By the first watch of the night, seeking pink, seeking official subscription~
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At five-thirty in the early morning, amidst the misty, curling fog, a tall and upright young soldier with a military green duffel bag strode into Dalin Village. Everything familiar before his eyes made his expression grow more eager, and he unconsciously quickened his pace to a light jog toward home.
A middle-aged man carrying a basket was coming from the opposite direction. The young soldier quickly stopped: "Uncle, you're up so early collecting manure?"
The middle-aged man looked over the soldier with confusion. After a moment, he smacked his forehead: "Oh dear, it's Qiliang, isn't it? I heard you're getting married? What a joyous occasion."
"Uncle, it's an engagement, not a wedding. Will you come to my house for a drink tonight?"
"Sure, sure, you'd best hurry home. Your grandparents and your parents will be so happy to see you."
