Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême - Chapitre 136
I started to walk inside. Zi Mo grabbed me: "Eleven, let me explain."
"No need, it's no longer necessary." The old man was in a relatively good mood.
I waved his hand away and walked towards my little house.
Zi Mo stood there, looking much more haggard.
The mansion was spotless, showing no sign of a grand wedding. The servants were trembling with fear, showing no joy whatsoever.
The atmosphere is good, keep it up.
I asked Xiaocao to boil water. I took a bath to cleanse myself. I didn't like Chouqian leaving me with these questions.
Zi Mo stood outside the door, waiting for me to speak.
Just wait, sit in silence for a month, and I might consider forgiving you.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, and dusk gives way to dawn...
The cycle of life turns, and laughter and tears come in turn...
"I love taking baths, my skin feels so good, oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
My dear, fly slowly, watch out for the thorny roses ahead.
Darling, let's dance; in our dreams, the fragrance of flowers will never fade into darkness.
I forgot the lyrics.
Thinking of you in the dark night, I think of your face.
Sleepless nights
Tell me you miss me a thousand times.
Tell me everything will come true
Thinking of you in the dark night, I think of your face.
Sleepless nights
Tell me you also have trouble sleeping
Tell me you also hope I'll appear—oh—oh!
"Open the door on the 11th."
It's not open.
"eleven."
Go ahead and shout!
Make sure everyone hears it.
[Main Text: Fearless]
My father and eldest brother arrived. I stood in the crowd to greet them, my heart pounding with excitement and boundless ambition.
I look forward to going to the battlefield with you, and fighting side by side with you.
He was on horseback, but looked forlorn. He must be thinking of that person. I haven't seen him in a long time either; how is he now?
I didn't ask my older brother; even if I did, he wouldn't answer me.
...
He slept alone, with no one guarding the camp. I didn't see him speak while he was stationed here. Did he dislike the people here, or was he simply too proud? But this is the battlefield—a place for brothers-in-arms. He couldn't possibly be unaware of how important the image of a soldier is to the others.
I asked my father if we should remind my eldest brother, and he shook his head.
I didn't interrupt. I had no right to speak at home, and I certainly didn't have the right to offer him advice in the military.
The border army hadn't actually moved, and the other side had only stationed troops. No one was moving, and neither side was willing to move. This wasn't like my father's style. I even felt that this battle was very strange.
The eldest brother also noticed the problem and asked his father, "Why are you so calm?"
"Isn't peace good? Do you want bloodshed and destruction?"
"father!"
"This is a military camp."
"I want to go back."
"How dare you!" the father roared in fury.
The eldest brother was the culmination of his father's life's work. In his heart, the eldest brother was his successor, a hero who would die on the battlefield like him, not a prince returning home.
He must miss that person, otherwise he wouldn't have gone back.
When he came, I saw the same fatherly fervor in his eyes.
Although his elder brother had a bad temper, he wouldn't disregard military discipline. He didn't leave, nor did he leave the camp.
Every time I looked at him from outside the tent, he was writing a letter.