Looking at Xia Lan and Qin Yu, Yang Ziye really didn't know what to talk to them about. Knowing that they were Du Lao's apprentices, he braced himself and extended his hand to Qin Yu.
"Yang Ziye".
"Qin Yu." Qin Yu and Xia Lan exchanged a glance, then Qin Yu looked at Yang Ziye and said.
"..." Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.
Seeing Xia Lan's awkward expression, she couldn't help but chuckle.
"If there's nothing to talk about, don't bother trying to find a topic. Sit down!"
Xia Lan chuckled and invited Yang Ziye to sit down.
Yang Ziye glanced at Xia Lan and then actually sat down.
"Do you even know who these people are?" Yang Ziye really wanted to know what they were thinking. Did they know what kind of people the old men in this pavilion were?
These two don't seem to care at all?
"Master's friends? They must all be top-tier figures?" Xia Lan sat next to Fang Chen and chuckled at Yang Ziye.
"And yet you can still sit here so calmly? If you knew any one of them, you could all make a name for yourselves in the capital..."
Yang Ziye raised an eyebrow, looking at Xia Lan and Qin Yu's nonchalant expressions, and felt particularly uncomfortable.
"Well..." Xia Lan chuckled, she really didn't care.
"To me, they are my master's friends, and they are also my grandfathers. As for currying favor, forget it! We are not in your circle to begin with, so why should we force our way in? First, we are easily looked down upon, and second, we are tired of living, so we should just stay in our own comfort zone."
Xia Lan waved her hand. All she wanted was to live a simple, happy life with Qin Yu, to sleep with a top-notch male god, to build a career, and to live a simple life. Wasn't that wonderful?
Forcing yourself into a circle that doesn't suit you is exhausting.
She chose to give up and quit.
Qin Yu glanced at Xia Lan, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"My life is even simpler. I'll be wherever my wife is. I'll just stay with her and live a simple life."
Qin Yu's words infuriated Yang Ziye. How could a man be so spineless?
"How could you think like that? You are a man. A man should have lofty ideals. He should either defend his country or do his part for the nation no matter what."
Yang Ziye spoke with great fervor, as if not serving one's country would make one a parasite on society.
Xia Lan looked at Yang Ziye with deep eyes and asked slowly.
"So what have you done for the country?"
Seeing that Yang Zihua was almost twenty years old, not young anymore, and speaking with such confidence, placing himself on a high ground, she wondered what he had actually done for the country.
Yang Ziye froze, and mumbled something.
“I want to join the army, but my grandma absolutely refuses to let me.”
He wanted to serve his country and go to the border. His grandfather also said that joining the army was the best shortcut.
But his grandmother and mother at home couldn't resist, and they kept arguing and making a fuss, refusing to let him go.
As a result, he is still just an ordinary office worker, unable to fulfill any of his ambitions, and feels extremely frustrated.
His friends who are the same age as him have either joined the army, done research and development, or gone abroad to study. He, on the other hand, can only stay here.
Today, I had another argument with my mom about joining the army.
Grandpa brought him out just to help him relax.
"I thought you had done something extraordinary!"
Xia Lan blinked. Otherwise, how could she be so arrogant and dare to look down on Qin Yu?
"You! And what did you all do? I may not have succeeded, but at least I had ideals."
Yang Ziye raised his voice, feeling that they looked down on him.
Xia Lan glanced at Yang Ziye speechlessly.
"Who doesn't have ideals? Go on the street and grab anyone, and they'll all say that their ideal is to be a useful member of society."
"So what you just said..."
Yang Ziye's momentum weakened, and Xia Lan said calmly.
"Anyone can talk, but how many people can actually do it? How much do you really know about my brother Yu? What gives you the right to look down on him? Do you know anything about his past? You know nothing, yet you've already made a judgment about him, thinking he's someone without ambition or ideals?"
Xia Lan's face darkened, her smile vanished, and her imposing aura was fully revealed.
Yang Ziye paused, then pursed his lips. "Isn't that right? He just said it himself, he only wants to stay by your side, isn't that enough?"
Xia Lan was truly angry. She looked at Qin Yu, who patted her hand, signaling her to calm down and not to hold a grudge against Yang Ziye.
He didn't care.
Xia Lan pursed her lips, looking unhappy.
"You may not care, but I do. What right does he have to say that to you!"
Qin Yu rubbed Xia Lan's head, and Xia Lan pulled Qin Yu up, glaring fiercely at Yang Ziye.
"Hey you, surnamed Yang, look carefully!"
Xia Lan's sudden loud voice attracted the attention of Elder Du and the others. When they turned around, they saw Xia Lan lift up Qin Yu's shirt.
Qin Yu paused, instinctively wanting to stop her, and grabbed her slender wrist. But when he met Xia Lan's gaze, he had no choice but to let go silently, allowing Xia Lan to lift up his clothes.
On his dark skin, large and small old scars were exposed to everyone's eyes...
Everyone fell silent.
There is only one possibility for such a scar.
That was Qin Yu, a soldier who survived on the battlefield and became a hero.
“…” Yang Ziye fell silent.
Looking at Qin Yu's wounds, he couldn't imagine how tragic the scene must have been when Qin Yu was injured, or how he survived the battlefield.
These were all unknown to Yang Ziye, but they were also what he had always been looking forward to.
He always thought he would return in glory one day, but he never thought that he might be injured or die under enemy fire. He naively thought he could come back from the battlefield.
Qin Yu's scars were something he could only dream of.
Not only Yang Ziye, but also Old Du, Old Wang, Old Yang and others fell silent.
His scars made them look at Qin Yu in a different light.
"See that? That's what honor is! He has already fulfilled his ideal of serving his country. Now his task is to take good care of me!"
Xia Lan looked at Yang Ziye with displeasure.
Qin Yu glanced at Xia Lan and put down his clothes.
Qin Yu patted Xia Lan's head and shook his head.
"That's all in the past."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Yang Ziye was shocked; he really hadn't expected this.
While being shocked, a certain belief in his heart grew stronger and stronger: if Qin Yu could do it, why couldn't he?
Yang Ziye sincerely apologized to Qin Yu.
"It's okay, don't blame my wife, she didn't do it on purpose."
Qin Yu smiled at Yang Ziye and patted him on the shoulder.
"Having ideals is a good thing. I didn't have a choice, but you are different."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
