A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Lu Weidong has been getting up exceptionally early these days.

After get off work that day, Wang Hao talked to him again. The two stood by the empty training field, gazing at the vast starry sky above them, and remained silent for a long time.

"Brother Dong."

That day, Wang Hao didn't call him Chief of Staff, but instead used the old nickname they used when they first joined the army together.

That title, I haven't used it in a long time.

Lu Weidong did not respond, but simply turned his head to look at him.

Under the moonlight, Wang Hao's face was outlined with a cold, hard profile. He stared into the darkness in the distance, his eyes holding something indescribable.

"What if something happens to Xiao Ding over there..."

He paused, his voice low.

"I have to do something."

Lu Weidong instinctively wanted to persuade him.

I wanted to persuade him to be rational, to obey the rules, and to tell him, "That's not a place for you."

But when he turned his head, he saw the look in Wang Hao's eyes.

That wasn't a look of hope that "nothing will happen."

That was the look in their eyes, a look that said they were prepared for the worst.

In that war, there was almost nothing that humans could do.

Moreover, they are also bound by discipline, orders, and the duty of soldiers.

He wasn't really sure what Wang Hao meant by "wanting to do something".

Go to the front lines? Impossible. Try to bring Ding Jiahe back? Even more impossible.

All he could do was stand there and wait for news from the other end.

But Wang Hao just stared straight at him, his eyes filled with a very complicated expression.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

In those few seconds, Lu Weidong gradually understood.

This is not an action plan or any kind of arrangement.

This is a feeling, a sense of resentment.

A sense of unwavering commitment: "If something really happens to you, I can't just stand here and do nothing."

Wang Hao didn't know what he could do.

But he couldn't just do nothing, no matter what.

He didn't want to just stay in the same place, waiting for that cold, hard news...

That would be tantamount to nailing him to this spot.

He understood that feeling.

If it were him, if that position belonged to Ye Wenxi...

He was the same, and had even taken action long ago.

In this shadow that looms over everything yet no one mentions, the two men said nothing more and each made their own decisions.

For the sake of that thought in my heart, and for the sake of that responsibility on my shoulders.

From that day on, Lu Weidong would add a set of obstacles for himself before the soldiers went out for morning exercises.

All he can do is guard his position and sharpen his skills.

This is preparation for any eventuality, and also a way of honoring the uniform.

On the training field, Lu Weidong changed into a weighted vest stuffed with sandbags, weighing at least thirty pounds.

He didn't choose the easy obstacles, but went straight to the tallest one.

The first barrier was a high wooden wall, two and a half meters high, smooth and without any handholds.

He took a few steps, pushed off the wall with his feet, grabbed the edge with his hands, twisted his waist and flipped over, landing with snow splashing high into the air.

Without stopping, it charged straight to the next one.

Next came a ladder, which he climbed forward with alternating hands, moving as fast as an ape.

After vaulting over the ladder, roll upon landing to dissipate the impact, then get up and continue running.

...

The last obstacle was a tire wall, taller than a person, with tires stacked in two rows.

He leaped up the edge of the tires, grabbed the top layer, and with a twist of his waist, he cleared the wall.

"Bang"--

With a thud, it landed, followed by a forward roll to dissipate the force.

A series of high-intensity obstacles is a comprehensive test of endurance, explosive power, and physical coordination.

He was a little out of breath after the trip.

He stood in the snow, hands on his knees, for three seconds.

Lu Weidong seemed to be competing with someone, muttering to himself:

"This won't do..."

Then he turned around and ran back.

Let's do it again.

.....

In the center of the spacious cultural hall, on the dance floor.

Warm yellow lights poured down from the dome, spreading a soft halo on the polished terrazzo floor.

As the light and shadow shifted, it was as if the entire dance floor was shrouded in a thin veil.

Ye Wenxi walked towards him with a smile.

She was wearing that beautiful dress, the hem swaying gently with her steps, each step bathed in light.

"Please, Section Chief Su."

Su Feng gently supported her waist with his other hand and lifted her hand with his other hand.

Her slender fingers rested in his palm, carrying a slight warmth.

The music flowed gently as the two twirled in the light and shadow.

The surrounding crowd gradually blurred, receding like the tide.

In the center of the huge dance floor, only the two of them remained, as lights flooded in from all directions, enveloping them.

"Su Feng, do I look good in my dress?"

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a smile.

"Yes, it looks good."

He responded with a smile, his voice very soft, as if afraid of startling something.

They continued to spin, once, twice. Their skirts billowed out like a blooming flower.

"Su Feng..." she called his name again.

The voice was soft, like a feather brushing against the heart.

"Am I pretty?" she asked sweetly, her eyes reflecting his image.

He lowered his head and looked at her. Her face was so close, her eyebrows curved, her smile gentle.

"...nice."

The dance music ended.

The last note faded into the air, and all around fell silent.

But she didn't leave.

She stood in front of him, slowly approaching him, her smile so close it seemed he could feel the warmth of her breath.

His heart skipped a beat.

Then...

He couldn't hold back any longer.

He pulled her into his arms in an instant, tightening his grip as if he wanted to meld her into his bones.

"I've already said I'm not a gentleman!"

As he finished speaking, his gaze fell on her lips. Those slightly parted lips, that softness so close to his.

He bent down.

Kiss her.

But just before it touched...

Su Feng was like a drowning person suddenly surfacing, his eyes snapping open.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead glistened faintly in the moonlight.

The dormitory was dark, with the familiar ceiling overhead and the silent night outside the window.

It took him a long time to process the dream he had just had.

In that instant, he experienced a rollercoaster of emotions.

The joy that seemed within reach in my dream was like finally stepping into the sunlight;

The ensuing frustration and anger...

I felt annoyed that I had such a dream, and angry at myself for being so pathetic. This feeling was like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.

at last...

A bitter laugh.

"Oh..."

The laughter was low and soft, yet it swallowed all the emotions.

He lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling.

Ye Wenxi once said to him, "You won't."

He retorted, "You're wrong."

But at this moment, he finally understood...

She wasn't mistaken.

Even in his dreams, even in places where he could indulge himself, his subconscious, his upbringing, his ingrained sense of propriety...

They pulled him back at the most crucial moment.

Even dreams don't allow him to cross the line.

In the darkness, he closed his eyes, a bitter smile still lingering on his lips.

...

Su Feng glanced at his watch; it was not yet five o'clock.

He didn't lie down again, but got up and went to the bathroom, where he washed himself thoroughly with cold tap water.

The water was poured over my head and onto my face, the icy cold water flowing down my neck and onto my chest.

The water in the depths of winter in Northeast China is so cold it can sting your skin; soaking in it for just a few dozen seconds will cause your skin to turn red and stiff.

But Su Feng seemed oblivious.

The chill did not quench the turmoil in his heart. He turned on the tap and let the icy water wash over his head.

He returned to his dormitory, hastily dried himself off, and changed into his training uniform.

He pushed open the door and headed towards the training ground.

The more you approach the empty snow training field, the more muffled the sounds become: the impact of objects hitting the stakes, the short bursts of force.

He thought it was some elite special forces soldier who had come to train alone so early in the morning.

After walking a few dozen meters further, I could see the person's back clearly.

Lu Weidong stood in front of the wooden dummy, punching it repeatedly.

"Oh..."

He took a few steps closer.

"Who are they competing with?" Su Feng asked from a distance, his hands in his pockets.

Upon hearing the sound, Lu Weidong did not turn around immediately.

Instead, he stopped what he was doing and shook his hands, which were red from hitting.

Lu Weidong raised his chin slightly and pointed at the wooden dummy.

"Treat it as you."