she saw that it was Ma Xiaoming: We didn't invite him. Don't smash the field for us with this uninvited guest.

Niu Yuehong stepped forward with a smile, took the plastic flowers handed over by Ma Xiaoming, and kept saying, "Thank you." Thank you. ”

Zhao Qingsong hurriedly walked over, very gentlemanly blocked Niu Yuehong behind him, and stared at Ma Xiaoming vigilantly with his eyes, in case he did something out of the ordinary.

Niu Yuehong calmly walked in front of Ma Xiaoming and said kindly: "Great talent, thank you." There's still an empty seat there, so get into your seat and make sure you drink and eat well. ”

Ma Xiaoming shook his hand and said slurredly: "Niu Yuehong, you are my idol." Today is the day of your wedding, I don't have a lot of money, I don't have a prominent official position, but I want to dedicate a sincere little poem to you. ”

Niu Yuehong stopped the person who wanted to pull Ma Xiaoming off the stage, and said generously: "Everyone, pay attention, our talented Ma Xiaoming in Jinshan County wants to recite a small poem, we warmly welcome it!"

In the warm applause of everyone, Ma Xiaoming, who was half awake and half drunk, recited his poem:

To the beautiful Ox Moon Red

You are a thorn in the sand date tree,

has its own sharpness.

You are a clear stream in the valley,

has its own footprint.

You are the bright moon, you are the morning light,

Thy light shall shine upon the earth......

After listening to Ma Xiaoming's unexpectedly wonderful little poem, the guests couldn't help but applaud him again: "Good poem! Good poem! ”

Although Niu Yuehong hated Ma Xiaoming very much in her heart, she was very satisfied with his hymn, as if she had said the words buried in her heart, encouraging her to lift her spirits, overcome all difficulties, and strive for greater victory.

She personally poured a glass full of liquor, and saluted Ma Xiaoming with both hands to express her gratitude: "Xiaoma, I wish you to become our Lu Xun and Guo Moruo in Jinshan County, and write literary works that will last for centuries." ”

Ma Xiaoming took the wine glass, raised his neck and took a sip, and then walked off the stage contentedly and sat in an empty seat.

Niu Yuehong secretly relieved her heart.

After the grand wedding in the county, Niu Yuehong and Zhao Qingsong returned to Niu Yuehong's hometown to visit the places where they had lived and worked.

Niu Fushou and Zhang Guilan cleaned up a clean house, replaced all the covers with new ones, and settled their daughter and son-in-law to live.

Hearing that Niu Yuehong came back to get married, the villagers all ran to Niu's house to see the excitement, and their faces were full of envy.

At the strong request of the villagers, Niu Fushou and his wife set up a few tables of banquets at home, and they were happy for two or three days.

Niu Yuehong's classmates who stayed in the countryside looked very old after the wind and sun, and they became full of vicissitudes. Although the female classmate's face has been put on makeup, she can still see fine wrinkles growing on the corners of her eyes, and her skin is very rough. The male classmate's face seemed to have not been trimmed for many days, and there were a few messy beards growing on brown patches.

Niu Yuehong looked at her childhood friend who had changed greatly, and her heart was like a river in spring, which was full of emotion and indescribable. She took the rough hands of the sisters and said sincerely: "If you need my help in the provincial capital, just ask, I will do everything I can." ”

Those people just looked at the radiant Niu Yuehong with a smile on their faces, and didn't ask for anything.

Niu Yuehong's heart was even more uncomfortable: If I didn't go out, I would be like them, marrying a peasant, giving birth to two or three children, revolving around an acre of land and cooking pots all day long, and wasting my beautiful youth, how sad it would be!

Zhao Qingsong saw Niu Yuehong suddenly crying sadly, thinking that who had hurt her by talking inattention, so he hurriedly found an excuse and took her into the inner room, and asked with concern: "Xiaohong, what's wrong with you?"

Niu Yuehong wiped the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, did not speak, just shook her head.

Zhao Qingsong asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" ”

Niu Yuehong smiled and said, "I saw that my friends in the past were very sad in my heart. ”

Zhao Qingsong put his mind at ease when he heard her say this, and deliberately quipped: "Crying and laughing, two eyes magnifying." ”

Niu Yuehong said angrily: "you." People are so sad, you still have the face to joke! Alas, do you say that people's fate is predestined by God? If it is predestined by God, then can the fate of those who pray to God all day long be changed? Is it true that whoever gives heaven more money will have a better fate?"

Zhao Qingsong said: "You are about to become a philosopher from a staunch revolutionary in the past. Where is the heavens? Who is the destiny of the heavens? Don't believe those nonsense anymore. Destiny is in our own hands. ”

Niu Yuehong's eyes lit up. "Yes, we are in charge of our own destiny," he said resolutely. ”

In the evening, the sky is bright red, the land is covered with snow, and the silent countryside is immersed in the golden afterglow, which seems to be a beautiful and moving picture.

Niu Yuehong and Zhao Qingsong walked on the trail arm in arm. The crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the snow on the road is particularly nice.

Niu Yuehong looked at the vast and desolate land of her hometown, and felt that this place could not be compared with the modern and fashionable Anxi City. She was glad she was far away. She also realized that her home was in Anxi, and the battlefield of her struggle was far away.

Niu Yuehong instantly gained the strength and courage to win. She exhaled deeply, turned her head to Zhao Qingsong and said, "Let's go home." ”

Zhao Qingsong mistakenly thought that Niu Yuehong felt that the weather was cold, so she quickly held her hands tightly in her hands, transferred heat to her body, and asked gently, "Warm up, right?"

Niu Yuehong smiled and said, "Well, it's much better." We have to go home. ”