Chapter 939: Chapter 667: Fu Sheng Like Ming Xu (Part 2)
Military Wife...
Behind that one simple word as an identity lies a bittersweet life that ordinary people can hardly imagine.
Not seeing each other for years on end; even if they do meet, it’s probably only for a very short time. If the husband is out on a mission and the wife is left at home, then she spends night after night in constant anxiety.
Some people even slap the label of "living widow" onto a Military Wife.
But... what can you do about it?
Isn’t it just... if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog...
...............
"Sister-in-law Fu Sheng, if you want to enlist then enlist, but why do you have to say you’re leaving home?"
After Shan Minglang saw Fu Sheng go back to the room and start packing, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.
"Once you enter the army, it’s already hard to come back. New soldiers don’t get any leave in the first two years. That day when you took me along to see Lie Shaojiang, didn’t Lie Shaojiang already say that?"
Fu Sheng turned around and leaned against the table, looking at Shan Minglang, a faint, calm smile on her face.
"Fu Sheng, don’t smile at me like that, I know you’re hurting inside."
Shan Minglang scratched his own head and muttered.
Fu Sheng looked at Shan Minglang. The big boy in front of her had exactly the same face as the man she had set her heart on long ago. How magical...
But under the identical faces were two completely different personalities.
So different that... if they stood side by side without saying or doing anything, she could still tell at a glance which one was Ming Lang and which one was... Shan Mingxu.
Fu Sheng pressed her lips together, yet that faint smile on her face did not fade. She pondered for a moment, then said,
"You’re right, I do feel awful inside, but... the person in front of me is you, not Shan Mingxu. Why shouldn’t I smile?"
"..."
For a moment, Shan Minglang didn’t understand what Fu Sheng meant.
"When I’m with you, Ming Lang, no matter what we’re doing, I feel very relaxed."
"..."
"We plant flowers and tend the garden together in the yard. You take me to read, to watch the movies you like, and you even take me to the concerts I want to hear... Every time I think of these things, I feel very happy."
"So when I see you, I feel happy, relaxed, at ease, and of course I’ll smile."
"But what you actually want is to plant flowers and tend the garden with my brother, to read and watch movies with him, to..."
"Ming Lang, you have Magic Power."
"Huh?"
"You can brighten up people whose hearts have no sunshine. My impulse to enlist isn’t because of your brother, it’s because of you."
"..."
Shan Minglang blinked and was dazed for quite a while.
"You said I look good, so I should smile more. People who smile a lot will have good luck. Right?"
"You said... when we’re young, we should suffer a bit so that when we’re old, we’ll have blessings. Right?"
"You said... people have to find something they like to do, and then make it into something they’re good at..."
"And you also said... the more a person is afraid of something, the more they have to face it..."
Shan Minglang grabbed his own hair.
"Did I really say that much?"
Fu Sheng nodded.
"Yes, a lot. Every time you said it jokingly, but each joke carried a lot of truth."
Shan Minglang puffed out his cheeks and let out a "hehe" laugh.
"Ming Lang, your emotional intelligence is high, you understand a lot of big principles, but... when it comes to feelings between men and women, you’re an outsider."
"...Huh? Really?"
Fu Sheng’s gaze swept over Zeng Xiaocheng, who was standing outside the door with half his body showing, and she chuckled softly.
"Yes."
"I don’t think so..."
Shan Minglang shook his head. "I can tell my brother likes you, and I can tell you like my brother."
"Then can you tell who likes you?"
Fu Sheng tilted her head, smiling as she looked at him, while in the corner of her eye was that obviously stiff figure outside the door...
"Of course I can!"
Who knew Shan Minglang would answer so straightforwardly.
And so, the figure outside the door stiffened even more.
Zeng Xiaocheng clenched his fists, ears pricked up, concentrating with all his might as he waited for Shan Minglang’s answer...
"Who?"
Fu Sheng asked.
Shan Minglang said,
"Zeng Xiaocheng!"
"Oh?"
Fu Sheng raised her two beautiful willow-leaf brows, her eyes full of interest and surprise.
Shan Minglang answered as if it were only natural, completely unaware that, in that Instant outside the door, Zeng Xiaocheng’s heart almost stopped.
"Otherwise, why is he always hanging around with me?"
Shan Minglang said very matter-of-factly.
After that brief cardiac arrest, Zeng Xiaocheng’s heart suddenly began pounding wildly again, as if it might jump right out of his chest the next second!
He knows! Shan Minglang knows! He actually knows!
"Actually, I quite like Zeng Xiaocheng’s personality too. His clumsiness is kind of cute. It’s just a pity he’s a guy and I’m a guy. Otherwise, marrying him as my wife would probably be pretty nice."
