The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

"Will you object?" Lu Mingzheng obviously hadn't thought about this question.

Won't……

Zhu Xiaomin was a little frustrated and sighed: "Lu Mingzheng, even if you know I won't object, you still have to discuss it with me."

Lu Mingzheng said innocently: "Since you don't object, I'll just do it and save you the trouble."

"You..." Zhu Xiaomin laughed at him and poked his chest again, "Whether I agree or not is one thing, and whether you discuss it with me is another. Lu Mingzheng, don't you understand? This is my business. If you don't communicate or discuss it with me, I will be angry."

Will you be angry?

Lu Mingzheng was a little flustered. Although he didn't understand why he had to discuss something he would obviously agree to, he still nodded hurriedly: "I...I understand. I will definitely discuss it with you first next time."

Well, although this guy was indeed not sharp enough in this regard, considering his good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Zhu Xiaomin decided to let him go first, and then asked about Mrs. Jiang.

Lu Mingzheng then said, "Mrs. Jiang's husband died while saving people in a flood. She herself has no job and left two children. Although there is a pension, it is all gone."

"When we were in the recruit camp, our instructor and her husband were comrades-in-arms, and they would take care of her through the troops. She often brought vegetables to us, and we had several encounters. She was diligent and down-to-earth, and we knew her inside out."

"After I knew you were pregnant, I started thinking about the right person. It was when I was communicating with my comrades in the recruit camp that I thought of her. I wrote to the instructor to ask if she was willing to come and help."

At this time, hiring a nanny at home would be considered class oppression and bourgeois thinking, so no one, whether from Lu Mingzheng or the instructor, mentioned remuneration. But it was also tacitly understood that Lu Mingzheng would not let her work for free.

But this money will only be given to her as a gift in the end.

That's what happened.

Zhu Xiaomin thought about it and felt relieved with such a background. She nodded slightly, but then asked, "She came to us, where are her two children?"

Lu Mingzheng sighed, "She was originally from the countryside, and later followed the army into the city. Now her older child is already in school, and the military wife there is helping to take care of him, and the younger one has been sent back to her parents' home in the village."

Being able to follow the army, her husband was at least an officer of the battalion level or above, and things should have been getting better and better in the future.

Zhu Xiaomin felt a little upset, nodded, and held his hand tightly: "I understand."

After finishing this matter, Lu Mingzheng felt half relieved. Seeing that school was about to start, he booked a ticket in advance and prepared to go back to school.

The day before he left, Zhu Xiaomin watched him pack his luggage. She wanted to say something several times but stopped herself. Finally, she sighed, hugged him, and said softly, "Mingzheng, things are unpredictable. There are many things that we cannot control. If...if something bad happens, don't be too sad."

In a few days, the bad news would come, just like the situation at the beginning of the year. She remembered the pain he felt then.

Lu Mingzheng didn't understand what she was saying. He was a little panicked and hugged her tightly, saying, "Xiaomin, don't let your imagination run wild. Nothing is so unpredictable. We will be fine. When you are about to give birth, I will definitely rush back. I can take a few days off from school."

What is he thinking?

Zhu Xiaomin was speechless, but she had no way to explain, so she could only nod: "Well, the children and I will wait for you to come back."

Lu Mingzheng walked away, looking back every few steps, and there appeared a Jiang Sao beside Zhu Xiaomin.

Mrs. Jiang was 32 years old. She was a clean and hardworking woman. Every day when Zhu Xiaomin and He Lanfang got up, there was already boiled hot water and prepared breakfast in the stove.

At noon, the two of them would eat in the cafeteria and would not come back. When they came back in the evening, they would often have prepared the ingredients that Zhu Xiaomin liked.

Sometimes Zhu Xiaomin felt helpless and advised her: "We can eat breakfast on the way out. We don't have to get up so early to make it. The same goes for the evening. We may not come back, so if we come back, just buy it on the way."

Mrs. Jiang just smiled and said, "I'm just preparing it. If you want to eat, eat it. If you don't want to eat, don't eat it."

Zhu Xiaomin had no choice but to let her do it.

And in daily contact, I also got to know about Mrs. Jiang's family affairs bit by bit.

Mrs. Jiang was petite, a typical girl from the southern water village. Her village was separated from her husband’s by only a river. The boys from the two villages had been playing water fights across the river with their bare butts since they were young, and the girls would shyly hide and peek.

She and her husband met at that time. The boy would sneak over in the middle of a water fight, pull her away, and take her to pick bird eggs.

Later, when she was older and wanted to find her husband, the boy came to her and told her that he wanted to marry her.

So she became his wife. She was eighteen years old that year.

In the second year of their marriage, the grown-up boy joined the army.

In the fourth year, he was promoted and she happily ran to celebrate for him.

In the fifth year, they had their first child, a boy who looked exactly like his father when he was a child.

In the tenth year, he was promoted to deputy battalion commander, and she followed the army with her children.

In the eleventh year, they had their second child, a girl who looked exactly like her when she was a child.

In the twelfth year, he died. They were all thirty years old that year, and he stopped there.

Speaking of this, Mrs. Jiang had a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes.

Now, the man is gone, but in her hands are his dozen heavy military medals.

She never regretted marrying him at any time, not even now.

Are all military families separated from each other more often than they are together?

Thinking of her and Lu Mingzheng's previous life, Zhu Xiaomin held the cup, took a big sip of water, and whispered: "I think he is very happy."

Although life is short, their marriage, where they spend little time together, is filled with companionship and sweetness, far better than her and Lu Mingzheng's previous life.

Mrs. Jiang looked at her and said sincerely, "Xiaomin, you will too." Seeing her looking at him, she smiled shyly, "When I was in the recruit camp, I heard him talk about you. He said that before he met you, he had never thought about getting married."

is it?

Zhu Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, a little dazed.

Yes, Lu Mingzheng, who was so cold, ran to the village again and again for her, and even tried his best to persuade her to say sweet words to him, which showed his sincerity.

So...what about the previous life?

This thought popped up in her mind, but she quickly suppressed it, shook her head slightly, and said with a smile: "We are different from you."

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "The past circumstances are different, but I will be happy in the future."

She is more confident than them.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and stopped talking about this topic, but the relationship between the two became closer.

On September 9, when the news came, even Zhu Xiaomin, who had experienced this once before, was still overwhelmed by great sadness. She stood in the office and observed a moment of silence with everyone, thinking about the old man's magnificent life.