He looked at her with fervor and longing in his eyes.
"Youyou, do you have paper and a pen?"
"..."
"The TV mentioned a tactic, and I want to write it down."
You... okay.
He Youyou climbed off his lap, tossed him a set of calligraphy brushes and a blank notebook, then turned and went upstairs to sleep.
Zhao Changqing stayed glued to the television for several days, neglecting to eat or sleep.
I watched every military-themed documentary I could find on TV.
After finishing watching, he said to He Youyou with lingering satisfaction, "Youyou, your era is truly remarkable."
He Youyou looked up from behind the computer and said calmly, "I also bought you some books on military theory. Are you interested?"
"have!"
Various e-books were converted to different fonts and then projected onto the TV for his convenience.
Military Strategy, Tactics, Operational Command, Military Operations Research, Military Intelligence, Military Equipment...
From then on, Zhao Changqing began to read books day and night.
He Youyou even found online courses for him, covering military theory, international relations, and ancient warfare history...
It has everything.
When she had free time, He Youyou would take him out to broaden his horizons.
Take a look at the city scenery and cultural landscape.
Take a look at the busy men and women, shuttling through every corner of the city.
When I went on business trips, I would drive him around to different cities.
Military museums in various locations were also a highlight of their trip.
Zhao Changqing stood in front of a huge tank, stunned and speechless for a long time.
His expression held shock, envy, longing, and a touch of melancholy.
He Youyou knew that he was thinking about making a big splash.
She walked over and took his hand: "Missing home? Regretful?"
Zhao Changqing shook his head.
"Youyou, I would have regretted it if I hadn't come. This place is wonderful, it has broadened my horizons. Most importantly, you are here. I can't imagine what I would become without you."
"Oh, so if you had the chance to go back, would you go back?"
Zhao Changqing put his arm around her: "Yes, I will. I'll take you back with me."
"What if... we can never go back?"
Zhao Changqing remained silent, a hint of disappointment in his expression.
After a long while, he calmly said, "Then I'll stay here with you and grow old and die here."
The two lived together for another six months.
In the past six months, He Youyou has often taken him and his family and friends to gatherings.
She also tried to guide him and gradually integrate him into her social circle.
In Z City's business circles, everyone knows that she is keeping a man with stunning good looks and an otherworldly demeanor.
Zhao Changqing lived in He Youyou's house, where he had no worries about food, drink, or entertainment.
However, day after day, He Youyou could still sense the sadness that occasionally emanated from him.
In the middle of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, she came out of her study after finishing a day's work.
I saw that the living room was completely dark, with the lights off.
A person sits quietly by the French windows, watching the bright moon outside.
He Youyou walked over and hugged his neck from behind.
"Why aren't the lights on?" she asked.
Zhao Changqing looked at the starry sky: "Do you remember when we used to admire the moon on the rooftop?"
He Youyou rubbed her face against him: "Yeah, I remember."
"...When will the moon be clear and bright? We share its beauty across a thousand miles. Do you still remember reciting this line of poetry that year?"
He Youyou tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I think I read it before."
Zhao Changqing raised his hand and pinched her cheek, laughing uncontrollably: "I remembered it for so long, but I didn't expect it to be a wrong sentence."
"Was it wrong?" He Youyou asked doubtfully, "I remember it being pronounced like this..."
"No, I saw this poem on TV that day. The original line is 'When will the moon be clear and bright? Let us drink wine together under the blue sky.'"
"Hehe, I've never been good at Chinese since I was little, so it's understandable that I made a mistake."
Zhao Changqing pulled her to sit on his lap.
Looking at the moonlight filling the courtyard, he slowly recited: "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I want to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights... People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning. Nothing in this world is ever perfect. I only wish that we may live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
Silence and darkness merged into one.
After a long while, He Youyou nestled against his chest, her voice low and soft: "Hanzhang, let's have a child."
Zhao Changqing looked at her in surprise: "Didn't you say that pregnancy would affect your work and that you didn't want to have a baby?"
“I’ve changed my mind. In this world, you won’t feel lonely if there’s another blood relative by your side.”
Zhao Changqing hugged her tightly: "Youyou, did you do this for me?"
“I’m doing this for myself. I don’t want a lonely man by my side.”
A kiss landed on her cheek: "Youyou... thank you."
He Youyou jumped off his lap and reached out to pull him: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go make a baby."
A year later, He Youyou gave birth to a daughter.
Zhao Changqing solemnly wrote a name on the paper—Zhao Wenzhi.
He Youyou frowned and asked, "Why does this sound like a boy's name? Zhao Wenyi, Zhao Wenqi, Zhao Wenzhi... Do girls also have generational names?"
Zhao Changqing smiled and said, "My daughter will be included in the family genealogy."
Okay, it's settled then.
Anyway, he's far away now, so the family genealogy can be published separately, and he can write whatever he wants about it. The Imperial Clan Court doesn't know about it and can't interfere.
He Youyou, who wasn't good at Chinese, even looked it up in the dictionary.
Zhi means happiness.
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