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"According to reports, the Expeditionary Force has now entered the South Asia Training Base and has begun equipping American machinery for training."
Cheng Mosu slowly turned off the broadcast, smiled lightly, lit a cigar, and placed it beside the ashtray. The faint scent wafting through the air reminded her of that person far away. After learning his communication address, she had written him two letters and sent two photos. His replies were similarly casual, with a few words of greeting drifting from afar, yet they brought her a sense of peace.
She smiled gently, slipped on a pair of soft white slippers, and her long dress swayed on the ground as she walked gracefully, like a willow in the wind, her footsteps silent against the floor.
She looked at her pale cheeks in the mirror; her water-colored eyes held a softness, delicate as fine rain or tender flowers.
Outside, Feng Yin had invited a doctor to examine her. Her health was deteriorating, and her energy was waning day by day. The doctor remarked that if this continued, she might not last much longer. She didn't mind; life and death had long ceased to concern her. However, there were still people and things in this life she was reluctant to part with.
For the past few days, she had followed the doctor's advice—taking medicine on time and sleeping well—and her condition had improved somewhat. After giving her a few more instructions, the doctor finally left.
The crystal chandelier emitted a bright halo, illuminating the entire room as brightly as day, making her silk nightgown appear particularly smooth. She sipped tea slowly, her profile bathed in a gentle light. The tea exuded a subtle fragrance that made one feel nostalgic.
Feng Yin returned after seeing off the doctor and noticed Cheng Mosu lost in thought. Unintentionally annoyed, she said, "Miss, what are you doing? The doctor said you shouldn't worry too much; why do you look like this again..."
Cheng Mosu looked up at Feng Yin and smiled lightly. "I'm just daydreaming for a moment; how did it turn into excessive worry? Alright then, I won't daydream anymore; I'll go back to my room and read for a while."
"Hey..." Feng Yin hurriedly called out to her. Remembering the sorrowful poems and songs in books that could hurt one's feelings, she was startled and said, "Miss, you might as well keep daydreaming..."
"You." Cheng Mosu shot her a playful glare before slowly sipping her tea again, though her thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.
A series of knocks sounded at the door. Feng Yin rushed to open it but froze upon seeing the visitor, doubting her own eyes and rubbing them vigorously.
Only when she rubbed until her eyes turned red did she hear that person chuckling softly. It finally registered that this was real; she couldn't help but blush and said, "Zhang's Deputy, what brings you here? Please come in."
Cheng Mosu slowly raised her eyes and saw Zhang's Deputy stride in confidently. She was taken aback and quickly stood up. "Zhang's Deputy, what brings you here? Has Shaoyi returned as well?"
"This is not the case." Zhang's Deputy awkwardly scratched his head. Seeing her expression dim again, he said, "It's just that Ling Heng misses you, Madam, and I noticed that Young Commander feels the same way, so I took the liberty of requesting to bring you to Southeast Asia."
Cheng Mosu was taken aback. Although she was filled with joy, she looked at him in confusion. "But Shaoyi has to lead the troops in battle; this is a critical moment. How can I go there and distract him?"
"I have already arranged everything. Here are your travel documents; you can stay with Young Commander in the Army."
She felt an overwhelming joy, as if enveloped in a thick layer of happiness. Zhang's Deputy noticed Feng Yin standing beside her, speechless, and couldn't help but smile. "Feng Yin, why aren't you helping the Madam pack her things?"
"Oh, right!" Feng Yin was overjoyed and hurriedly got to work. Cheng Mosu quietly watched her figure, feeling a tinge of sadness in her eyes. "Zhang's Deputy, can Feng Yin come with me?"
"Well..." Zhang's Deputy paused for a moment before saying, "That might not be possible..."
Feng Yin, who was busy nearby, suddenly froze in place. Her small hands hovered in the air, and a wave of sadness surged in her heart.
Cheng Mosu didn't have time to comfort her when Feng Yin wiped her tears and pretended to be unconcerned. "Miss, you should go without worry. I'll stay here to look after the house; such a large place needs someone to watch over it."
"Feng Yin... Last time my father didn't take you to America, leaving you in such a situation; I've always felt guilty about it. I will never leave you behind again." She turned to Zhang's Deputy. "Zhang's Deputy, I appreciate your kindness, but please tell Shaoyi that it's inconvenient for me to go. Please take good care of Ling Heng; I'll wait for him here..."
"Miss..." Feng Yin was touched and quickly said, "You just go ahead; don't worry about me. You and Son-in-law, Young Master being reunited is already the happiest thing for me. If you don't go because of me, how could I possibly feel at ease?"
Cheng Mosu paused for a moment; her water-colored eyes sparkled faintly before dimming.
Feng Yin smiled gently and linked her arm. "Miss, just rest assured. By the way, Zhang's Deputy has been traveling; he must not have eaten yet. What would you like? I'll have the kitchen prepare something."
"No need..." Zhang's Deputy hurriedly replied. But Feng Yin was insistent and enthusiastic, making it impossible for him to refuse staying for dinner.
On the linen tablecloth, the candlestick shone brightly. Zhang's Deputy, coming from a military background, naturally did not take his time savoring the food. He devoured it quickly, and in his haste, he accidentally choked.
Feng Yin shot him a glance and helped him ease his throat, scolding, "Slow down, no one is competing with you. I really don't understand why you're in such a hurry."
Cheng Mosu paused for a moment, looking at the two of them, and couldn't help but cover her mouth with a light laugh. Her water-like eyes rippled as she asked, "Zhang's Deputy, are you married?"
"No, for soldiers like us, the moment we step into the military, we become dead men walking." His voice gradually lowered. Cheng Mosu's heart suddenly jolted; her rose-colored lips pressed together lightly as her picturesque brows slowly lowered.
Seeing her expression, Zhang's Deputy realized he had misspoken and hurriedly said, "Madam, that's not what I meant. I..."
"Zhang's Deputy, I understand. In fact, I am always prepared for him to leave me." A hint of determination flickered in her clear black-and-white eyes. At that moment, Zhang's Deputy finally understood that he had always thought soldiers faced death without fear, wrapped in their battle robes; however, he had not considered that their families were burdened with much more worry.
In the daily waiting and yearly concerns, time passed in loneliness but also astonished the years.
"Alright, let's not talk about these troubling matters anymore." Feng Yin noticed the atmosphere growing heavier and quickly changed the subject. "Zhang's Deputy, do you know how our Ling Huan Young Master is doing?"
"Oh, Ling Huan?" Zhang's Deputy revealed an appreciative expression. "Ling Huan really doesn't act like a child; sometimes he understands things better than I do. He follows Young Commander every day, watching how Young Commander strategizes and fights. Over time, he has developed his own set of theories. He hasn't grown up yet, but I have to admit that the younger generation is indeed pushing the older generation forward."
Cheng Mosu's lip corners lifted into a faint smile as her gaze brightened. "As long as Ling Huan is safe and healthy, I won't think too much about anything else."
"Ling Huan Young Master is very healthy and lively; he just misses you, Madam. He mentions you several times a day. I can tell that Young Commander misses you deeply too; it's just that Young Commander doesn't like to express it openly. This time I was sent here to bring you over."
Feng Yin looked at Cheng Mosu's fading smile and urged anxiously, "Miss, you should hurry over there; don't worry about this or that."
Two weeks later.
In the training base in Southeast Asia, a heated argument erupted.
Shangguan Shaoyi's jet-black eyes were filled with a thin layer of anger, his voice low and cold, "Your training methods are too Americanized; they do not suit the physical fitness and lifestyle habits of our entire Army, nor do they fit the current Battlefield. I firmly oppose such training!"
"Shangguan Shaoyi, you were a renowned talent at the military academy abroad, and you received Western training methods. Why do you insist on Eastern training at this time?!" General Skoson, sent by America to assist in operations, retorted.
Shangguan Shaoyi looked at him coldly and replied slowly, "I am not insisting on Eastern training; I simply hope to combine both approaches to find the most suitable training method for our army, rather than... It's pointless to say more. I will train my way, so please do not interfere too much!"
"Hmph, if you insist on doing things your way, then I will write to inform my country's president." Skoson slammed the door as he left, the deafening sound causing his brow to furrow tightly.
He turned around, facing away from the door and towards the sunlight; its warmth could not dispel the chill in his heart.
The sound of powerful footsteps gradually approached. He did not have time to listen closely to the other sound mixed in with those footsteps, thinking it was Skoson returning. He casually grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it, startling Zhang's Deputy, who had just pushed open the door.
"Young Commander..." Zhang's Deputy looked bewilderedly at the shattered teacup on the ground. When Shangguan Shaoyi turned back and saw him, his mood improved slightly. He opened his mouth to ask about what he was most concerned about but noticed Zhang's Deputy smiling knowingly and stepping aside. The graceful figure behind him came into view.
Cheng Mosu quietly gazed at him; their reunion brought tears to her eyes. The tears fell onto her sheer Qipao, spreading a pure white stain. Her steps were slightly unsteady, her figure swaying like a delicate willow in the wind. He hurriedly approached her and reached out to wipe away the tears from her face, looking at her rosy cheeks with a surge of emotion in his heart.
"Entering my gate of longing, knowing my suffering of love; long yearning leads to long remembrance; brief yearning leads to endless extremes."
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