Chapter 89 Thoughts

  Meng Yang's face was painted with camouflage, wearing a combat uniform and boots, all equipment was placed in easy-to-reach positions, fully armed, crawling forward, relying on the cover of tall weeds, suppressing his breathing, his eyes were like torches, using binoculars to observe from a distance The few people patrolling in front, picked up the special communication walkie-talkie: "Is everyone in position?"

  "Reporting back to headquarters, mission accomplished."

  "Reporting back to headquarters, Group B has completed its task."

  "Reporting back to headquarters, Group C's mission is complete."

  One by one, the low-pitched voices sounded, Meng Yang's eyes did not move, considering comprehensive factors such as distance and number of people. His brain was quickly analyzing, without relaxing his vigilance in the slightest. The voice was stern and low, making people believe him from the bottom of their hearts: "All of you, get your spirits up and stay where you are."

  After finishing speaking, he picked up the binoculars again and observed the surrounding environment.

  Lu Nianwen lay on her dormitory bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

  She has been in this state of flipping back and forth for nearly an hour now.

  Of course, she herself did not realize it. Various thoughts churned in her mind, a tangled mess entwined, finally forming a dead knot.

  It's not her fault, actually. When it gets late at night, people tend to become more vulnerable, especially women.

  During the day, she can pretend to be calm and smile and talk because there are still many people around, it's lively, and somewhat dilutes the melancholy in her heart. But when night falls, all sounds cease, and everyone is asleep, all the suppressed emotions of the day seem to erupt like a volcanic eruption, all pouring out.

  What I see in front of me, what I think in my heart is all Meng Yang. I want to try hard to recall things about him, but find that there are only memories of those short ten or so days before.

  "Yangzi, Yangzi." He silently recited this name that had been shouted countless times, never so deeply felt before. What are you doing now? Is the mission very dangerous? Is the opponent very cunning?

  Are you thinking of me? You must always think of me, otherwise it's all over when you come back. No, no, can't think of me, need to focus on completing the task, must pay attention to safety and return safely.

  What to do? It seems like the emotional ups and downs are huge, just one day is enough, I couldn't bear it, for so many days in the future, how am I supposed to get through them? If I can't bear it, what should I do then?

  I'm so scared, Yangzi. You know me. I don't want to be a mother. If what Dad said really comes true, what am I supposed to do? So much helplessness, so many things I don't know how to handle. Sorry, I'm too weak.

  You clearly know how I feel about you, yet I still am like this. The emotions I have, compared to yours, are nothing.

  "I thought I could." Lu Nianwen muttered to herself, her heart bitter beyond compare. As soon as Meng Yang left, she was at a loss for what to do. Those vows and promises now seemed like laughable excuses.

  My mind is a mess. Thoughts are racing, and the knot in my head is getting tighter, oh god, my head hurts.

  "Can't sleep?" He Xinyin, who was lying on the opposite bed, also had no intention of sleeping tonight. She seemed to be affected by her own irritable mood and suddenly asked softly as she turned over again.

  Lu Nianwen was startled by her sudden voice and replied after a daze, "Yeah, I'm not in the mood." She didn't plan to hide it either, so she simply admitted it.

  "You two are really inseparable, like Meng and Jiao, can't be apart for a moment!" He Xin said with a joking tone, trying to lift her mood.