History major university student Xu Zhuohua accidentally transmigrates into the body of a young nun in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China!
She becomes a fake young lady, prayin...
Cheng Muyun looked at Xu Zhuohua.
Xu Zhuohua looked up at the bright moonlight, which reflected on the tranquil river.
In fact, Xu Zhuohua wanted to leave as soon as possible. No matter what the future held, at least it was unknown, which would be full of surprises and challenges, rather than adding to her troubles.
But then, Xu Zhuohua looked at Cheng Muyun.
Cheng Muyun's face was pale, but his eyes were unusually clear.
In that instant, Xu Zhuohua understood that Cheng Muyun was not someone who could disappear into the world; the allure of being a "founding marshal" was too great for him.
No man could withstand such pressure, let alone someone as outstanding as Cheng Muyun. He must be extremely aggrieved to be burdened with such infamy.
If she forced him to leave with her and live a worthless life, the two of them would probably waste their time on mundane chores and gradually erode their love.
No one can tame a bird that yearns for the world, for every feather of its should be bathed in the free wind.
Xu Zhuohua said slowly, "Don't set sail, wait."
A flicker of surprise crossed Cheng Muyun's eyes, but it vanished instantly, replaced by a bewildered helplessness.
The man reached out and grasped Xu Zhuohua's fist. He slowly but firmly shook his head and said, "Zhuohua, let's go. Don't wait any longer. I want to be with you, regardless of fame or fortune."
Xu Zhuohua suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, and a surge of bitterness filled her throat. Only by forcing herself to suppress it could she stop the sobbing of grievance.
She reached out and gently stroked Cheng Muyun's face, as if caressing a precious treasure.
Cheng Muyun is always so understanding. He can see through Xu Zhuohua's thoughts and offer timely solutions, but he often chooses to sacrifice himself.
This silent sacrifice left Xu Zhuohua feeling uneasy. She wished Cheng Muyun had been a little more selfish; perhaps things wouldn't have ended this way.
Fine, if he doesn't want to say it, then I'll say it.
"Cheng Muyun, I've changed my mind. We'll wait here."
Xu Zhuohua's lips curved into a slight smile, but her eyes held a hint of sadness.
She knew that the moment she uttered those words, she was destined to never have a peaceful life; the future would be filled with gunfire and dangers, and their battles would be fought against them.
Cheng Muyun held Xu Zhuohua's hand tightly. "Zhuohua, you want a peaceful life, but I want a turbulent one. Although our desires are diametrically opposed, it means that someone has to make a sacrifice. My life for the past twenty years has been enough to comfort me for the next few decades. So, the one who should sacrifice between us is me. Let's go."
Xu Zhuohua stubbornly shook her head. Looking at the dark, calm river, sadness gradually spread through her eyes.
“Cheng Muyun, the seemingly calm river surface is actually turbulent. No matter where we run, we cannot escape the war. So let’s not run away. You pick up a gun and let’s fight against the oppression together.”
In the boundless darkness of the night, the two gazed deeply into each other's eyes.
A thousand words are left unsaid in silence.
There are many kinds of people in the world. Some are passionate and energetic, some are mediocre and ordinary, some are content with being ordinary, and some are always fighting. Xu Zhuohua couldn't say which kind of person Cheng Muyun was, but she was sure that if she forced Cheng Muyun to leave today, he would definitely go with her.
However, he was far from happy. Cheng Muyun should be a soldier who died on the battlefield, not a lazy bum living within the walls.
Xu Zhuohua herself knew that if she hid in her secluded courtyard, ignoring the oppression of her compatriots outside and the trampling of her culture, she would not be able to resist.
It's a pity that I didn't get to enjoy a single day of peace and tranquility, which I had been looking forward to for so long.
However, it seems worth it for Cheng Muyun to have a bright future.
Xu Zhuohua gently kissed Cheng Muyun's lips, "Believe me, Cheng Muyun, my love for you is just as great."
Of course, Xu Zhuohua's love is very open.
Cheng Muyun was the same.
There were no misunderstandings or barriers between them; all they had was consideration for their loved ones. If this happened in any other era, they would be very happy.
If the two met in modern times, they would be the sweetest couple ever.
Sweetness has always been the main theme for Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua, while sorrow is the filter that this era cannot escape or relinquish.
The workers lifted the anchor and threw it onto the calm river surface. With a loud bang, white water gushed out, and the anchor sank to the bottom of the river.
Xu Zhuohua knew that from this moment on, they could no longer hope for a peaceful life.
We should strive to be like Xiao Wuxin, dedicating ourselves to the country and the people, and fighting tirelessly for our ideals.
"Zhuohua, what if there's nothing there?" Cheng Muyun took out a thin blanket and draped it over Xu Zhuohua.
A gentle night breeze blew towards the two of them, carrying a cool sensation. They stood on the deck, gazing towards the dark west.
Xu Zhuohua said, "If no one comes, we can just settle down and be farmers. Let's give up on this idea."
Cheng Muyun wrapped his arms around Xu Zhuohua's waist from behind, and Xu Zhuohua leaned against his broad, warm chest.
"Okay, when the time comes, you'll give me a son and a daughter, and I'll go farm the land while you take care of the family, okay?"
Xu Zhuohua chuckled softly, "Do you know how to farm?"
Cheng Muyun said, "You can learn if you don't know how."
Xu Zhuohua said, "Okay, you plow the fields, and I'll cook and bring your son and daughter to deliver the food."
Both of them had happy smiles on their faces, as if they could already see that heartwarming scene.
However, Xu Zhuohua thought that in a few years, there would be famine, people would resort to cannibalism, and the two armies would turn against each other in a bitter and dire situation.
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