Chapter 670

When she saw the things in the bottom of the table, Qing Ni's eyes lit up: "Finally found it."

"This booklet is quite similar in shape to Mother's diary..."

Looking at the diary booklet she took out, Qing Ni took a deep breath: "But it looks like it should be Miss Caiyi's diary."

As she spoke, Qing Ni flipped through it.

Beside them, Bai Lu and Hearing Su Shang curiously leaned over.

They saw characters that they felt were somewhat unfamiliar.

【Caiyi's Exchange Diary with Lord Yu Kong】

I'm really happy to have the chance to fight side by side with you.

When the grouping list was sent down, I was so nervous I didn't dare to open the file to check, for fear that the two of us wouldn't be assigned together. It's not that I can't bear to part with you, it's just that with your fiery temper, if you were handed over to someone else, I really wouldn't be at ease.

When you reach the battlefield in the future, you must not act recklessly on impulse like you do now; think more about the consequences before you act… Forget it, I won't say any more, lest you complain again that I sound like some old official. In short, we must work together and make the most of our respective strengths,

and write our own legend in the vast sky. I'm looking forward to fighting in the sky with you, looking forward to it so much that I can hardly sleep.

Lord Yu Kong, stop crying. No need to be sad.

Seriously, it's my husband who died, why are you crying more sadly than me?

After fighting for so many years, you are still so full of emotion; I really envy you.

A fighter-ship pilot is a life of nine deaths; having chosen this path, one must be prepared. What's important is not whether we can luckily survive, but whether we can live out the life value of a pilot.

Guangyuan and his partner, two people in one fighter-ship, held off an entire formation of the Borisin. They sacrificed themselves as heroes; for me, that's enough.

I used to hear people say that the greatest happiness in life is being able to choose how to die. From this perspective, for the sake of the Xianzhou Alliance... no, for the sake of all the common people in the galaxy, to spend one's life in battle and eventually die on the battlefield—Guangyuan can probably be considered happy.

Of course, you still shouldn't obtain this kind of happiness; just honestly live for another two hundred years and then die of old age in a hospital bed.

Lord Yu Kong, long time no see. I'm still in the rear on my maternity leave, everything is fine.

Now the war situation is deadlocked, you must be very busy. But when it's convenient, please take the time to write in the exchange diary so that I know you are still safe... and I still have a belly full of words I want to tell you.

First, I'll report one thing to you; I've already decided what to name the child.

Guangyuan actually entrusted me before he died that if it was a boy, he should be named "Feilong," and if it was a girl, she should be named "Feifeng." But this person's literary attainment is about the same as a monkey in the Eternal Hunt Plains; no matter how much we respect the dead, we absolutely cannot follow his wishes and ruin my daughter's life.

So after thinking about it, I finally decided to adopt your plan and name the child "Qing Ni."

"The moon camp opens the shooting garden, the frost banners brush the clear rainbow." It's really rare that you can still flip through poetry collections to make allusions; I thought you only had fighter-ships in your heart.

Don't miss me too much. After I recuperate for a few more months and settle Qing Ni down, I will return to the team as soon as possible. Qing Ni is still so young, and I have to leave her to go to war; how should I put it, I am really an incompetent mother.

However, I also know very well that the front line is not optimistic, and the Borisin are advancing irresistibly. The media is doing its best to stop the spread of panic, but now the entire Luo Fu is filled with an uneasy atmosphere.

However, I believe that the Xianzhou Alliance will definitely be victorious. I believe that warriors like you and me will definitely be able to drive those Abundance people back to their old homes.

Looking forward to us fighting side by side again.

Lord Yu Kong, tomorrow we will rush to a cruel battlefield.

So tonight, there are some things I must entrust to you. (This is probably a bit unlucky, but there's no help for it; who told us never to entrust these things to each other before?)

If you survive and I don't, please take good care of Qing Ni. Take care of her as if she were your own daughter. I know you will definitely do so. All my savings are entrusted

to you; please use them as Qing Ni's living expenses.

No matter what Qing Ni wants to become, please support her with all your might. Merchant, poet, street performer, no matter what she wants to do, it's all fine. But she must not become a fighter-ship pilot.

Please allow me to make an agreement with you without permission: Don't let Qing Ni become a fighter-ship pilot.

When I first joined the army, you once wrote in the exchange diary—the fighter-ship hangs lonely in the air, like a night-sailing ship in the middle of the ocean... I always hear people say that this feeling is called "loneliness." But I would rather call it "freedom."

I especially like this passage. Because I think so too.

But it's enough; "loneliness" or "freedom," you and I have tasted enough.

Promise me, don't let that child touch the sky.

"This!"

Seeing the end of the diary, Bai Lu and Hearing Su Shang widened their eyes.

Lord Yu Kong is actually not a housewife.

No, is Qing Ni not Lord Yu Kong's child?

But Lord Yu Kong's comrade's child.

As for Lord Yu Kong not letting Qing Ni touch flight, it was because of the entrustment of a dead comrade!

Everything is revealed.

Looking at this diary, Bai Lu inexplicably felt a sense of sadness.

Wiping away the few tears that had overflowed from her eye sockets without her knowing, Bai Lu turned her head to look at Qing Ni.

If we talk about feelings, Qing Ni should be the one feeling the most.

Sure enough.

At this moment, Qing Ni, seeing these diary entries, felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her face was extremely pale, and her body was trembling slightly. **Chapter 671**