The amusement park in the small town is not big. It is just a piece of land under the zoo built halfway up the mountain for individual businesses to contract one or two projects. Everyone forms a group and collects tickets together. It is not even as big as the amusement park on Xiyue Island, nor as luxurious.
But Ba Chuang still had a lot of fun playing. With his parents by his side, when he competed with other children, his strong father always stood by to encourage and cooperate. He felt a sense of happiness he had never felt before in his little heart.
It was no longer the time when he and Ling Yuhao played together. He listened to Ling Yuhao bragging about how great his father was all day long, while he could only cry in his bed out of spite at night.
"Baby, are you tired? Do you want some water?" The mother, who had no idea how to take care of people, could only ask this question when he ran over. Apart from letting him drink water, Nanxi didn't know how else to participate in her son's happiness. The things he played were too exciting, and she didn't have the courage to accompany him, not even to go on the pirate ship.
"Baby, sit over there and rest. He'll come over when he gets thirsty."
Ba Chuang was playing bumper cars, which could be played without an adult. Finally free, Ba Lu sat down next to his wife and rubbed her lower back naturally. "Are you still tired? How about I ask Biaozi to drive the car over so you can take a rest?"
Nanxi shook her head, "I can still hold on. I promised my baby that the three of us would play together today."
"Well, come and lean on me."
Nanxi smiled and clung to him, finding a comfortable position to lean against her husband, releasing all the strength from her body.
"Wife." Baru hugged his wife and looked at his son who had deliberately crashed into someone's car not far away, and said in a deep voice,
"Today, we can only be ordinary people for one day. When we return to Yangon, you will have to face the intrigues and schemes with me again. Are you afraid?"
The little woman in his arms raised her eyes, took a look at the man's beautiful jawline and sexy Adam's apple, and then followed his gaze to look at his son.
"What are you afraid of? My Dailong becomes stronger when he meets a stronger opponent. He is the unrivaled hero of me and my baby. As long as our family is together, I am not afraid of anything."
The man's eyes were swollen, his throat was bitter, and he tightened his arms around his wife.
"Baby, before, with Brother Meng blocking the way, I could still cheat and slack off. But now, Brother Meng has been cornered by those people, and the election result is a foregone conclusion. From now on, I have to be at the forefront.
I am afraid that such days will hardly come again in the future. I have no regrets towards my country, the army, and Brother Meng, but I feel guilty towards you and A Chuang.
My son just asked me if I could come to the amusement park with him more often in the future. I found myself unable to open my mouth to make him a promise, and I felt bad.
The little woman's delicate fingers slowly stretched into her husband's palm, interlocked with his index finger, her beautiful eyes full of affection.
"No, husband, your integrity, your bravery and strength are what your baby admires and looks up to. He won't blame you for such a small matter. He will only be proud of his father for shouldering the responsibility and moving forward bravely.
Don't look down on Ah Chuang because he's young. He's very clear-headed and is proud to have a father like you."
A warm current flowed through the man's chest, and his frozen heart was slowly melted by his wife and son. He used a little more strength in his big hand, wishing he could rub the person into his body for life.
"Thank you, baby, thank you for giving birth to such a good son for me, thank you for raising him so well, thank you for suffering so much for me."
He didn't know what words to use to express the surging emotions in his heart at the moment. For a woman like this, how many times must he have prayed to the Buddha in his previous life to get her to be with him in life and death in this life?
"I'm not suffering, husband. I have the little dragon cub by my side, so I can hold on. But it's not easy for you to endure these three years alone, right?
His hair is all gray. Although gray hair is cool, we are in high positions now. Having such a rebellious hairstyle would be too eye-catching. You have to appear in front of the news media. You can't let the international friends see that the second-in-command of the Myanmar military junta is still in his rebellious phase, right?
Balu rested his chin on the top of his wife's head and chuckled for a long time, "Wife, I thought you would think I'm ugly."
"No, it's very cool. I thought you dyed it on purpose at first." Nanxi teased him.
The man licked his lips. "I lost my wife and child, how could I have the energy to dye my hair? On your due date, I couldn't find you outside the delivery room. I don't know why, but I seemed to be in a trance and couldn't find you anywhere. I was so anxious that when I woke up, my hair was white and my mouth was full of blisters."
Nanxi hugged her husband tightly with heartache, "You just have a very hot temper, which can easily hurt your body. I'll ask a Chinese doctor to treat you slowly when I get home. Tomorrow, dye your hair back first."
Male chauvinists don't have the sensibility of women at all. They don't care about their image in front of the media. They only know that strong guns and strong fists mean the right to speak.
However, his wife was shocked when she heard that he had reached the pinnacle of power, and after she recovered, she became worried and began to plan for him in every detail, from his media image to internal and external troubles, from Myanmar's political situation to historical legacies.
He is in a high position but has far-reaching worries. He is too young and has too heavy a responsibility. In the past, he was only forced to learn some military books in a perfunctory manner, which was enough to deal with some small situations. However, in his current position, especially in Myanmar where civil strife is raging and conspiracies are surrounding it, it is far from enough.
Her husband's current position seems to be prosperous, but it is actually full of crises. Even Mengge was eventually defeated in the general election. She can't help but worry about how her husband, with such a violent personality, can survive in the cruel political struggle.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" The man smoothed the faint worry between his wife's brows with his big hand, and smiled as if he sensed something.
"Don't worry, your men are not that weak. If they want to trick me, they have to be very tough. I'm not like Meng Ge, who cares about the art of checks and balances. I was born a soldier. I will do whatever I want to anyone I don't like. If they can't trick me, I will kill his whole family. Let's see if they dare to do it again."
From just a few short sentences, Nanxi saw the difficulties her husband had faced in recent years. Mengge retreated to the position of special military adviser. Although he still had absolute say in the army, his influence in the international arena had been greatly weakened.
Even if the current head of the military government is still his man and Barut is officially in power, the Naypyidaw Government Building can force him to step down and accuse Barut of something that is not true.
There are many people in the international community who want to provoke a civil war in Myanmar. Once the government resorts to any means necessary, her young and powerful husband is likely to be coerced into a conspiracy and dragged out to sacrifice for their ambitions.
When she went out in the morning, her husband casually mentioned that her disappearance might be a conspiracy between Cha Mu and some politicians. After hearing about the political changes in recent years, she became more and more afraid.
The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. If you have become an unconscious tool of political struggle and have no control over your own advance or retreat, then you might as well stand bravely by your husband's side and fight with him.
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