Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1488: Chapter 1488 Delivering a Message

”Lin Sheng, you’ve chatted with them so much?”

”Yeah. They’re good people. You know my dream has always been to join the army. One is a regimental commander, and the other is a battalion commander—both military officials. To have been able to meet them in my lifetime... it just feels so worthwhile...” As Lin Sheng spoke, the light in his eyes faded.

For him, people like him were not meant to have dreams.

”I’m sorry, Lin Sheng...” Mu Mian said guiltily, looking at him, ”It’s all my dad’s fault.”

”And my dad’s too,” Lin Sheng’s voice deepened, ”But maybe, that’s just my fate.”

The atmosphere grew heavy.

The two young people, once joyful, now felt like they were crushed under a heavy stone. This topic couldn’t be broached lightly; it hurt every time it was mentioned.

After a long silence, Lin Sheng was the first to speak.

”Mianmian, do you have any paper and pen? Brother Qin said he wanted to send a letter home. Let his family know he’s safe.”

”I do, but... I can’t deliver the letter for him,” Mu Mian said.

”Why?” Lin Sheng didn’t understand.

”My dad doesn’t agree. You know why we live in these desolate hills. We could have lived in the village, but instead moved out here to the hillside. I want to deliver the letter for him, but even though I hate my dad, he’s the only family I have left in this world,” Mu Mian explained.

”I’ll go,” Lin Sheng looked at her, ”I’ll deliver the letter. Don’t worry. I’ll be careful and won’t cause you or Uncle Mu any trouble.”

”Then...”

”Mianmian. Do you trust me?”

”I... trust you,” Mu Mian said firmly.

”Then let me deliver the letter. It’ll inform his family sooner about his situation. And it’ll help us get away as soon as possible.” Lin Sheng held Mu Mian’s hand tightly as he spoke.

”Okay then,” Mu Mian finally nodded in agreement.

She got up, took a piece of paper and a notebook from her bag hanging on the wall, and handed them to Lin Sheng: ”Here. Go give it to them. Let them write the letter.”

”Alright. I’ll go right now,” Lin Sheng took them.

When Lin Sheng handed the paper and pen to Qin Jian, Qin Jian smiled, his lips stretching into a grin.

For days, his mood had not been this good.

”Regimental commander, write a letter for me to Shuangshuang as well. Don’t let her worry about me,” Tian Niu craned his neck eagerly, watching Qin Jian write, afraid he would only write to An Hao and not to Shuangshuang.

”Don’t worry. I won’t forget you,” Qin Jian said with a smile.

Seeing the joy emerge as the two soldiers wrote, Lin Sheng felt that he was doing something very meaningful.

Qin Jian finished the letters, folded them neatly, and handed them to Lin Sheng: ”Lin Sheng, I’m troubling you with this.”

”It’s no trouble at all. I’ll make sure it gets delivered,” Lin Sheng responded, ”Right, could you please give me the addresses? So I can find the place when I get there.”

The Qin family quickly tore off a piece of paper and wrote down an address: ”This is it. You just hand the envelope to the sentinel when you get there.”

”Okay,” Lin Sheng agreed, ”Tomorrow is New Year’s Day. I’ll go first thing in the morning.”

”Thank you so much,” Qin Jian thanked him once more.

”Thank for what? It’s my honor to do something for you. Just wait for my news; I’ll make sure the letter gets there tomorrow,” Lin Sheng promised, patting his chest.