The crazy daily life of the mistress

Liu Quan knew that his words could not impress Zhan Shuo, so he sighed heavily, his face full of helplessness. Like a deflated ball, Liu Quan stood aside dejectedly, silent, and full of frustration.

Zhan Shuo also closed his lips and stopped talking. His eyes became dull, as if he had turned into a sculpture, motionless.

His hand silently reached for the drawer and gently took out a letter.

The letter was like a locked secret, lying quietly in his hand, as if carrying a thousand pounds of weight.

This letter was sent from the northern border and was signed by Lin Qingliu.

Northern Xinjiang is a place full of memories for Zhan Shuo, and the name Lin Qingliu stirs up endless ripples in his heart.

He stared at the envelope in his hand, as if he could see old friends far away and every detail of the past through it.

The letter was full of praise for Zhan Shijun, using the most beautiful words without reservation, while Zhan Shixuan was only mentioned briefly, as if in passing.

Zhan Shuo glanced at the contents of the letter and couldn't help feeling dissatisfied.

He felt that Lin Qingliu's letter was written too casually and hastily, and did not reflect the sincerity and care that should be put into it.

He picked up the pen and said to Liu Quan, "Grind the ink."

Zhan Shuo was full of curiosity about the situation of Zhan Shixuan in Northern Xinjiang and was eager to know more details.

He wanted to write a letter to Lin Qingliu, asking him to pay more attention to Zhan Shixuan, but he didn't want this concern to seem too abrupt.

So, how should the wording of this letter be cleverly concealed so that it will not be traced?

Lin Qingliu has experienced many years of ups and downs in the Northern Frontier, but he is still only a general. This is more or less related to his own abilities.

Perhaps there was a hint of bitterness and unwillingness in his heart. During these long years, he persevered silently but failed to obtain a higher position and recognition.

Zhan Shuo's attitude towards Lin Qingliu was full of contempt and disdain.

He looked down on Lin Qingliu from the bottom of his heart and thought that he was nothing special. This contempt was not only based on judgment of ability, but also included personal emotions and prejudices.

However, Zhan Shuo may also feel a little helpless in his heart, because Liu Wei has not sent any letter, and he now has no choice but to use Lin Qingliu first.

In this complex relationship, everyone's emotions are intertwined.

Lin Qingliu may feel that his efforts and contributions are ignored, and he also feels dissatisfied and aggrieved by Zhan Shuo's contempt. While Zhan Shuo may be using Lin Qingliu, he also feels a little helpless and conflicted about his helplessness and forced choices.

After thinking for a moment, Zhan Shuo began to write.

With just a few strokes, he portrayed himself as a father who favored his eldest son out of wedlock.

The letter said that the eldest son, Axuan, was weak and ill, and needed General Lin's careful care and personal teaching, while the legitimate son, Shijun, could be left to him to gain experience.

One is A Xuan, the other is Shi Jun. Isn’t this an obvious indication?

Lin Qingliu, he should be able to understand it.

However, whether he can really understand it or whether he is willing to understand it actually makes no essential difference.

Zhan Shuo had no way of knowing that during the several months his two sons had spent in the northern border, they had already developed an extremely deep brotherly bond.

On weekdays, the brothers have a deep friendship, respect and love each other, get along harmoniously, and are full of laughter; during training, they are even more closely connected, supporting each other and sharing the joys and sorrows.

This kind of emotion is as firm as steel, hard and resolute, and will not waver despite the wind and rain; it is also as gentle as flowing water, delicate and long-lasting, quietly nourishing each other's hearts. Their feelings are like bright stars, shining in the vast sky of the northern border, shining brightly and illuminating each other's life path.

In difficult and arduous moments, they held hands tightly, faced challenges together, and wrote the legend of brotherhood with perseverance and courage. Every tacit cooperation and every smile conveyed endless warmth and strength. They are not only comrades-in-arms, but also the most solid support in each other's lives.

As time goes by, this feeling becomes deeper and deeper, just like aged wine, which becomes more mellow. No matter what the weather, they will stick to this brotherhood and jointly protect the sky that belongs to them.