Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 39 His Son
There are two portraits enshrined in the room, a man and a woman, all wearing dark green military uniforms, and they are also very young.

It seems that these two are both martyrs who donated to the country in the early years, and they have an unusual relationship with Zhan Moxiao. Are they his former comrades-in-arms?

Ou Lan's expression became serious. No matter how willful and naughty she is, she still knows how to maintain respect in front of the martyrs, because soldiers are sacred and inviolable, whether they are alive or after death.

Their souls represent awe-inspiring righteousness.

After scanning the portraits of the two portraits one by one, she finally set her sights on the photo of the female martyr.

This female martyr is very beautiful and delicate, with a heroic posture between her brows.

She was very young, maybe only 21 or [-] years old when she died.

With the sound of footsteps behind him, Ou Lan suddenly came back to his senses, but before he could get out of the room, Zhan Mo Xiao's tall body had already walked in.

Pressing in like a mountain, Ou Lan felt a strong sense of oppression, and couldn't help shivering and took a step back, "I, I didn't come in on purpose."

Unexpectedly, Zhan Moxiao didn't get angry, but glanced lightly at the portrait on the wall, "Since you've come in, let's offer a stick of incense to my former comrade-in-arms."

"Oh." Ou Lan took the incense obediently.

Zhan Moxiao ignited it for her, then took her hand and walked to the portrait of the male martyr, and introduced to her, "His name is Gong Lie, he is the same age as me, and he was a friendly partner since childhood. He was only 22 years old, he took a bullet for me, and I owe him my life."

As he said that, Zhan Moxiao's eyes turned red, and it could be seen that he had a deep affection for this comrade-in-arms.

Ou Lan smoked incense silently.

Zhan Moxiao lit another stick of incense for her, walked to the portrait of the female martyr and said, "She is Chu Yajie."

Ou Lan suddenly turned to look at him, "Your ex-wife?"

"Well," Zhan Moxiao nodded, "She was also 22 years old when she died, a year later than Gong Lie, and she had just given birth to Ling Tuo at that time."

Ou Lan smoked incense silently, took a step back, "You love your ex-wife very much."

It's not doubt, it's affirmation. She can see the emotion in his eyes.

Zhan Moxiao fixedly looked at Chu Yajie's portrait, and said with complicated eyes, "I love every one of my comrades in arms."

Zhan Lingtuo is the son of Gong Lie and Chu Yajie!

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Until dinner time, Ou Lan didn't mention Zhan Lingtuo's coming to Ailan Castle because he couldn't bear it anymore.

Although she discussed with Lin Ziran that she was only pretending to abuse Zhan Lingtuo in order to annoy Zhan Moxiao to divorce, but after paying respects to Chu Yajie, she didn't want to do it anymore.

To do so is absolutely blasphemy to a martyr.

Martyrs shed blood and sweat for the country when they were alive, and even sacrificed their precious lives. Do they still cry after death?
Ou Lan was very good all afternoon, staying in her room and reading a book quietly.

Before dinner, the maid came up and called her, "Young Madam, Lord Xiao invites you to go down for dinner."

Ou Lan put down her book and went downstairs. Standing on the stairs, she saw a heroic little boy in the living room, about four or five years old, sitting on the sofa chatting with Zhan Mo Xiao about topics she didn't understand.

It seems to be discussing what are the most advanced military weapons at present, and the advantages and disadvantages of these weapons. Well, the little brat seems to be quite insightful, and Zhan Moxiao will nod from time to time to express his praise for his remarks.

Ou Lan stopped unknowingly, and looked at the little boy carefully with her eyes locked. She looked a bit like Chu Yajie. Could it be that he is Zhan Lingtuo, Zhan Moxiao's son?
The father and son look nothing alike.

Suddenly, the little boy looked up at her, his jade-like black eyes were indifferent and arrogant, "What are you looking at, stupid human!"

Ou Lan looked like a green-bellied fly that had been stuffed down his throat, what a brat!

(End of this chapter)