He Zhilan bent her eyebrows and touched her swollen belly, smiling, "Baby, did you hear that? Uncle Kang Xing said your dad is missing your mom! Isn’t that wonderful? Your dad, that big blockhead, must be missing you too."
"Of course he misses you!" Kang Xing nodded repeatedly, "Once, when Deputy Regint Commander He and I went to the city for a eting, he stopped the car to look at a baby shop for a while! I thought he was thinking of his wife, but it turns out he was thinking of the child!"
He Zhilan’s face blood with a smile; perhaps there’s nothing more delightful in this world.
The man she thought of obsessively, just like her, was besotted with thoughts of her.
"Sis, in just over three months you’ll give birth, right? How wonderful! I’ll get to see his child before Deputy Regint Commander He does! When I return, I can boast to everyone in the troop that I was the first person the baby saw after being born—it was , Kang Xing!" Thinking of this, Kang Xing felt ecstatic.
"Even if it’s not the child’s dad, it won’t be your turn!" Lin Deng sneered, giving Kang Xing a tap on the forehead, "When you go back, don’t get so carried away that you spill the beans. If anything unexpected happens, I wonder who you’ll be able to answer to!"
Kang Xing stuck out his tongue, letting He Zhilan rest, then followed Lin Deng to offer incense at Niu Rang’s grave and visit his good brother.
For He Zhilan, Kang Xing was a familiar face, a person who had been beside He Teng for years; He Teng sending Kang Xing to her side conveyed his intentions without words.
Her heart ward, making the fatigue of these tis instantly vanish.
She rembers him thinking of her from afar, worrying about her, longing for her—it’s enough.
She wasn’t by his side, and his worries would only grow, not lessen.
This sense of security was like a special dicine of courage, making fears about childbirth and worries about the future insufficient.
What is there to fear? Even if her He Teng wasn’t by her side, his longing was always with her, his thoughts always accompanying her—it’s enough.
Even though Kang Xing was transferred here by He Teng, it was still a formal transfer on the surface, and Kang Xing couldn’t always be coming to the mountain village.
In the blink of an eye, it was April in the mountain village, already spring with blossoms, and He Zhilan, eight months pregnant, found walking a bit strenuous, waddling like an overly fat penguin.
"Teacher He, Teacher He, we brought your friends! We also picked many beautiful flowers for you!" From afar ca the excited voices of children outside the yard. These children picked flowers on their way to learn at the Niu Family and brought along whom they deed Teacher He’s good friends. "Teacher He, it’s two PLA uncles!"
"Oh, thank you for the flowers, they’re particularly beautiful! Since it’s the beginning of spring in the mountains, rember not to go too early; the moisture is heavy, it’s easy to get sick, okay?" Since becoming a mother, He Zhilan’s love for children had been increasing day by day, and her attitude toward them had grown more gentle.
After greeting the children, He Zhilan smiled at Lin Deng and Kang Xing behind them, "Why did you co to the mountain village so early?"
"We haven’t been here for a while, and since we have so ti today, we ca up to take a look." Lin Deng said, "Starting classes so early?"
"Not yet, it’ll be a little while longer; so of the children just ca early." He Zhilan shook her head.
"Then we should take a walk around the village. Xiulin said you shouldn’t slack off because of your heavy body; you need to move more." Lin Deng pointed at himself and Kang Xing, "Here we are for conversation and strolling, Lady Dowager—shall we take a walk in the Imperial Garden?"
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