Shan Munan added,
"Go see her, you didn’t really talk to her when you ca back. She seems a bit down."
Shan Mingxu scratched his head, hesitated for a mont, then turned around with a reluctant look,
"Won are troubleso."
"..."
Shan Mingxu walked past Shan Munan and headed to the backyard.
In the early sumr season, the cool evening breeze seed to brush into people’s hearts...
making people feel at ease.
Fu Sheng sat on a bench in the backyard, the yard was a grassy lawn, not ticulously grood by a gardener, just occasionally trimd by family mbers to keep the grass from growing too wildly.
She wore a white dress, sitting on the bench, long hair falling on her shoulders, gently lifted by the wind.
Beside her were two crutches quietly leaning against the bench.
But she wasn’t exactly quiet, humming pop songs.
Fu Sheng’s voice was beautiful, like an oriole...
humming softly, each note of the song seed to float in the air, delightful to the heart.
By the ti Shan Mingxu ca to his senses, he found himself standing there for quite a while.
He lightly cleared his throat.
Fu Sheng quickly turned around, Shan Mingxu wore a facade of indifference, expressionless, in contrast...
In that instant, Fu Sheng’s already dazzling big eyes, upon seeing him, suddenly sparkled like magnificent fireworks in the night sky.
"Ming... Xu!"
"Are you that happy?"
Shan Mingxu’s voice was cool as he walked toward her.
Fu Sheng’s smile resembled ripples stirred in the center of water, slowly spreading wider...
She nodded vigorously, openly expressing her excitent at seeing Shan Mingxu.
Shan Mingxu strolled over, sat beside her, draping one arm on the back of the bench, his long legs naturally crossed, the other hand casually resting on his army green pants...
A wooden bench seed to be imbued with the grandeur of a throne by this carefree, handso young man leaning against it.
"When did you co back? Just arrived? Why didn’t you say anything before leaving last ti, you always sneak away, Auntie was really upset!"
"You’re so nagging."
"..."
Fu Sheng promptly shut her mouth.
Shan Mingxu glanced at her, scanning up and down,
"Can you walk?"
Fu Sheng eagerly nodded, "Yes, I can."
"Take a few steps and show ."
Fu Sheng hurriedly stood up, cautiously straightened her body, then steadily took small steps, one foot in front of the other.
The woman’s face flushed, her slender silhouette stretched long by the setting sun.
After seven or eight steps, she turned to face him, carefully stepping closer with each step...
"Hehe, I haven’t slacked off a single day, I’ve been diligently doing rehabilitation every day, you can rest assured."
As Fu Sheng spoke, she’d already stood once more right in front of Shan Mingxu.
Shan Mingxu patted the spot beside him,
"Sit."
"Hehe, but you haven’t praised yet!"
"Are you a child?"
Shan Mingxu cast a sidelong glance at her.
Fu Sheng furrowed her brows, reluctantly seated herself.
Shan Mingxu turned his head away, muttering without much curiosity, "You walk quite well."
Fu Sheng’s tensed features suddenly relaxed, once again blooming into a flower-like smile.
Her clear, sprite-like dark eyes gazed at the burning clouds on the horizon,
"Wow, the sunset is so beautiful!"
She was beautiful.
Under Fu Sheng’s exclamation lay Shan Mingxu’s admiration.
"By the way, why do you look thinner? Is no one feeding you, or what?"
Suddenly, Shan Mingxu asked irritably, grabbing her hand resting on her dress, bringing it in front of her, shaking her slender wrist,
"What’s the difference between your hand and a bamboo stick?"
"Pig... liver?"
"..."
Shan Mingxu let go of her hand.
Fu Sheng laughed,
"I have been eating seriously. Not only have I been eating seriously every day, but I’ve also learned to cook!"
Shan Mingxu leaned forward, as if hearing sothing unbelievable,
"You? Cook?"
"Yes! I learned it from Auntie."
"..."
Fu Sheng’s eyes sparkled, and dressed in white, she truly seed like a fairy descended to the mortal world.
Her expression was filled with pride.
Shan Mingxu leaned back, resting on the bench as the evening breeze gently blew.
The sound of gunfire that seed to ring in his ears felt like an echo from the last century.
Shan Mingxu had never felt that sitting idly, doing nothing, saying nothing, thinking of nothing... letting ti pass aimlessly like this...
could beco sothing that could fill one’s heart with joy.
Very peaceful...
Shan Mingxu realized that the longer he spent in the military, the more he longed for such peace.
Did it have sothing to do with her...?
Shan Mingxu slightly turned his head, his peripheral vision catching her cascading black hair...
Gradually, that peripheral vision turned to direct gaze, to staring...
When Fu Sheng turned to look at him, he didn’t avert his gaze...
"..."
In that mont, for Fu Sheng, it felt like a sacred ceremony... making her entire heart beat so fiercely it was almost manic.
"Ming..."
Fu Sheng parted her lips to speak, but before the words could co out, Shan Mingxu had already stood up and turned to walk into the house, leaving only a sentence,
"It’ll be ti to eat soon, I’m going to change clothes."
"..."
Her eyes watched the young man who wore that army green with a sense of sanctity, stepping away.
Fu Sheng’s once wildly beating heart gradually cald down.
The eyes that monts ago seed like fireworks blooming now returned to the tranquility of a fleeting teor.
Mmm... ti to eat...
...
Shan Mingxu clenched his fists, he had realized sothing was off with himself!
What the hell was with this heartbeat?
It made him feel so unfamiliar he was scared, to the point of panic and wanting to escape!
Entering the house, he unexpectedly ran into his mother...
His mother quietly looked at him, "You..."
"Mom, weren’t you in the kitchen? What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to call Fu Sheng to get ready for dinner, you’ve already told her, right?"
"Yes."
"Then I won’t call her."
Yin Shihua said.
"I’m going upstairs to change."
As Ming Xu finished speaking, he quickly dashed upstairs, almost wanting to skip three or four steps at a ti.
Yin Shihua stood in place, watching her son’s figure, unconsciously looking toward the yard... at the girl quietly sitting on the bench.
A trace of worry flashed in her eyes.
Yin Shihua pressed her lips tightly, and when she turned around again, her husband ca over, noticing the deep unease in her eyes, asked,
"What’s wrong?"
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