The several sacks they brought with them were all for Mr. Mo, while Mo Junhua only had his military backpack, and Lan Tian just had her small bag—really, there wasn’t much to pack up.
Mo Junhua headed to the balcony, brought in their clothes, stuffed his uniform into the military backpack, and casually took out a few sets of Lan Tian’s clothes.
Lan Tian glanced at her clothes on the bed and looked at Mo Junhua, "What does this mean?"
After tidying up the military backpack, Mo Junhua pulled Lan Tian to sit down, and raised his hand to tidy the strands of hair by her temples.
"Before, it was just me, so it didn’t matter how I lived. To make training easier, I often stayed with the other soldiers in the barracks. You didn’t have a place to stay."
"You didn’t have your own room?" Lan Tian raised her brow at him.
That’s not right! In her past life when she followed him to the military, Mo Junhua had his own place—otherwise, how could she have come to the base? Or could it be that Mo Junhua didn’t really want her to go?
Mo Junhua truly did not want her to go, but Lan Tian didn’t mind.
Mo Junhua pinched Lan Tian’s nose, clearly, the girl did not believe him, a punishment was due.
"At my rank, the army always provides housing. I mentioned earlier, it used to be just me, and wherever I stayed was just that. The army assigned a two-bedroom, one-living-room house, but for just one person it felt too empty; I would rather live in the barracks."
Lan Tian looked down and hummed.
"Now that we’re married, naturally it’s different. I have to think about our future, make sure you have a comfortable place to live, an easy life, a better life. I haven’t been to that house in a while, and I don’t know what condition it’s in. I’ll go back first to tidy up and clean, let it air out, and after a while, we can move in."
This time Lan Tian looked up at him, "Just like that?"
Mo Junhua watched Lan Tian with amusement, "What else did you think? Once everything at home is sorted, I’ll come back for you."
Lan Tian took a look at Mo Junhua, it would be good for him to leave, then at night, she would have time to refine the Thunder Stone. Indifferently, she said, "Since you’ve made up your mind, just do as you said. I’m easy."
Whether it’s Mo Junhua’s family or Mr. Mo’s house, neither is her own home. Lan Tian has never seen herself as the owner, she sees herself as a guest, just staying temporarily, it doesn’t matter whose house she stays in.
Mo Junhua had almost finished packing his things and was ready to leave with his backpack on. Lan Tian walked him out.
Only Mr. Mo was in the garden, Wu Zongyu, Lin Guohao, and a few others were nowhere to be seen. Since Mo Junhua was leaving, naturally he had to say goodbye to his grandfather, so the two headed over to Mr. Mo.
Mr. Mo looked toward them and saw Mo Junhua holding a wrapped bundle, a flash of surprise in his eyes, "What’s this?"
"I’ve come to say goodbye to Grandpa. I’m heading back to the base."
"Back to the base? So soon? Not going to stay a few more days?" Mr. Mo looked at Lan Tian.
"Today is my last day of leave, I need to rush back to the base, and start regular training tomorrow, it’s too late to come back tomorrow. The house has been unoccupied for a while, it’s rather untidy, unfit for living. Lan Tian will stay here for a few days, while I get everything sorted, then I’ll come back for her."
Mr. Mo fell silent for a moment before saying, "That’s fine."
Just now, another call came from Beijing, the patient’s condition is very pessimistic, urging him to come earlier. Hearing Wu Hongfei, this time he had to go, time was pressing, if he didn’t get there soon, they were going to send someone from Shanghai to fetch him. Mr. Mo had already promised to leave tomorrow afternoon, arrive in Beijing at night, rest for one night, and go to see the patient’s condition the day after tomorrow.
"This is the girl’s home, you can head back to the base with ease. Grandpa Lin and his family are all elders here, they will take good care of the girl. Don’t worry, go on!"
"Grandpa, I’m leaving," Mo Junhua bade farewell to the old man.
"Grandpa, I’ll walk him out." Watching the two walking away, Mr. Mo smiled with squinted eyes, pleased with the young couple’s affection—it meant he might get to cuddle a great-grandson. Humming a tune, he squinted and took a sip of tea.
"No need to walk me further, I’ll take the bus from the station. You go back inside, the sun is strong outside."
Lan Tian walked him to the gate, where Mo Junhua told her to go back inside. Lan Tian didn’t plan to walk him any further. Standing at the gate, she handed Mo Junhua a net bag filled with a few jars—jars of the spicy pickled vegetables Zhao Li had made.
"Take this with you. My aunt made it for you to have with meals."
Mo Junhua did not refuse and put it into his military backpack, patted Lan Tian’s head, and said, "Don’t overthink, I’ll come back for you soon. Go inside, I’ll leave once you’re in."
Lan Tian nodded, turned, and went back inside. Mo Junhua watched until Lan Tian’s figure disappeared, then with his backpack slung, he strode off.