Otherwise, he can only go to the Beijing Military Region, specifically the Guard Division, a place I can't get involved in."

Speaking of which…

A sudden thought struck him, and he looked at Sun Chang beside him and asked, "Bo'er, you don't want to join the Guard Division?"

"Enter the guard post?"

Peng Qibo paused for a moment, then looked puzzled. "Grandpa, you used to hope that I could establish myself in the army and reclaim what you had left behind."

If I were to enter the Guard Bureau, I would be confined to the capital, responsible for the safety of the leaders.

"The frontier generals are indeed powerful and influential, and no one dares to underestimate them."

Grandpa Peng frowned.

Somewhat hesitant, he continued, "Being a close advisor to the emperor is no small matter either; sometimes a single word can determine the life, death, and glory of a great general."

Of course, there are also downsides.

Those in the Guard Division are most vulnerable to being implicated and purged.

"..."

Peng Qibo remained silent, deep in thought.

"Your choice to join the Guard Division means you will be stationed in the capital for an extended period."

Grandpa Peng glanced at him and said, "You can see Jingyu often, even when you go out on missions, the longest you can go is only one or two months."

"If you two spend more time together, it will be easier for you to marry her."

...

Lunar New Year's eve.

The people of Beijing are welcoming the new year.

1978 has arrived.

This year's Spring Festival seems to be more lively than in previous years.

More and more people are visiting each other's homes to exchange New Year's greetings with smiles on their faces.

Lin Jingyu and others spent their first New Year in Beijing.

I don't have any relatives or friends in the capital, so there's no need to visit them for the New Year.

The third day of the Lunar New Year.

Someone came to our door.

Lin Jingyu was surprised and taken aback. "Senior Brother Qingfeng, what brings you here?"

The visitor was none other than Old Master Qingfeng.

"Why can't I come?"

Grandpa Qingfeng glanced at her indifferently, "Since I couldn't wait for you to come before the New Year, and I figured you wouldn't come after the New Year either, then I'll have to come to you myself."

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, you can't blame me. I didn't know where you lived."

Lin Jingyu, somewhat embarrassed, explained with a forced smile, "Otherwise, I would definitely have visited my senior brother."