Lan Tian said after a long silence, "Mo Junhua, I’m different from you; I am a Cultivator, destined to leave this place sooner or later. The incident last ti should have made you feel the difference, right? You’re a mortal, and I’m a Cultivator. Your life is rely fleeting decades, while I will possess an endless life. You are just a scene in my journey. A re retreat, and the world changes dramatically."
"What about grandma and the others? Uncle and aunt, are they also as fleeting as the changing landscape?"
Lan Tian grimaced. How could they be the sa? They’re his kin, tied by blood, with bonds strong as if bone is broken but tendons remain connected.
"Girl, I don’t ask you to like now. I just want you to give a chance. You’re right, I’m a mortal; my life is but a few short decades. Let spend these decades with you. I won’t hinder your Cultivation. Decades later when I’m gone, you can still cultivate freely and at ease, as if rely erging from a retreat."
Lan Tian: "..." So she wound up confusing herself.
"Girl..."
"Battalion commander, the water’s here!"
Mo Junhua persisted in trying to persuade Lan Tian, but before Su Qing arrived, his voice was already there. Lan Tian breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing why, but she seed to have beco a little soft-hearted toward Mo Junhua—a feeling she never had before. Could it really be just because Mo Junhua had once shielded her from a lightning strike?
"The water’s here, battalion commander, please drink."
Su Qing rushed in from outside, handing him the water. Mo Junhua gave him a cold glance. This kid seed born to foil him. Several tis when he had been about to bond with the girl, it was Su Qing who interrupted. Once back, he was definitely, certainly, and without fail going to send him far away.
"We’ll talk about that later. Your body is fine, and the scars seem worse than they are; they’re rely superficial and will heal in a few days. What are your plans? Are you really going to settle down to farming here?" Lan Tian didn’t believe Mo Junhua was soone who easily accepted defeat, bowed to fate. For him to willingly co here, he must have so contingency.
After drinking the water, Mo Junhua handed the glass to Su Qing, aning for him to take the glass and leave. Instead, Su Qing casually set the glass on the side table. Mo Junhua covertly signaled him with his eyes, his eyes nearly cramping from the effort, but Su Qing was obliviously standing aside like part of the backdrop, ears perked up, listening.
Mo Junhua clenched his teeth in frustration; who was the idiot that let him stay? Once back, he would definitely have to have a joyful little chat about life’s pleasures with that person.
With such a bright third wheel standing in the room, Mo Junhua restrained himself quite a bit.
"A soldier’s duty is to obey orders. I will be wherever the army needs ." He spoke with such righteousness and impassioned righteousness, anyone unfamiliar would think he was doing sothing earth-shattering.
Lan Tian had no interest in his balderdash. Suddenly, that dimwit Su Qing said, "Battalion commander is impressive."
"Here, this box was entrusted by Grandpa for to give to you. He said it was very important to you. Take a look; it might help you out." Lan Tian rembered Su Qing ntioning soone had co seeking the two of them. After all that happened, she was busy with Foundation Establishnt, saving Ji Feng, and had neglected Mo Junhua’s matter.
The iron box was only an inch big and perfectly square, light to hold—as if there was nothing inside. Mo Junhua didn’t open it but pondered: why did Grandpa say so? How could he know what he needed?
Lan Tian watched quietly without anxiety or urging. Su Qing was anxious, glancing at the iron box in the battalion commander’s hand, almost rushing to help him open it but then rembered he wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight with the battalion commander, so he let it be.
Mo Junhua glanced at Lan Tian and opened the box.
Inside, a layer of cotton held a rolled-up piece of paper, about as thick as a finger, tied with a red string, nothing else.
The sight was sohow familiar to Lan Tian, resembling a school admission notice. She rembered her own notice from Jingli First Middle School looked similar.
Lan Tian thought this idea absurd. Why would Grandpa give Mo Junhua an admission notice? Was he sending him back to school?
Su Qing seed a tad disappointed, but without much expectation. Mo Junhua was unexpressive, staring at the paper roll for a few seconds before pulling the red string and revealing the five red characters ’Admission Notice’ to the three of them.
Lan Tian glanced over the notice. It was from so military school, roughly saying that after passing nurous tests, Comrade Mo Junhua t the admission standards and was specially awarded this notice, informing him to enroll at the military school on a specified date. Failure to arrive on ti would be deed waiving the opportunity.
The military school’s address was in Beijing, with detailed instructions on how to get there by bus after arriving in Beijing, which bus to take, which platform to change at, how long to walk—all spelled out.
There was also a warm prompt: the process for active-duty soldiers was simple—with an application to the serving unit, as long as it was approved by either the regint or military division, one could be admitted.
"Battalion commander, you wouldn’t really consider going, would you?" Su Qing felt the battalion commander’s gaze was off, and he beca disconcerted, babbling, "Battalion commander, we know your situation is tough now, but that’s no reason for despair. This is just temporary, we will find solutions for you, the regint commander wouldn’t just let you farm here either. Please, don’t have dark thoughts." Su Qing spoke with utmost seriousness, barely stopping short of wailing in grief. He also felt a little upset with the old man for giving such a notice, as if driving soone to a dead end.
"Battalion commander," seeing that the battalion commander seed resolute, Su Qing bit his teeth and said, "Battalion commander, you have been in the camp for over a decade, you know every detail like the back of your hand. The camp is your base, your ho; are you now ready to abandon it? To give up on all of us? You built the Third Battalion from scratch; are you willing to let others reap the fruits? Please think it over. Leaving the army is easy, but returning is not, and later there might be no place for you in the camp."
Disconcerted, Su Qing left after speaking. Mo Junhua didn’t stop him. Lan Tian watched Su Qing leave, imprinting a sliver of Divine Sense on him. Turning back to Mo Junhua, she glanced at the admission notice in his hand, "What are you planning to do?"
Grandpa really cared for Mo Junhua, expending so much effort to secure him an admission notice. The military school was undeniably a good option. In ten years, the dostic military will enter a new era with high-tech information managent. Dragon Country will downsize part of its forces.
Many soldiers without achievents or distinction are heading for retirent, like outdated weapons, unable to keep up with the tis, destined for obsolescence.
Mo Junhua felt moved. Grandpa had owed quite a few favors for this admission notice; it seed Grandpa and he were on the sa wavelength. Mo Junhua had already considered leaving the military for further studies at a military school.
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