Volume Two: Shadows of the Past Chapter Forty: Receiving the Final Meal
“So, Ruo Han, you live here in Lijing Garden? It’s not far from my residence at the Luxurious Mansion,” Wang Menglan said with a smile as she looked at the residential complex ahead, speaking to Ling Ruo Han.
Ling Ruo Han stepped out of the car and nodded. “Yes, it’s not far at all. Menglan, could you tell Youxuan that when I have time, I’ll come visit her?”
“No problem.”
“Send me a message when you get home,” Chen Jing said, resting one hand on the car window as he spoke to Ling Ruo Han.
“Okay, you all be careful on the way back. Don’t drive too fast. I’m off now, bye-bye.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Afterward, Chen Jing drove Wang Menglan back to the Luxurious Mansion. Earlier, with Ling Ruo Han still present, the three had been chatting and laughing, but now it was just Chen Jing and Wang Menglan, and the car grew silent.
Chen Jing drove quietly the whole way until they reached Menglan’s villa. Each house in this neighborhood had its own designated parking spot, so they could drive right in.
“We’re here,” Chen Jing said as he stopped the car.
Menglan stayed seated for a moment before asking, “Do you want to come up for a bit?”
Chen Jing shook his head. “No, I have to shoot tomorrow, and Youxuan probably hasn’t gone to bed yet. If I go up, she’ll be even less willing to sleep.”
“All right,” Menglan nodded, gathered her things, and got out of the car.
“Be careful on your way back.”
“Got it.” After Chen Jing replied, he was about to roll up the window when Wang Menglan called out to him.
“Ah Jing!” she said, hesitating.
Chen Jing looked at her, puzzled. “What’s up?”
She hesitated a moment, then smiled softly. “Thank you.”
Chen Jing was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. “No need to thank me, Menglan. It’s what I should do.”
Wang Menglan smiled brightly. “Okay then, bye. Remember to send me a message when you get home.”
“Sure, bye.”
Watching Chen Jing’s car drive away, Menglan’s expression dimmed slightly. Why wasn’t he the kind of person she had met before?
Back at the apartment, Chen Jing found that Zhang Jingzhi and Mo Li were already asleep. Fortunately, the soundproofing between rooms was excellent, so he didn’t have to worry about waking them.
He quietly finished washing up, then stood on the balcony drying his hair. He planned to go to bed early, not staying up late to write anything, since he had to shoot the next day.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Checking the time, it was past midnight. At this hour, the only people likely to call were his sister, Xie Yuanshan, or Sun Ruoqing.
Sure enough, the caller ID showed it was Xie Yuanshan.
“Hehe, big brother, have you missed me?” Yuanshan’s familiar greeting came through the phone.
Chen Jing’s eyes softened. “Of course! Have you missed me too, Yuanshan?”
“Of course! I think about you all the time.”
Chen Jing smiled, then casually asked, “Are you heading out on a mission tomorrow?” He knew Yuanshan’s routine well—before every mission, she would call him. In fact, most of their Long Squad did the same, calling someone they cared about before going on a mission. Everyone understood why.
Yuanshan explained casually, “Yes, I’m going out tomorrow. The mission will last quite a while, so I’m worried I won’t have time to call you and you’ll miss me, so I’m calling now.”
Chen Jing frowned slightly. The longer the mission, the more difficult and dangerous it tended to be. But what use was knowing that? All he could do was silently pray for their safe return.
Though his heart was heavy, he kept smiling, saying, “Of course! I’d miss your voice if I couldn’t hear it for so long.”
“Hehe, you’re the best, big brother.”
“So promise me, once you finish the mission, you’ll call me right away.”
“Got it. When I get back, you’ll be the first person I call.” Yuanshan’s voice was calm and steady on the phone…
Boom!!!
An explosion ripped through the air, smoke and dust filling the sky.
Zhao Er struggled up from beneath the rubble, brushing dust from his head. As he came to his senses, he suddenly remembered something and looked to the side. There, Gu An lay motionless beside him.
“Brother An!!” Zhao Er shouted, rushing over to lift Gu An in his arms.
Zhao Er’s hands trembled uncontrollably. Gu An’s feet and one hand were gone, and half his body was a charred, bloody ruin.
“Brother An! Wake up! Wake up!” Zhao Er shook Gu An, unable to accept that the brother who had cared for him all along had died trying to save him.
Suddenly, a faint voice came from Gu An’s lips.
“What… what…?”
Zhao Er, who had been sobbing, suddenly cried out in joy, “Brother An, you’re not dead!” Then, realizing the urgency, he shouted desperately, “Help! Somebody, please! Is anyone there? Help!”
But the surrounding battlefield was engulfed in gunfire and explosions; no one could come to their aid.
Gu An’s eyes fluttered shut again. He shakily stretched out his only remaining hand, grasping Zhao Er’s chest, and weakly said, “Xiao Er…”
Zhao Er bent down, wiping his tears, and said, “I’m here, Brother An. I’m here.”
Gu An spoke haltingly, “Don’t shout… don’t worry about me… mission… counterattack… charge… go!”
“What will you do if I leave?” Zhao Er’s tears fell freely.
Seeing Zhao Er hesitate, Gu An gripped his shirt tightly and shouted, “Do you remember what I taught you?”
Zhao Er gritted his teeth, speaking every word firmly, “To resolutely carry out the mission assigned to me by the team!”
With his last strength, Gu An shouted, “Go!!!”
Zhao Er gently put Gu An down, wiped his tears, picked up the rifle beside him, and turned with a shout, “Little devils, I’m coming for you! Ah!!!” Then, without looking back, he charged forward.
Gu An lay helplessly on the ground, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth…
“My name is Zhao Er!”
“My father was a soldier, my eldest brother is a soldier, so my mother made me become a soldier too.”
“Everything’s gone. The whole village is gone. My mother is gone too…”
Snap!
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