The greens on this plate, though oily, were mushy and limp when chewed.
This time when he saw his wife again, his feelings were a little different.
The Su Qingzhi of the past always spoke in a low voice and avoided eye contact.
But now, she stands tall and straight.
But he was certain that she was Su Qingzhi.
Who can fake the charm in the eyes and the subtle gestures when speaking of someone you grew up with?
He couldn't figure it out, so he could only console himself with this thought.
Perhaps people have changed because life has changed.
In the years he was away, she shouldered everything alone and had to harden her heart.
Even so, he still had a lingering, inexplicable doubt in his mind.
But he always felt that she was hiding something.
The water he poured was well water from the military compound.
Although it was clean, it had a slightly rusty taste and was so bland that it was almost tasteless.
The water she poured, however, was as sweet as mountain spring water and slightly cool to the taste.
It's not that he's overthinking it; it's just that things are genuinely different.
He had secretly observed that the kettle and cup she used were no different from those of others, but the taste was somehow different.
He's not so foolish as to think that love makes water taste better.
Now, when I eat the dishes she cooks, this feeling is even clearer.
The oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar she used were all the most ordinary state-owned brands.
But the dishes that come out are just different.
"Brother Chuan? What are you spacing out for? Don't you like the food?"
Song Ye watched as he stood there for a long time, holding a piece of green vegetable, his brows furrowed slightly. He couldn't help but nudge him with his elbow, looking a little bewildered.
Lu Jichuan snapped out of his daze, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly stuffed the piece of green vegetable into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he mumbled, "No, it's fine."
His voice was low and his tone was flat.
How is your wound healing?
Song Ye asked again, and picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his bowl.
"Don't push yourself. The doctor said you need to rest."
"Much better, but I still need to rest for a while."
He nodded, lowered his head and shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth. The rice was soft and sticky, but it tasted like cardboard to him.
The wound is still throbbing, especially when I turn over at night; it throbs with pain at the slightest touch.
But he didn't want to talk about it, nor did he want others to worry.
Song Ye let out a long breath, leaned heavily against the back of his chair, and patted his chest.
"When I saw you lying in the hospital that day, your face was as white as paper, and you could barely breathe, I was so scared I almost peed my pants. Seriously, I've never been that scared in my life."
He recalled that he had stayed outside the military hospital all night that day, smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and his hands were shaking, afraid that the man would not wake up.
Thankfully, you opened your eyes.
Thank you.
Lu Jichuan lowered his voice and looked calmly at Song Ye.
“If you hadn’t sent Qingzhi and the child to the military region, we wouldn’t have been able to reunite so quickly.”
He knew that if Song Ye hadn't rushed on his way with all his might, and if he hadn't braved the wind and snow to deliver the mother and child safely, he might never have seen them again in his life.
This thank you is far from enough.
Song Ye sighed deeply, slapped his thigh heavily, and said, "Hey, why bother with all this formality between brothers? Save the polite words for outsiders. We don't need them between us. As long as you're safe and sound, that's more important than anything else."
As he spoke, he picked up a large piece of braised pork and put it into Lu Jichuan's bowl, then scooped up a spoonful of soup.
"Brother Chuan, have some more food, it'll help you recover. Your complexion is still pale, you need to rest for a while."
In his heart, Lu Jichuan was not only a comrade-in-arms, but also a brother who would take a bullet for him.
Lu Jichuan didn't refuse again and took a bite of food.
They've long since gotten tired of saying "thank you" to each other.
When they were kids, they skipped school together by climbing over the wall. They were chased and beaten, and Lu Jichuan took the blow for him.
Later, when he joined the army, Song Ye dug him out from under the rubble amidst gunfire.
No one has mentioned these things, but no one has forgotten them.
Some things don't need to be said aloud; they're already clear in your heart.
True feelings are never built on empty words, nor are they maintained by holiday gifts.
After the meal, the group cleaned up the dishes and loaded the gifts and luggage they had brought into the car.
A cool night breeze made the wind chimes under the eaves tinkle.
They got into the car heading back to the village, and the engine roared to life.
The car headlights pierced the night as it slowly drove towards the village entrance.
Lu Jichuan last came back four months ago.
When he returned this time, he seemed like a completely different person; his face was pale and his figure was thin.
He almost didn't make it back that time.
He narrowly escaped death, hanging by a thread.
His mind was filled with images of what he would experience after waking up.
Then, he gently grasped her hand, their fingers intertwined.
This time, he would risk his life to protect them and his family.
Song Ye glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Lu Jichuan looking down at his wife, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been poked by something.
"Brother Chuan," he asked in a low voice, "when are you going to find me a girl like your wife?"
He felt particularly uneasy looking at Lu Xingye and Su Qingzhi lately.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jichuan suddenly turned his head and his cold gaze drifted over.
There was a slight smile on his lips, but it wasn't a warm smile at all; instead, it sent chills down your spine.
The air froze instantly.
The carriage was so quiet that the only sound was the soft rustling of the tires rolling over the road.
Song Ye: "..."
He stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Oh no, I said the wrong thing!
His reputation for protecting his wife is known throughout the entire military region.
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