Exile of Love 01 The Exile of Young General

  The Exile of Lieutenant General

  "Reporting to Lieutenant General, just received the notification, the commendation ceremony will be held on Friday!" The guard standing behind the man reported in a straight line.

  "Uh, I see!" The man didn't turn around, his low voice was powerful and majestic, he glanced at the motionless back figure, not daring to disturb him further, silently retreating.

  The door closed softly, and the large office was quiet, with some documents neatly arranged on the desk. On a table not far from the desk, there was a miniature topographic map of the entire military region. Above the map on the wall, a large clock ticked away "tick-tock".

  The tall and majestic man seemed to blend into the quiet indoor, after a long time, still standing in front of the window, wearing a deep blue military uniform, his broad back was more impressive than the model on the T-stage, representing strength, his wide shoulders were tense, his deep eyes gazing out at the dense fine rain outside the window. This season in the north really rarely sees this kind of gentle fine rain, this kind of fine rain is most common in my hometown province in the south.

  ……

  "Brother, wait for me..." A silvery voice like a young girl's came floating through the drizzle...

  That day was when Ning Xi resolutely threw everything away and went north to report to the most famous military school.

  Ning's parents, including his grandfather, strongly opposed him going to military school. Given the Ning family's background of three generations in officialdom, even if Ning Xiwei didn't go through that hardship, with his national science champion results, he could choose any key university and select a political or legal major, and after graduation, his future would be boundless.

  Not wanting to hear his parents' nagging, Ning Xi deliberately got up early, taking advantage of the fact that her family was still in a sweet dream, she quietly pulled her luggage to the door, turned around and looked at the spacious living room, her deep eyes covered with complex emotions.

  On the tea table, there is a bouquet of lilies that Ning Zhiyun's younger sister had bought a few days ago. The language of flowers for lilies means "wishes come true". She didn't quite understand her parents' thoughts and just thought going to military school was her brother's choice. So in order to celebrate her brother receiving the admission notice from the military school, she happily went out and bought this bouquet of lilies. Whether it was intentional or not, amidst the pure white lilies were a few sprigs of purple forget-me-nots.

  She didn't know that her brother's real reason for choosing to go to military school was just a self-imposed exile. And the reason for his self-imposed exile, he thought, would never be spoken out in this lifetime!

  Her thick eyebrows furrowed, her gaze lingering on the bouquet for a long time. She still remembered how she handed him the flowers with a radiant smile and sparkling eyes full of joy, saying "Brother, congratulations!"

  Unconsciously, the little girl who was originally as short as a bean sprout had grown to be as tall as his chin, with her fragrant hair tickling his nose tip. Her face, as transparent as jade, flushed red like a water lily, revealing a pure and beautiful smile. Under her willow eyebrows, her big eyes sparkled, and her eyelashes fluttered like a fan, lifting up to reveal in her dark pupils, he clearly saw countless reflections of himself.

  Hurriedly lowering his eyelids, at the age of eighteen, he was more mature and introverted than his peers, but he still hadn't learned to conceal the deep emotions in his eyes. He thought that if her eyes only had him as her brother forever, how great would it be! The extravagant thoughts surged up like a tide at that moment, and for an instant, he almost couldn't control the devil trapped in his heart - wanting to fiercely press her into his own embrace, making her... become his.

  But in the end, the clenched fists stretched out to receive a flower with one hand and gently rubbed her head with the other. "Yun'er, thank you!"

  He leaned in, his lips lightly touching her smooth and cool forehead, but his gaze was fixed on the straight and elegant nose below, and those two slightly upturned, sexy and playful cherry-red lips.

  No mistake, from some time ago, what he actually wanted to rob was her lips!

  Ning Zhiyun's hands, freed from restraint, wrapped around his waist, and he tilted up that beautiful face that left him breathless. This action, repeated countless times, yet again made his heart clench tightly.

  "Brother, I don't want to leave you!" The bright teeth lightly opened, and the clear and pleasant voice had a hint of coquetry, as well as a few words that were like needles, piercing his heart one by one. When separation was so realistically placed in front of him, he was deeply shaken!

  Yuner, how could I bear to part with you?!

  ……

  Ning Xi Wei stood still in front of the door for a few minutes, then shook her head vigorously, trying to bring back her thoughts. Faintly, she could still feel his body temperature and touch on her lips. Biting her sensual lips tightly, her heart skipped a beat as she silently put down her luggage, turned around and walked back into the living room, plucked out a forget-me-not with fluorescent purple petals from a bouquet of flowers, opened her luggage again, carefully placed the purple flower on top of her clothes, before closing it once more.

  For her, he may not be able to say or do anything, but at least this forget-me-not can make him keep it forever, just like he carefully hid her in the most important position in his heart!

  He dragged his suitcase and quietly closed the door. He seemed to have no regrets, taking big strides forward, the garden in front of him was a blur, it was August but a fine rain like spring was falling.

  The raindrops gently stuck to his angular and handsome face, even the thick black eyebrows were covered with tiny raindrops. When he reached the gate, the security guard opened the door and said respectfully: "Young master, have a smooth journey!"

  "Hmm!" His originally introverted personality, with his complicated mood at this time, made him even less willing to deal with others. He coldly walked out of the gate, but when he heard the gate closing behind him, he heard her silvery voice echoing from afar: "Brother, wait for me..."

  Outside the gate, a taxi happened to pass by. He raised his hand and the car screeched to a halt beside him. He darted into the cab as if fleeing.

  As he closed the car door, he still heard her increasingly anxious cries: "Brother, wait for me..."

  "International Airport!" he hastily told the driver.

  The car sped away like an arrow, and he didn't even have the courage to look back. He was deeply afraid that if he looked back, he would never be able to leave again! If it really became like that, what awaited him and her would be a hell from which there would be no escape!

  ……

  An eighteen-year-old boy, for that unrequited love that he thought would never see the light of day, exiled himself like this, and this exile lasted eight years.

  Once, the eighteen-year-old heart that "thumped" in the hot-blooded chest was as soft as a drop of water; but the twenty-six-year-old heart, hidden under the body of a man with a bronze skin and iron armor, is a heart tempered like steel by eight years of uninterrupted special training and piles of arduous tasks.

  "Brother, this Saturday is my graduation day, can you come back for a visit? I miss you!"

  That was the email he received just now, a brief sentence, but that long string of red exclamation marks expressed Ning Zhiyun's strong nostalgia.

  All these years, the military academy and later his career as a soldier allowed him to refuse contact with his family, including her, on various grounds. The only way they could get in touch was through mail!

  She doesn't know, he misses her more! But that's a heart-wrenching thought, not the affection that should be between siblings.

  After the awards ceremony, it's rare for the troops to be given a week's holiday. Is he going back?

  The fine rain outside the window still hasn't stopped, sprinkling on the Brazilian iron tree in front of the window that is as tall as a person. The green needle-shaped leaves are hanging with water droplets like pearls. Just like her tears.

  In his memory, she rarely cried, but the few times he could count on one hand made him heartache as if being branded with a hot iron on his forehead. She never wailed loudly, just bit her teeth and tried to hide the tears that fell from the red corners of her eyes.

  Will she cry for having escaped like this for many years? For this cowardly brother, for this irresponsible brother.

  At eighteen, he couldn't face his feelings for her and could only choose to escape. But now he's different, these years of military school and troop life have tempered his body and mind into iron-like hardness, he's no longer the eighteen-year-old greenhorn.

  Perhaps! He can still pretend to be calm in front of her now!

  His tall figure suddenly turned around, walked quickly to the office desk, picked up the phone, dialed a string of numbers that he could recite with his eyes closed, but this was the first time he had actually pressed the buttons on the phone.

  "Hello! I'm Ning Zhiyun!" The phone rang a few times before it was picked up, and her clear and crisp voice sounded in his ear, the first time he had heard this voice in years, yet as melodious and pleasant as if he were dreaming.

  "Yoon-ah, it's me!" he responded in a low tone.

  "Brother?! Is that really you? Brother!" Ning Zhiyan's voice rose by a full octave, and he could almost imagine the ecstatic expression on her face, with her raised eyebrows shining brightly and adorably.

  "Ah, yes, it's me!" He replied to her with extreme certainty, his tightly furrowed eyebrows relaxed and made his handsome face even more dazzling, the corners of his lips, which were usually tightly pursed, involuntarily curved into a gentle and good-looking arc.

  "Brother, I miss you so much!" Then, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of "drip, drip, drip", just like the sound of raindrops falling on the windowsill outside.

  Could it be...

  "Yuner, brother misses you too! Did you cry?"

  He asked cautiously, his deep eyes full of sympathy. From a young age, he had vowed that whoever made his precious Rong'er cry would be torn to pieces by him, but he never thought that the person who made her cry now was himself.

  "Brother... it's nothing! I'm just too happy!" Her thick nasal tone came through, but she still spoke with the same bravado as before.

  "Yuner, okay! Brother will fly back on Saturday to attend your graduation ceremony, the rest, let's talk about it when we get back, alright?"

  He struggled to suppress his emotions, trying to speak in the calmest tone possible about this news that would absolutely make her ecstatic. He still had a mission ahead of him, and he didn't dare guarantee that if he heard her say something like that again, he could hold on until Saturday to fly back.

  "It's great! Brother, you finally have time to come back! I've been waiting for you! You must remember, okay? Don't be lazy, okay!" She said in a very childish tone, but at the same time was afraid of affecting his work, because as far as she knew, he was involved in highly classified military work.

  "Brother, I'll wait for you on Saturday, bye!"

  "See you on Saturday, bye!"

  ……

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