Wu Sicheng asked the soldier who came to report in surprise, "What did you say? Say it again!" He thought he had misheard.

"Report, Commander, there is a female comrade at the gate who calls herself An Moxue and wants you to pick her up. She came in a jeep and is very beautiful."

The soldier saw Wu Sicheng first look surprised and delighted, then run out of the office like a gust of wind.

He sensed a strong smell of gossip, and it was about the regimental commander.

Startled, he ran out of the office, his face full of excitement, eager to hear gossip about the regimental commander!

Wu Sicheng ran all the way to the gate of the military base and saw a jeep parked there. Inside sat the person he had been longing for for so long.

At this moment, An Moxue also saw Wu Sicheng. Their eyes met, and An Moxue burst out laughing, "Get in the car!"

Wu Sicheng opened the passenger door, got in, and looked at An Moxue.

"Mo Xue, when did you get back?"

"Today, I didn't eat a single meal just to see you! I'm still hungry! You have to make it up to me."

Hearing her say that, Wu Sicheng felt a flower bloom in his heart: "No problem, I'll take you to eat now and fill your stomach first." His smile continued to widen, and it also infected An Moxue.

"Give me directions." An Moxue started the car, and Wu Sicheng pointed out the route.

When the soldier returned, he saw their wise and mighty regimental commander sitting in the car, his eyes crinkling with laughter, his gaze fixed on the beautiful and radiant Comrade An.

He stared intently as she drove. "Mo Xue, it feels like it's been so long since I've seen you. You've changed so much I almost don't recognize you. When the soldier went in to report just now, I thought I misheard. I can hardly believe it."

"What, you're surprised I came to see you? Are you hiding something from me?"

"How could this be! It's just too unexpected!"

An Moxue glanced at him, somewhat dissatisfied, and said, "How come you're still so thin after all these months? Haven't you gained any weight?"

"It will be better in two more months. I was just a bit busy in the past few months and didn't get enough rest. There will be a period of rest after this, and things will get better."

Thinking of the situation a few months ago, An Moxue didn't say anything more, only asking, "Are you alright?"

"No. We're here. Just park up ahead."

After Wu Sicheng finished speaking, An Moxue executed a beautiful drift and parked the car on an open space to the side.

She carried a small bag and went into the cafeteria with him.

"This is the small canteen, where all the cadres eat. The large canteen is next to it." An Moxue followed him into the canteen, which looked clean and tidy.

Wu Sicheng asked, "How is it?"

"It's pretty much what I expected, which is great."

Wu Sicheng called out to the inside, "Old Wu, come out and cook a few dishes."

Then he asked An Moxue, "Is there anything you'd like to eat? Rice or noodles?"

"You decide, eat what your master is good at." That means you should eat something delicious.

A chubby, round-faced soldier was called from the kitchen. Before he even arrived, his voice preceded him: "Commander Wu, what brings you to dinner at this hour?" When he saw An Moxue standing next to Wu Sicheng, his mouth dropped open in surprise.

"You, her, this?" Old Wu pointed at Wu Sicheng, then at An Moxue, his words tumbling out incoherently, whether from excitement or surprise.

“My friend came to see me, but she hasn’t eaten yet. Make something delicious and easy to digest. She hasn’t eaten today either! Make some stir-fried pork slices, braised pork ribs, a bowl of meat sauce noodles, a three-shredded vegetable soup, and a stir-fried vegetable dish.” As Wu Sicheng spoke, he glared at Old Wu several times from an angle that An Moxue couldn’t see. “No sense of propriety. Hurry up and go make the dishes.”

After saying that, he pulled An Moxue to sit down in the seat next to him.

Wu Sicheng glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Are you coming back now, or are you leaving again?"

She looked at him and said, word by word, "I'm not leaving for now. I can stay for a few months."

He felt that every word she spoke was a beautiful musical note, both pleasant to hear and beautiful to look at, and even more beautiful when put together.

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'm currently on vacation." After saying that, she just looked at him, and saw the joy in his eyes widen even more.

The surprise came too suddenly; it meant I could control my own time.

He looked at her and asked cautiously, "What are your plans?"

"I'll come to see you, go back to Anle Village to see Uncle Ma, go back to Kyoto, and if I have time, I'd like to visit my friends."

"Are you really going to school?"

"Yeah, it's always better to have something pretty on the surface. Unlike you, who graduated from university and joined the army early, I need a university degree to save face!"

"Study ancient cultural history."

"Um."

Do you need me to get you an admission notice?

"No need, I already have the admission letter from Kyoto University. I can just go back to Kyoto to pick it up."

"You actually managed to do it! That's impressive!"

"That's right."

"Wait for me to go back to Kyoto with you."

"No need, I can go back by myself. You go about your business. I don't have much to do when I get back, I'll have plenty of free time."

"We agreed on finding you a great master, didn't we? Have you forgotten?"

An Moxue asked incredulously, "Really?"

"Of course! What else? You think I was just saying that casually? When have I ever joked about your affairs?" Seeing that no one was around, he flicked her nose.

An Moxue glared at him and warned in a low voice, "What are you doing? Don't touch me. Be careful or I'll sue you for indecent assault. Watch your words and actions in public."

"Yes, Butler An. By the way, could you stay here for a few days?"

"Hmm—it depends on my mood and how you perform."

"Wait here, I'll go check. Why isn't the food ready yet? I need to do my best to buy myself a few more days."

"Go, go quickly," An Moxue said, giving him a push.

When Wu Sicheng returned, there was a bowl of noodles and a glass of water on the tray.

"The noodles are ready, let's eat first."

Steaming hot noodles topped with savory minced meat in a large bowl—it ​​looks delicious and smells wonderful.

"Let's eat something together, and you can go get another bowl."

"No..." Before Wu Sicheng could finish speaking, An Moxue said, "Go quickly, I can't finish it, there are still other dishes, aren't there?"

"Okay, you wait here." When he came back, he also brought back a plate of stir-fried pork slices.

"You did it really fast!" An Moxue said.

“That’s definitely a compliment to him. Old Wu would be very happy if he knew.”

The two sat down, and before they had eaten more than a few bites, the rest of the dishes were served.

Old Wu put the dishes down and said to An Moxue, "Comrade, please eat as much as you like. If you're not full, I'll make more. Just let me know."

"Thank you for the food, you've worked hard. This is to thank you." An Moxue said, taking out a box of chocolates from her bag and handing it to Lao Wu.

When Old Wu took one look, he exclaimed, "Wow, it's foreign chocolate! This stuff is expensive and hard to buy!" His impression of An Moxue improved even more.

Wu Sicheng's displeasure was written all over his face. "Stop dawdling. Grab your things and leave quickly. Your presence makes us feel awkward eating."

Old Wu ignored him and smiled at An Moxue, saying, "You guys eat slowly, I have some things to take care of." He then turned around and glared at Wu Sicheng.