Lin Xiaoxiao felt that He Meng was the kind of parent who spoiled their child, as described in later generations.
Zhao Yu is already twenty-three years old, yet they still treat him like a child who has never experienced hardship.
This isn't love; it's praise that leads to destruction.
"Should we write back?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked Qin Yushen for his opinion.
"Need not."
He Meng, who had not received a reply, understood what her eldest son meant.
He was unwilling to help.
He Meng couldn't help but curse him as an ingrate.
"What ingrate?" Zhao Weiguo had just returned home when he heard her gritted teeth.
He Meng was startled. "It's nothing."
Zhao Weiguo squinted at her for a few moments, then sneered, "You're cursing Yu Shen."
Apart from Qin Yushen, he had never heard her scold anyone else.
"No," He Meng denied.
Zhao Weiguo didn't believe it, frowned and took off his coat, "What did Yu Shen do to you again? The couple has moved to Beijing. If you can't change your mindset, you'll regret it sooner or later."
He Meng was already annoyed, and she retorted in a shrill voice, "What's wrong with my mentality? The problem is with him. Even if Xiao Yu did something wrong when he was young, he was still a child. He's a married adult now, and he's still holding a grudge. That's his own brother. He won't even help him with something. I think he's just cold-hearted by nature and doesn't care about his own family."
Zhao Weiguo paused, turned back to look at her, his eyes sharp. "Help? What kind of help do you want Yu Shen to do?"
He Meng's heart skipped a beat, and she realized that she had let something slip.
Her face paled slightly. "It's...it's just a small matter."
Her reaction and behavior were clearly problematic. Zhao Weiguo frowned and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll call the Beijing Military Region tomorrow and ask Yu Shen."
He Meng was very angry.
I'm angry that he insists on bringing this up, and I'm also angry that he's so heartless towards his son.
In a fit of anger, he plopped down on the sofa, resigned to his fate, and said, "Fine, I'll have him help me transfer Xiao Yu to Beijing."
After saying that, she saw Zhao Weiguo's face turn ugly instantly, and she said righteously, "I love my own son, and besides, Xiao Yu and Mingmei are planning to get married after the New Year. If... wouldn't that delay the wedding?"
Zhao Weiguo slammed his hand on the table. "I think the delay in the wedding is a pretense; you're really afraid your son will go to the battlefield."
He Meng suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "You really admitted it. After the New Year, Xiao Yu and the others will be taken to fight."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. "How could you be so heartless? I only have two sons. If the older one doesn't forgive me, and something happens to the younger one, I won't live anymore."
Rumors of an impending war had been circulating for some time, and He Meng had questioned Zhao Weiguo about it many times, but he always dodged the question and refused to admit it.
Zhao Weiguo, who was about to get angry, felt a little sorry for her when he saw her crying.
She was about twenty years younger than him, and marrying this old man was already a hardship for her. She was also an ordinary woman with little knowledge, so it was understandable that she was frightened when she first heard about the war.
So Zhao Weiguo sat down next to her and awkwardly comforted her, "Don't cry. Who said Xiao Yu would definitely get into trouble? I've seen his training data over the past few months, and he's made great progress. Even if he goes to the battlefield, he'll definitely come back safely."
"Even if there's only a slight risk, I can't let Xiao Yu go." He Meng felt heartbroken just thinking about that possibility.
Her youngest son was her precious child, whom she cherished and protected as he grew up.
If anything happens to her, she won't survive either.
Zhao Weiguo's face tightened, and he said in a rough voice, "Comrade He, as a military family member, you should have a good sense of responsibility."
"The day you promised your son he would join the army, you should be prepared for him to sacrifice himself for the country at any time."
“When war comes, we will be the first and last line of defense. If everyone is as cowardly as you, what will we do?”
Zhao Weiguo practically dissected every reasoning he could to persuade He Meng.
He Meng could understand, but when the burden and responsibility fell on Zhao Yu's shoulders, she couldn't accept it.
Almost pleadingly, she grabbed Zhao Weiguo's hand and said, "One more Xiao Yu won't make a difference, and one less Xiao Yu won't make a difference either. Xiao Yu is your last promising son. You can't just watch him die."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Zhao Weiguo shook off her hand, his tone somewhat disappointed. "My son, Zhao Weiguo's son, can be mediocre, can be useless, but he absolutely cannot be a coward, especially Xiao Yu."
Honor and responsibility are always closely linked.
If everyone thought like He Meng, then this country and this nation would be utterly hopeless.
He Meng acted like a rogue, saying, "I don't care. If anything happens to our son, I'll never forgive you."
Zhao Weiguo was too lazy to waste words with her. He stood up and said, "You were the one who tolerated Xiao Yu's outrageous behavior in the past. If he really dies on the battlefield, then I will acknowledge him as the most promising and courageous son I have ever had."
"Having a son like this is true glory for one's ancestors."
After saying that, he strode upstairs without eating.
Zhao Yu, who happened to be at the door and overheard his parents arguing, clenched his fists, turned around and left home.
On the training field—
"What's gotten into the company commander?"
"The company commander went back for a while and then came back again. He probably hasn't eaten yet."
"Should we send some food to the company commander?"
"Go deliver it."
"I wouldn't dare, the company commander would be furious if he saw it."
The platoon leader in the last row randomly pointed to a soldier to deliver food to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu ran ten laps around the training field, his body drenched in sweat. He gritted his teeth, even though his body told him he should stop and rest for a while, his mind told him to persevere and break through his limits.
"Bang!" He ran with his head down, not looking ahead, and bumped into someone.
The immense impact caused him to fall backward violently.
A pair of large hands pulled him back.
"You're running so fast without watching where you're going, are you trying to kill yourself?" Yang Xun frowned.
If you really fall, it will definitely take at least a month to recover.
Zhao Yu wiped his sweat, his face a little pale. "Battalion Commander."
Yang Xun glanced at him and instructed, "Be careful during training, don't get injured."
Zhao Yu nodded, indicating that he understood.
Seeing that he had taken it to heart, Yang Xun didn't pay any more attention and left directly.
Zhao Yu sat down on the ground with one leg bent, his arm resting on it, looking down at his hand, which he didn't know when it had been scratched.
His expression was somewhat dazed.
Is it really the limit after only ten laps?
Qin Yu ran twenty laps in a row and still seemed to have plenty of energy.
The gap between them was so large that he didn't know how long it would take to catch up.
Maybe I'll never have the chance in this lifetime.
Zhao Yu scoffed, "Why do you have to be so competitive?"
Yes, why do we have to argue with him?
Perhaps it was out of jealousy, or resentment.
"Company Commander." A calm voice came from behind him. Zhao Yu turned around and saw that it was someone from his company.
He asked indifferently, "What is it?"
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