Xibao felt overwheld, unable to breathe, as if her heart were splitting apart.
In Zhou Fengchun’s eyes, this was a display of deep emotion and loyalty.
"I joined the military when I was very young, fighting in battles across the lands, rushing east and west. I’ve lost count of how many tis blood splashed on my face, how many brothers and enemies fell before —tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. Yet I know I have no ti to grieve, no ti to rember; I must keep moving forward, bearing the responsibility for ho, for the country, for the people."
Zhou Fengchun spoke earnestly, "Xibao, the past is already past. You are young, and the nation needs young n like you to uphold the backbone of the nation. I believe that those who are watching from above don’t wish for you to remain consud by sorrow."
Xibao’s eyes flickered with a glint of moisture as she slowly let out a breath, "I understand, Grandpa Zhou, I will be alright."
"That’s the spirit! Co on, everyone’s outside waiting to eat, and your grandfather is also worried about you."
Xibao gathered her emotions, carefully locked the letters and photos in a box, and placed them in her bedside cabinet. Suddenly she heard Lu Erxiong shouting outside, "Brother, brother, look who’s here!"
Joy was apparent on Xibao’s face.
Feeling a stirring in her heart, Xibao erged with Zhou Fengchun and saw Feng Qingxue entering with her suitcase.
"Mom? Why did you arrive without telling us? Where’s Dad?" Xibao first widened her eyes, then ran forward, grabbing the suitcase while complaining about Lu Erxiong not helping her mom with it.
Feng Qingxue smiled, "Your dad is very busy, he couldn’t leave, so I’m here to pick you up."
"Pick us up?" Lu Erxiong scratched his head, then rejoiced and exclaid with round eyes, "Does this an we’re going back to the troops? I really miss my good friends!"
Feng Qingxue corrected him, "Not returning to Wucheng troops, we’re going to the Capital."
"The Capital?" The three of them echoed simultaneously.
Aside from Lu Erxiong, Zhou Fengchun and Xibao thought about Lu Jiang being in the Capital and suddenly understood, "Mom, have you also transferred to the Capital? So we’re going to reunite with Dad in the Capital?"
Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, holding her two sons’ hands as they entered the courtyard, "Yes, your dad took up his post in the Capital in March or April, and I applied for a transfer afterward. But many things happened, and I wasn’t approved until September. After handling the transfer and moving the house, I’m here to pick you up. I have two months’ vacation due to significant achievents this year."
Like Lu Jiang, she hadn’t taken a proper long vacation in years.
But now, while Lu Jiang remained occupied, she had the chance to return to her hotown, planning to return the cultural relics taken by Shanghai’s artifact departnt during her vacation.
The devastation has ended, and the light has arrived; the nation’s cultural heritage should not be sent overseas anymore.
Ten years—such a long yet swift period.
Xibao exclaid in delight, "Does this an you can stay ho for two months, Mom? That’s wonderful."
"Yes, it’s truly great," Lu Erxiong chid in, "Our brigade is killing pigs and sheep. The first thing Mom does is eat big at when she gets ho. It might not taste as good as Mom’s cooking, but it’s really popular!"
Feng Qingxue chuckled, "All you think about is eating, you don’t want to leave now, do you?"
Lu Erxiong giggled, unwilling to admit it.
Zhou Fengchun listened to this exchange between mother and son, then looked towards the main gate, puzzled, "When the kids and Old Cheng co ho, it’s so lively, yet when you arrived, there was no commotion—just Erxiong following?"
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