Seeing his son crying pitifully, Lu Jiang immediately put the broken banana into his mouth, and quickly broke off another one from the bunch on the table, peeled it and handed it over. The little one was instantly all smiles. He held it in his hand and started eating it in big bites, holding one in each hand, munching on left and right, thoroughly enjoying it.
Watching his son enjoy the banana, Lu Jiang, knowing Feng Qingxue had plenty in stock, peeled off one himself and was ready to take a bite, only to find Xibao spotted him. He rushed over and stuffed the half-eaten banana in his hand back into Lu Jiang’s hand, seized the whole banana, and ran to hide behind Feng Qingxue.
Feng Qingxue kicked Lu Jiang lightly, "I was talking to you!"
Lu Jiang sighed and was about to talk when his wife said, "Stop saying about the harsh environment and tough conditions. No matter how bad the environment, no matter how tough the conditions, isn’t this where you are? Where you are, there is home."
Lu Jiang’s eyes instantly moistened, "Qingxue..."
"You know, with my space here, tough conditions and harsh environments don’t exist; food, clothing, and shelter are all taken care of." Feng Qingxue pointed at the bananas nearby. She gazed at his gradually recovering face, her voice soft, "As long as I’m here, you eat well, dress warmly, and are strong enough to lead the soldiers. You don’t want me and Xibao to suffer, and I can’t bear for you to be hungry and cold here. I think, even if my father knew, he would want me and Xibao to be by your side."
"If I were in the military district headquarters, I wouldn’t hesitate," Lu Jiang said.
Feng Qingxue was startled, then understood his meaning.
Although they usually refer to the troops here as the military district, the actual headquarters of the military district is not here, but in the capital of Tibet. The cultural troupes under their military district are also there.
Yes, every military district has a cultural troupe, and the one here had been present for more than a decade.
The conditions there are much better than here.
Commander Chen is not the overall commander of the military region, but a commander of the military sub-region. With the rank of Major General, he is stationed in this important military area. Other leaders include the political commissar, deputy commander, deputy political commissar, chief of staff, director of the political department, logistics minister and political commissars, and equipment ministers and political commissars assigned by each department. Feng Qingxue is only begining to understand these details.
The likes of Ye Zhengjun, Lu Jiang, and Zhao Yong are military commanders, with Ye Zhengjun holding rank just below the commander.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingxue looks at him lovingly and smiles faintly, "I believe, you will certainly let me live near the military district headquarters, in the residence of the military district. In the future, you will also have our mother and son live in the grand residence of higher ranks."
Upon hearing these words, Lu Jiang’s eyes lit up, and he hugged her tightly.
"Qingxue, thank you." Thank you for your care, thank you for your support, thank you for your trust.
"Then I’ll apply to join the military!" Feng Qingxue quickly added.
After some deep consideration, Lu Jiang said firmly, "Okay, our family of three will never be separated! Except when I’m on a mission."
Feng Qingxue was overjoyed. Afraid that Lu Jiang might back out, she immediately took out pen and paper, asked Lu Jiang about the format of the application for joining the military, and the couple wrote the application together.
As a family member, she needs to apply and Lu Jiang, stationed in the unit, also has to file a report.
The next morning, Feng Qingxue rushed to submit the application to her unit and patiently waited for the response.
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