Chapter Thirty-Three

  The rain kept falling and the wind didn't stop. Before he knew it, New Year's Eve had arrived, and his wish to return home hadn't come true; for the first time, he spent the new year somewhere other than home.

  The conditions on the ship are limited, and everything is mainly based on canned goods, beef, luncheon meat, vegetable cans, fruit cans, and the person in charge of food has already gotten used to cooking with these ingredients as the main dish, still making it look pretty, but when you eat it, it returns to its original canned appearance.

  But on New Year's Eve, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, no matter how difficult the conditions are, a happy smile should be on everyone's face, and only words of blessing are spoken.

  In the evening, there was a party organized by the warriors themselves, and Lucky and Yu Su were also asked to perform a program each. This made Lucky very embarrassed, after discussing with Yu Su for a long time, the two people finally performed a duet together.

  Good luck didn't say a word, nor did he use any tricks, so he performed the previous act. When this handsome guy with the biggest nose on the entire ship, painted a big white nose and wore a fake small braid to walk onto the stage, everyone below burst out laughing.

  Yu Su's behavior was beyond everyone's expectations, normally a serious person, squatting behind the chair, sometimes imitating a stutter and sometimes a crazy laugh, which made everyone laugh uncontrollably. The main reason is that the contrast was too great, for a moment it was really hard to accept.

  Lucky was dominated by Su Zhi, one moment laughing with his head held high, the next being made a fool of and jumping around in a silly manner.

  They got off the show, and everyone said, "Wow, I didn't expect that! You two actually have such an unknown side!" Luckily, this kid is also a cute guy, pretending to be silly and cute, he's a master at it. This is without any little girls, if there were, they would all be crazy about you.

  They both burst out laughing.

  The party is still going on, luckily sitting below staring at the stage, but my mind has already drifted far away. At this moment, I don't know what my family members are doing, probably watching the Spring Festival Gala. Also, I don't know if my sister-in-law gave birth to a boy or girl, that little guy must be very healthy and beautiful. But without their own Spring Festival, they must feel some sadness, the kind of sadness when there is one less person among the plum blossoms.

  I don't know how Gong Xi spent New Year's in Macau, Gong Xi said his mission was a secret, so maybe he's alone right now looking out the window at the festive lights of thousands of families. He must be thinking of himself, he definitely is. Just like I am now, thinking of him. It's just that we're so far apart, so far that even missing each other feels desolate.

  The surrounding soldiers burst out laughing. Now on the stage were two people performing a crosstalk, fortunately they didn't hear what was being said, just accompanying everyone in laughter.

  "Hey, you're really funny, haha, so funny." The slightly built sailor sitting next to Lucky was holding hands with him and sharing his feelings.

  Lucky nodded twice and turned his head around to chat with Lucky in a familiar tone.

  "I've wanted to be a sailor since I was young, and when I saw the male soldiers wearing naval uniforms and holding steel guns standing by the sea in pictures, I thought it was particularly powerful. So, after graduating from high school, I directly chose to join the army and become a sailor."

  "What about you? Why did you want to be a soldier?"

  Why become a soldier? Luckily, he suddenly remembered that when he signed up for the naval academy, he seemed to say something about defending the country and protecting the coastal borders.

  But was he really for this? Fortunately, I thought that the reason why I chose to take the naval academy exam at the beginning was just to meet with Guan Xi. It was fate's arrangement that allowed me to meet him like this.

  The soldier saw no response for half a day and turned his head back to continue watching the show.

  The phone had completely lost its signal, and he wanted to make a call to his family to say Happy New Year, but it was impossible. He also wanted to give Qiu Xi a call to tell him that he missed him.

  There is also Ming Lang, who also wishes him a happy new year, and doesn't know if he has returned home alone.

  But now all of this can only be kept in mind, silently telling them.

  Typhoon in the South China Sea, weather forecast after news broadcast every day, Xing family is worried every day, don't know if Lucky is safe or not, also can't get in touch.

  Until Ming Lang called them and told them that they wouldn't be able to return for the New Year due to a typhoon, and the plane couldn't take off.

  "Are you all safe? The typhoon is so big, will there be any danger?" Xing's mother almost cried out.

  "Auntie, don't worry, we're all fine. The typhoon may be big, but it's nothing to worry about here. And the troops have prepared a lot of good things for the New Year, everything is delicious. Don't worry."

  "Let luck take the call." The urgent voice trembled like leaves in the wind, accompanied by a rustling sound.

  "Uh, he's not available now, can't answer the phone, he has a task, in a few days, after a few days when he finishes his work I'll let him call you." Minglang also hasn't contacted Lucky for many days. Every time she thinks of that person, her heart feels like it's being twisted by an octopus, the whole heart hurts. But on the surface, she still has to deceive Lucky's mom, letting them feel at ease.

  The lucky mother finally couldn't hold back her tears and cried, saying: "Okay, okay, let Lucky pay attention to rest, let him call when he's not busy, we miss him."

  "Oh, look at you, crying and making the kids laugh." Lucky Dad quickly grabbed the phone and said to Ming Lang: "You all focus on your work over there, don't worry about home. Whether you come back or not doesn't matter, just come back after the New Year's holiday, it's all the same. Make sure to eat well and take care of yourselves."

  "Don't worry, uncle, we will all take good care of ourselves."

  "Wishing you all an early happy new year."

  After comforting the Xing family, he called his own father again. Ming Yizhou was currently worried about some things and didn't show much joy when he received his son's call, but instead hastily instructed a few words before hanging up the phone.

  Minglang borrowed a phone from the troops to make an outside call, which was also due to the face of the Ding family. So Ding Ling guarded outside and came out to see that Ming Lang's expression was not gloomy, guessing that there might be something unpleasant at home, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is there anything going on at home?"

  Ming Lang shook his head and said lightly, "It's nothing."

  "You don't look very happy." After spending a few days together, the two people became good friends. It turned out that they had many common hobbies and interests, and their conversations flowed easily, bringing them much closer together.

  Minglang was silent for a while before speaking: "There's nothing going on at home, I just called Lucky's family first, and they were warm like the spring breeze. Then I called my dad, but he seemed busy and didn't even want to talk to me for more than two sentences. Comparing the two, I felt a bit uncomfortable in my heart."

  Ding Ling understood, she had also experienced this before. When she was young, her parents were always busy. Her father worked at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and was busy dealing with visitors from various countries every day. Her mother was a department head at an oil company at that time, and in short, they were all very busy. At home, there were often only her and the female servant, and she always had a feeling of being neglected and abandoned.

  That feeling is very unpleasant, making the heart feel cold, with no place to belong.

  Ding Ling silently walked forward and hugged Ming Lang.