When Feng Qinghuan got up the next day, Yan Nanming had already prepared everything. As soon as Feng Qinghuan stepped out of the room, she saw Yan Nanming sitting at the dining table. He looked at Feng Qinghuan who was walking out calmly, looking no different from usual, but she felt a little nervous inexplicably.
Feng Qinghuan pretended to be nothing, greeted Yan Nanming: “Brother Yan, morning.”
Looking at Feng Qinghuan like this, Yan Nanming suddenly didn’t want to tell her the truth, but thought of the subordinates who appeared last night and the father who was now in Beijing who was inexplicably in the situation.
The faces of several people kept changing in front of his eyes. Everything they had experienced in the past on the battlefield, the killed enemies, the fallen companions, the broken bodies around them, and the bright smiles of the villagers of Tenmu Village. After experiencing these in the first thirty years, they turned over one by one in front of him like a page of the book.
In the end, he opened his mouth with difficulty, but his face was still so calm: “Qinghuan, come here first, don’t go to the clinic today, I have something to tell you.”
Looking at Yan Nanming’s calm eyes, Feng Qinghuan’s heart was even more nervous. For some reason, since yesterday, her heart has been panicking and calming her mind. Feng Qinghuan walked over with a small step and asked next to Yan Nanming. She trembled and asked in a trembling voice: “Brother Yan, what do you want to say to me?”
When she really reached this point, Yan Nanming felt relaxed. He told Feng Qinghuan straight: “I think it’s time for me to go back.”
Feng Qinghua was a little anxious when she heard his words, holding her skirt tightly with her hands. She didn’t expect Yan Nanming to leave so early. She thought the two of them had a lot of time to spend together, but now they were about to leave. She asked word by word: “But didn’t you say you had to wait for your martial arts to recover before going back? You haven’t been together yet. Why are you so anxious now?”
Looking at Feng Qinghuan like this, Yan Nanming felt a little reluctant, and stretched out his hand, trying to pat Feng Qinghuan’s shoulder and comfort her, but in the end she stopped in the air hesitantly. Seeing Feng Qinghuan’s sad look, she still slightly closed her hand and slowly put it down.
He knew that he had to go back, and the Four Greats had nothing to hide from him now, so he told Feng Qinghuan all his life experience:
“At the beginning, I really wanted to go back after the New Year with you, but now it’s not possible. My father is seriously ill, and I must go back as soon as possible.”
Feng Qinghuan heard him say this, slowly closed the tears in his eyes, raised his head and looked at Yan Nanming. She suddenly felt that as Yan Nanming continued to talk, it seemed that something was going to change.