Volume 1: Lucky Era Chapter 10: The Hero of the Mule

  He himself didn't think about whether he was a fool or not, Xu Sanduo just wanted to listen to his father's words and live a good life. Basically, except for doing his own job well, Xu Sanduo wasn't very concerned about his own life, he only thought about how to live a good life. However, the fact that he didn't care about his own life didn't mean he was the same with others, in fact, he had always been very concerned about other people's lives. People and things, whether he understood or not, he would always look at them seriously and think about them seriously. Xu Sanduo also felt that this time he was very lucky, he deeply knew that "volunteering" wasn't his true intention. At the critical moment, the wind suddenly picked up and brought him to the front of everyone. This strange phenomenon, how could it appear, and how could it happen at that exact time, he thought about it seriously, but couldn't understand it. However, fortunately, this time didn't bring shame to the third squad or the seventh company, which made Xu Sanduo feel very happy. That was his character, not seeking merit but seeking no fault, content with being ordinary.

  Xu Sanduo became a hero tonight, and heroes should enjoy the treatment they deserve. Lin Jianbing gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and decided to go all out, accompanying this group of people to madness. So Xu Sanduo was enthusiastically pushed into the bathroom, and then everyone came together for a communal bath. The unity spirit of Class 3 finally showed itself for the first time. Xu Sanduo looked through the blurry water at each face, and suddenly felt a warm feeling. Ah, this is home, he finally found a word to describe this place. At this moment, he smiled brightly, his heart throbbing with excitement.

  Amidst the joy, Xu Sanduo didn't forget to think of Murong Liuyue, because Murong Liuyue wasn't present here. Everyone seemed to have gotten used to Murong Liuyue's non-existence, for them, it was as if he had never appeared from start to finish, so it didn't affect their lives. But Xu Sanduo was different, he always remembered Murong Liuyue, and he really wanted Murong Liuyue to be here too, to share the happiness with everyone. A surge of inexpressible loss quietly attacked his heart, Xu Sanduo secretly told himself that he must help Murong Liuyue, help him also enjoy the warmth of home here.

  The originally bustling campsite had quieted down, and the night had also quieted down. Murong Liuyue walked quietly, his eyes wandering aimlessly, blending in perfectly with the warm moonlit night.

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  Murong Liu Nian suddenly stopped in his tracks and stepped on a patch of fallen leaves.

  The girl with unparalleled elegance finally turned around, saw Murong Liuyue and her clever eyes suddenly sparkled with light. She then ran over lightly, her clever eyes filled with deep emotions, yet she didn't say a word but seemed to speak a thousand words.

  They just quietly looked at each other, both clearly hearing the sound of each other's heartbeat, as if they really did have a fate from the Three Lives Stone. In this life, even without words, they could know what the other was thinking and feeling. Finally, it was Murong Liuxian who coughed, scaring away this silent understanding.

  Murong Liuyan said: "You say I am your man?"

  Just like at first, his voice was full of magnetism, making you unable to resist.

  This gentle girl is of course Li Sang.

  She should have returned to the training ground with her sisters, but for some reason she wanted to stay behind, feeling that she could see that man again, and it really came true. Maybe it's really a little bit of telepathy.

  Having found a very satisfactory answer, Li Sang's mood quickly cleared up and he nodded: "Hmm."

  If someone else had heard Li Sang suddenly and inexplicably say "You are my man", they might not think they were dreaming, but rather that Li Sang was mentally ill. But Mu Rong Liu Nian wouldn't think that way, he came to find her precisely because he wanted an answer.

  "Why?" It seemed that he found it unbelievable that he would say these three words, Murong Liu lightly shook his head and smiled, "What evidence do you have?"

  "Grandpa He Lian said, we are destined to be together."

  "Grandpa Hélán?"

  "Hmm." Lisan nodded and said, "May I know your name?"

  Murong Liuyan smiled and did not directly answer Lisan's words. His smile was in no way inferior to Lisan's, which surprised Lisan greatly.

  "Do you believe?"

  Li Sang nodded vigorously, indicating deep certainty. Whatever Grandpa He Lian said, she believed. At the age of three, Grandpa He Lian said that little Li Sang would be weak and sickly in the future, but now even a slight breeze seemed to blow her away. At the age of seven, Grandpa He Lian said that ugly duckling Li Sang would be like Lin Daiyu, captivating everyone's heart, and now Li Sang was indeed as lovely as a lotus flower, loved by all who saw her.

  "Are you willing too?"

  Li Sang was stunned, she had indeed only thought of believing He Lian's words before, and hadn't considered whether or not she would be willing to let that man become her own. However, after a moment's reflection, she felt at ease again - since He Lian had said so, it must be true, and she should listen to He Lian's words. Thus, looking at Murong Liu Nian once more, she nodded in agreement again.

  Murong Liuyan slightly furrowed his brow and stopped talking. His gaze was casual, making it impossible to discern where his focus lay.

  Lisang suddenly said with difficulty: "Can I promise Lisang that from now on, don't frown? Lisang feels heartache."

  Murong Liuyan looked at Lisan, then smiled slightly, with a smile that was intoxicating yet impossible to fathom.

  "If we meet again at the Three Lives Stone, tell Lisan my name, okay?"

  Li Sang nodded in agreement, gazing deeply at Murong Liu Nian for a moment before turning to leave resolutely. She too was curious whether there really was a fate tied to the Three Lives Stone. She was an obedient girl, but not one lacking wisdom - otherwise Grandfather wouldn't have called her Zhìlán Huìxīn (Intelligent and Wise). She knew when to do what, with her own thoughts, so even though Grandfather and the family strongly opposed it, she still chose to come here, ready to live freely for once, rather than living in a sealed greenhouse where even a cough was feared to disturb the family's sweet dreams.

  Watching Li Sang gradually move further away, the cough that was intentionally concealed but still made a sound caused Mu Rong Liu Nian to slightly furrow his brow again. This time it was because of pity.

  After the dark night, the sunshine is still brilliant. The family worries about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and the troops are worried about training people to train weapons to protect the country and protect their homes. It is said that the mission of soldiers is to defend their homes and safeguard their country. So from the moment they put on their green uniforms, their purpose was clear, and all their efforts were directed towards one direction.

  Last night, the wind rolled up the remaining clouds, and today, the thunder is motionless. Soldiers are like this, no matter if the sky had collapsed in the previous moment, at this moment they are still lined up waiting for orders, doing what they should do without any delay or hesitation. Although the new recruits are not yet qualified soldiers, after coming here for a few days, they have been more or less infected with the decisiveness and obedience of soldiers.

  The days are back on track, of course, to continue training. The training for new recruits is not fresh, generally those who have attended junior high school and participated in military training have had contact with that content. The difference is only in the intensity of the training. How to stand upright, so that the wind blows and doesn't move, thunder strikes and doesn't shake; how to stabilize the horse step, so that people push and don't move; if you tidy up your military appearance, so that rain wets and doesn't lean; how to rectify internal affairs, so that flies climb up and slide down... The basic training that can cast a foundation for soldiers is just these tedious but essential exercises. One by one, correct one by one, repeat one by one, until the instructor is satisfied. One two three four five, fighting like a tiger.

  Lin Jianbing started to get a headache again, wondering why that night had passed so quickly, and how Xu Sanduo had suddenly transformed from a princess in a fairy tale to Cinderella yearning for glass slippers. Xu Sanduo was like someone under a spell, and after the magic wore off, she would naturally return to her original state. Lin Jianbing was like an ant on a hot pot, very anxious. The other classes in the same batch had almost all started their third stage of training, with the exceptionally excellent ones having basically completed all the training indicators, while they were still lingering in the first stage. The excellent class's banner had been passed around to each class, but it had not yet reached the door of Class 3, Battalion 7. Attention, turn, step in unison... Lin Jianbing had to repeat the slogans many times every day, but the effect was not proportional to the amount of saliva he spat out, and Xu Sanduo still smiled at him with all her might, revealing her white teeth.

  Lin Jianbing thought to himself, "I can't go on like this, I have to catch up with the progress first." So after a long time, the seven consecutive shifts finally made it through the basic training of the second phase. This feeling was even more exciting for Lin Jianbing than watching "The Great Leap Forward".

  Although Xu Sanduo's performance was clearly dragging behind, it wasn't enough to hold back the entire class. Lin Jianbing had no confidence in the others, who were all lazy and only did the bare minimum required by the training program, without any extra self-imposed demands. This phenomenon was like they were just going through the motions, getting by with minimal effort, which made Lin Jianbing worry if they really learned anything at times.

  Ma Liancheng was summoned to the troop department early in the morning, and both the troop commander and the troop staff officer asked him, what was the name of the soldier who showed his face last night. After asking, they also gave instructions that after the new recruit training period is over, no matter what, this soldier must be kept behind, and implicitly, there are plans to focus on cultivating that soldier.

  Ma Liancheng probably thought of this too, and it might have something to do with the big shot from last night. After returning from the team department, he immediately went to the training ground. It's good that someone acknowledges one's own troops, but one's own troops must be worthy of others' recognition. What's left should be a horse, not a stupid donkey that still can't walk until now.

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