Exile of love 51 brother, have you been happy these years?

  Brother, have you been happy all these years?

  Ning Zhiyun's enthusiasm was immediately extinguished by the scene in front of him, which was like a time-traveling scenario, as he stepped into his brother's dormitory, which was even more humble than the Ning family servants' quarters.

  She didn't sit down, but walked to the wardrobe and opened the door. Inside, there were only a few dark blue military uniforms hanging coldly. She thought of her brother having a special dressing room at home, just like hers, filled with branded clothes in their sizes, along with different shoes and accessories. Those clothes weren't bought by the siblings themselves, but were prepared by Zhuang Yufei's instructions to Huang Guoxing.

  Although Ning Pei and her husband spent little time with their two children as they grew up, they showed their concern for them as parents through abundant material supplies. However, this overly superficial and flashy materialism was never taken seriously by the siblings.

  Ning Xi silently stood behind his sister, inside were only a few sets of clothes, but his sister stared at these clothes for a long time without saying a word. For this younger sister he had watched grow up since childhood, how could he not see through her thoughts? He knew she was heartbroken! His hands covered hers, and with the momentum, he closed the wardrobe door, his large hands wrapped around her slender hands, his arm from behind held her in his own embrace, it was unclear whether it was to comfort her or his true inner thoughts.

  "Sister, inner richness is the realm I want to pursue." This official language is quite understated, actually it's just trying to cover up many substantial issues.

  However, Ning Zhiyun occasionally looked dazed, in fact, most of them were just her pretending to be dazed. In the past, she couldn't peek into her brother's life, so she couldn't comment on her brother's dreams. But when she really stood here and felt everything here, she couldn't help but feel suspicious. She turned her head and glanced at her brother, with incomprehension and doubt filling her eyes.

  If he was a wild child like a wild horse since childhood, and liked the profession of being a soldier, she could understand. But his personality is cold and quiet, with little to no trace of the hot-blooded characteristics that a soldier should have. Looking at him now, although his skin has turned golden brown, his sharp eyebrows, deep eyes, straight nose bridge, thin lips, and cold face give off an air of being a high-class young master, far removed from the rough and tough image that a soldier should have.

  If she said he chose this profession because of his admiration for his father, who was a military man, she would understand. But her brother had never really gotten along with their dad since childhood, and the two could spend an entire day together without exchanging a single word. And as his closest sister, it seemed like his dream of becoming a soldier came out of nowhere one night. Yet this idea that only occurred to him overnight was enough for him to leave home and not return for eight years, even if it meant fighting with their parents until their faces turned black.

  Ning Xiwei only saw her sister seemingly deep in thought, apparently extremely dissatisfied with his official explanation. She wrapped her arms around her sister and retreated a few steps. In this narrow room, the back of his legs were already against the bed frame. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a thud, and Ning Zhiyun was passively seated on his lap by him.

  Ning Zhiyun pulled out his right hand, which was still holding hers, and gently stroked the thick calluses on his palm with his fingertips. These hands, eight years ago, had been round and plump, with long, slender fingers that often played beautiful melodies on the black and white keys, but now they were covered in old calluses - could they still move nimbly over the keyboard?

  "Brother, is this kind of life really what you wanted to live, even if it means leaving me and the Ning family? Have you been happy all these years?"

  Ning Zhiyun's serious and persistent questioning began.

  For the past eight years, every time she misses her brother, she can't help but question whether being a soldier is really worth it for him to pursue his dream at the cost of abandoning his dear little sister.

  "Brother, I know, I'm selfish and childish. Before you went to military school, I always thought you would be with me forever. But you just left me like that, for eight whole years. I couldn't understand why you would yearn for and be so devoted to this kind of life."

  Ning Zhiyun's heart ached for her brother, but she still wanted to understand him, just as she hoped others would understand her own persistence in becoming a singer.

  Ning Xi Wei rested her chin on her head, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her breath. Inwardly, she was like a stormy sea with waves surging in her heart. At an angle where her sister couldn't see, she furrowed her brow and lightly bit her lip, deep in thought.

  Whether it was his sister's heartache or her problem, it made him feel like he had been hit on the head!

  But can he calmly tell her the answer to this question?

  And he, all these years, was he happy?

  He had asked himself that countless times, when the piles of superhuman training pressed down on him like a mountain, and sweat combined with the acid pain all over his body from extreme exercise accompanied him every day. Was he happy on such days?

  Day and night, he devoted himself to the design and testing of the defense system. Those sleepless days, his brain and even the blood in his bones were filled with thoughts, was he happy?

  Years have passed, stuck in the military school, stuck on the base, like a madman filling his life with countless things, avoiding contact with family members, and even avoiding meeting or talking to his sister. Was he happy those days?

  After several years, Ning Xiyu became the youngest lieutenant general in the base and also the youngest deputy commander of the division. Now, Ning Xiyu is the most popular and sought-after talent in the base, but after having all these, is he really happy?

  Endless nights, even with a body exhausted from intense training, lying on a hard bed, he couldn't help but think of the figure that had been suppressed deep in his heart, savoring the bitter thoughts that he couldn't shake off. Was he happy like this?

  He did not forget that when he took over the rank of lieutenant general, which countless predecessors could only exchange for their lives, his heart indeed had a kind of settling feeling. When he heard that he was promoted to deputy commander of the Third Division, he also felt that the weight on his shoulders had increased by countless times.

  But should these honors and powers have brought him endless joy?

  Before, he had never thought about it carefully, but now, upon careful consideration, compared to that day when he saw his dear sister in the crowd at L University, she suddenly turned around in the crowd, among countless strangers, and only showed him that hint of a smile, the shock and madness of that moment, all rationality and fortresses were easily defeated by that smile.

  Like this, simply holding her lightly, he was happy and joyful! It seemed that this simple happiness was much more important than all the things others dreamed of!