When Ming Lang and Ming Xu were little, Shan Munan was very strict with them, often lecturing them as they gradually grew up.
The reticent father seed to beco increasingly silent.
Since Shan Mingxu was transferred back to Beijing, he had more chances to return, but Shan Munan still spoke very little.
In fact, Shan Munan was quite worried about Shan Minglang. Shan Mingxu had left in a hurry, and then Yin Shihua had called the unit several tis but couldn’t reach Shan Mingxu...
Even though Shan Mingxu kept saying he was not suffering in the army, and that no dangerous missions were assigned to him...
Actually, Shan Munan knew very well what kind of soldier Shan Mingxu was and what tasks he would usually be sent to perform.
They... are not an ordinary family.
The head of the family is a Great General who has served in the military for a lifeti, how could he not understand the affairs of the army.
It’s just... the kids have grown wings, and they want to fly to the sky they desire.
As parents, we can’t keep them tethered, can we?
Not only can we not tether them, but we also have to cut the string we have held onto since they were little.
Yin Shihua often wakes up startled in the middle of the night, sotis gazing into the distance, her heart full of worry for her sons.
These are the things they cannot express to Shan Mingxu.
They only hope that while he is away, he will take good care of himself.
Just like now, when father and son et, their conversation is so simple, even strangers would say more.
Shan Mingxu seems to have inherited Shan Munan’s temperant, growing more silent as he grows older.
He carried groceries for his father, and they both went inside, one after the other.
"Oh right, Minglang is not ho, he’s been at the hospital with a friend these few days."
Shan Munan suddenly said as if he rembered sothing when stepping into the entryway.
"What friend? Male or female?"
"Male, a very capable young man who helped your aunt a lot."
"...Oh."
Shan Mingxu replied without much thought, although he still felt it was odd that the young man who helped his aunt would need his brother to take care of him?
At the entryway, he changed his shoes, not yet walking in,
"Mingxu?"
Yin Shihua hurriedly ca out to greet him.
Upon seeing his mother, Shan Mingxu opened his arms, and even though Yin Shihua was holding a spatula at the mont, she couldn’t care less and went over to hug her son.
It was quite amusing to think about it.
His mother, so generously virtuous... yet when he and Minglang were young, she often couldn’t tell them apart, even as they grew older she sotis confused them.
He and Minglang did look very alike indeed, and the older they got, the more alike they beca, unlike other twins.
Others grow easier to distinguish as they age, but they beco harder to tell apart.
Well, now there’s no mix-up.
The military uniform seems to have turned into the label of "Mingxu."
"Oh dear, at least let us know before you head back to the army next ti, don’t always leave without a word. It makes mommy so anxious."
Yin Shihua muttered.
Shan Mingxu looked down at his mother’s face raised towards him and smiled,
"Alright!"
His reply was resolute, yet keeping his word was uncertain.
If he were to let them know every ti before leaving ho, wouldn’t that an his mother would nag him each ti?
Nagging would be the least of it, he feared she’d find it hard to let him go and cry...
That would cause quite a commotion.
"Co on in, your clothes sll a bit, change into sothing clean and I’ll cook!"
"Oh, okay."
"Your grandparents are on the second floor, go say hi."
"Mmh."
"By the way, check out what you’d like to eat! It’s good your dad got so groceries today, or there wouldn’t have been much at ho."
Seeing his mother’s excitent, Shan Mingxu quickly put his arm around her shoulders,
"Cook anything, I love whatever you make."
Yin Shihua might have felt she was rambling, smiled,
"Alright."
Shan Mingxu walked through the hallway, glancing around deliberately...
"Looking for sothing?"
"Huh? No, just haven’t been back for a while, seeing if anything’s changed at ho."
Shan Munan passed by casually asking.
Surprisingly, Shan Mingxu stamred a bit in this... unusually long sentence.
The father-son bond, a casual question from Shan Munan was enough to notice the hint of panic and tension in Shan Mingxu’s voice.
Shan Munan was good at understanding people.
This evasive remark from his son made Shan Munan recall sothing...
"Fu Sheng is in the yard."
"Huh? Oh."
Shan Mingxu feigned calmness in his answer, but instead of stepping into the yard, he headed upstairs.
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