On the way to escape famine, my parents divorced

Chapter 574 Perhaps, the answer varies from person to person and is never the same.

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In the evening, Jiang Huai returned from school, his face showing a hint of fatigue, but when he saw Li Xiatian, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He washed his hands first, and then naturally took the plate from Li Xiatian's hand.

Seeing Jiang Huai's considerate actions, Li Xiatian hesitated for a long time before finally speaking to him in a low voice, "Husband, I heard that my sister went to look for Shiyue, saying she wants to join the women's army camp."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huai nodded, his tone calm: "Yes, that's a good thing."

My eldest sister has a strong personality and is indeed suited for military service.

It's good that she'll help out in October.

Li Xiatian observed Jiang Huai's expression and cautiously asked, "Then do you think I can also..."

Li Xiatian found it difficult to say what she wanted to say.

She knew her body well; it was fine before she had children, and now, after so many years, she had eaten all sorts of good food and hadn't been overworked much.
In the past few months, Zheng Meiniang has been busy visiting Li Qiutian because Li Qiutian had just given birth.
In fact, in the past, Zheng Meiniang had always helped Li Xiatian share the burden of raising children.

However, even so, her body still couldn't keep up; if she exerted herself even a little, she would fall behind.

Unbeknownst to Li Xiatian, Li Shiyue had even secretly added Rejuvenation Pills to the water Li Xiatian drank.

However, whether it was due to the ineffectiveness of the Rejuvenation Pill or Li Xiatian's physical condition, the entire Rejuvenation Pill was swallowed by Li Xiatian, and it only made him feel like an ordinary person when he was not overworked.

Li Xiatian will never be as strong and healthy as she was before giving birth.

At this moment, Jiang Huai, being an extremely intelligent man, immediately understood what Li Xiatian meant by his unfinished words.

Jiang Huai paused slightly in his chopsticks, then looked up at Li Xiatian, his gaze gentle yet unwavering: "Xiatian, you are different from your eldest sister."

He sighed softly, put down his chopsticks, got up and walked to Li Xiatian's side, holding her hand: "Your vital energy was depleted during childbirth. Although you have received treatment, your constitution is still somewhat weak."

Military life is tough, how can you endure it?

Furthermore, Pingping and An'an are still so young, they can't be left alone for even a moment.

"The school is newly established, and I am very busy with other matters. If you are not at home, it will be very difficult to run the school."

He paused, his voice becoming softer yet more realistic: "I know you may envy your elder sister, but managing a household and raising children is also a heavy responsibility, and it is also doing your part for the country."

Our children are the hope for the future.

Raising them to adulthood is also an important 'battle'.
Right now, your family needs you more.

As Li Xiatian listened to Jiang Huai's words and saw the tenderness and unwavering authority in his eyes, the tiny flame that had just begun to ignite in her heart seemed to be slowly extinguished by a basin of warm water. It wasn't hot, but it left her feeling a helpless chill.

Yes, her body wasn't as strong as Li Qiutian's, and the children were still young. Jiang Huai needed her to protect the family. All the reasons were so sufficient and reasonable that she had no room to refute them.

Li Xiatian lowered her head, looking at her hands that had just been used to cook, and then at the two innocent sleeping faces lying on the bed. In the end, she buried that flutter in her heart.

Li Xiatian raised her head and nodded slightly to Jiang Huai, her voice barely audible: "I know, my husband."

I was just saying it offhand.

Jiang Huai smiled with relief and put his arm around Li Xiatian's shoulder: "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"Once the children are older and the school is more stable, if you still want to do anything, I will definitely support you."

Li Xiatian leaned against Jiang Huai's chest and didn't say anything more.

But when the night was deep and quiet, she listened to Jiang Huai's steady breathing beside her and looked at the dark night sky outside the window, but she could not fall asleep for a long time.

Jiang Huai's breathing was even and deep; he had already drifted off to sleep.

Li Xiatian kept her eyes open. She knew that Jiang Huai's words were all reasonable and came from his consideration and care.

Pingping and An'an were still so small, their soft bodies relying on her. At night, when they were separated from her and could not see her, they would cry anxiously.

Moreover, with the school newly established in Jian'an, Jiang Huai is busy all day long. If she were to leave as well, wouldn't the family fall into chaos?

Li Qiutian is Li Qiutian, and she is herself. With her current physical condition, she probably wouldn't even be able to endure the most basic drills in the women's army camp. Wouldn't that just cause trouble for Shiyue and Li Qiutian?
“Managing a household and raising children is a heavy responsibility, and it is also a way of contributing to the country and the family.”

Our children are the hope for the future.

Jiang Huai's gentle words rang in my ears again.

Yes, this is an important "battle," a silent but long battle.

Li Xiatian gently turned to the side, using the dim light coming in from the window to gaze at the two children sleeping in the small bed beside her.

An'an's small, flat fists were loosely clenched and rested on her cheeks, her eyelashes like two small fans, casting soft shadows.

Her heart was instantly filled with a soft, tingling sensation.

This is her flesh and blood, her treasure; how could she bear to leave it?

We should wait until Pingping and An'an are over five years old before thinking about sending them to school.

Li Xiatian silently calculated. Five years sounds like a long time, but seeing her child change every day, it might just be a blink of an eye.

By then, the children will no longer need their mother so constantly, and perhaps she will be able to spare some time to do something.

Li Xiatian didn't know either.

But the flame in my heart, extinguished by the lukewarm water, didn't seem to be completely extinguished; a faint spark remained, stubbornly flickering.

Besides, she really loves this family.

She cherished the memory of tidying Jiang Huai's clothes and seeing him off every morning.

I cherish the time I spend playing and frolicking with my children;
I cherish the warmth of a family of four sitting around a table for dinner at dusk;

She even cherishes the mundane act of getting up at night to tuck the blankets into her child's bed.

Military life is tough, and she can only go home once every ten days or half a month. What should she do when she misses her children?

Jiang Huai is busy with school. What if he comes back and there is no one to prepare a hot soup or a hot meal for him?

Jiang Huai was ultimately not like Qin Fen, who could revolve around the stove and children.

This family needs her to be here, to steadily protect it.

Li Xiatian knew that people are different.

A road has been embarked on by some, and though it is full of thorns, it leads to a vast world.

The other path, warm and peaceful, is confined within a square courtyard, day after day.

Along this road, there is the tenderness and care of a son-in-law, the innocent laughter of children, and the everyday warmth of life—all of which are real and precious.

She was not unhappy.

The logic was clear and straightforward; she seemed to have no choice, yet she also seemed to have already made her choice.

But why is it that the sense of loss and bitterness in my heart cannot be shaken off, and instead becomes clearer in the still of the night?
Where exactly does the path for women lie?

Perhaps the answer varies from person to person and is never the same.

For her now, the path may lie within this courtyard, in the daily routine of being a wife and mother, and in the time spent waiting for her children to grow up.

She tucked the blankets around the children again, her movements gentle, as if they were the most precious porcelain in the world.

Then she closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

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