Chapter 129: Cannot Say

Zhang Qian took An Yinan, Beibei, and Yun Shen to the room next door, where Beibei carefully asked An Yinan if she was suffering or tired.

An Yinan asked about their grades.

Meanwhile, in the office.

"The report from the hospital came back; before you were treated, the bleeding had already stopped, but there were no traces of sutures or bandages, nor any medical intervention. How do you explain this?" Mo Kun handed over the report, and Chen Xun took it to look closely.

In truth, he had known what was going on for a long time, but he could not expose his own wife.

"I cannot say." Chen Xun looked at Mo Kun.

Mo Kun was somewhat incredulous, "You cannot say?"

"We are soldiers; at any time, we should be subject to the scrutiny of the Party and the country. Chen Xun, do not forget your status."

Chen Xun thought for a moment, looking at the angry superior, "It was a Small Silver Pill. Don't ask me how I obtained it; I truly cannot say."

Mo Kun stared at Chen Xun, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A Small Silver Pill, and he cannot say.

Given Chen Xun's military training, he would not do such a thing.

That meant the consequences were something he could not afford to bear.

In that case, "Does it have to do with Nan Nan?"

Chen Xun remained expressionless, not even showing the slightest tension, and did not answer.

Mo Kun found it somewhat amusing, "In the Northern Camp, I am still the one who calls the shots."

Chen Xun remained standing, saying nothing.

Mo Kun was so angry he laughed, "Are you saying you don't even trust me?"

Chen Xun smiled, his body remaining in a relaxed state, "I wouldn't dare."

"Hmph, I think you dare quite a lot, kid." Mo Kun gave a cold snort, "No wonder the Secretary is full of complaints. In the few years I've been away, you bunch of rascals have grown quite bold. Is your skin itching for a beating?"

Chen Xun, in the office, acted as if he were in his own home and found a seat to sit down, "How does the higher-up intend to handle this matter?"

Seeing him act as if he were not an outsider, Mo Kun's anger turned into amusement. These were children he had watched grow up, so he naturally knew what kind of temperament he had; if he did not want to say something, no one could pry his mouth open.

"This thing is of great significance; naturally, it must be kept in our own hands. I'm afraid it won't be easy for the higher-ups to handle." Mo Kun was not afraid of Chen Xun knowing the details, and he had never thought of forcing him to hand it over.

However, this method of stopping bleeding was of too great importance to the military and the country. If the news leaked, I am afraid the intelligence networks of various countries would all be set in motion.

After the two of them spent over an hour probing each other, Chen Xun took An Yinan home.

Beibei and Yun Shen also went along, feeling the cold courtyard and the snow filling their eyes.

"Sister, in a while, Aunt Peng says she will take me and Yun Shen to Beijing to study." Beibei looked at An Yinan.

After a year of growth, the little fellow had grown quite a bit taller, and his entire temperament was no longer silent or timid.

Rather than silent, it was more like profound.

Although he still did not like to talk much, every word he said hit the mark. It was not out of fear of speaking, but a matter of habit.

An Yinan nodded, "What are your thoughts?"

Beibei and Yun Shen looked at each other, "Yun Shen and I both feel that the sky in Beijing is broader. We can build a better foundation there. We are young now, and there is plenty of room for effort and Development Economics."

They were two children who had just turned ten, but the words they spoke were nothing like children.

They had their own ideas and thoughts.

An Yinan ruffled their hair. Ever since she had transmigrated, she and Beibei had relied on each other for survival, but now they had to separate. She did not have much time left in Quanshui Village, and they would all strive for their own futures.

"Good, do what you think is right. I am here for everything else." An Yinan smiled.

Compared to staying cooped up with her in Quanshui Village, going to Beijing was indeed the best method.

And in three years, she would also take the exam to go to Beijing.

The siblings would reunite in Beijing.

That night, An Yinan gave Beibei three hundred yuan, fifty of which were in small change, and the rest in ten-yuan bills.

Placed together, it was a very thick stack.

"These are the Grain Coupons, Sugar Coupons, and Non-staple Food Coupons I've saved. Buy whatever you want; don't worry about money. You know Sister's salary is very high."

"If anything happens, write to Sister. If it's very urgent, call Xunge."

"If you have any thoughts, don't keep them bottled up inside. You are my only relative in this world; Sister cannot accept anything happening to you."

An Yinan instructed slowly, every word filled with care.

Beibei was as obedient as usual, listening silently and recording it silently.

But as he listened, he hugged An Yinan.

"Sister, I will take good care of myself, and you must take good care of yourself too." Since coming to Quanshui Village and getting to know Huzi, Yun Shen, and Xiaoshitou, Beibei had become less dependent on her, and the little boy's temperament had gradually stabilized.

This action surprised An Yinan, and she gently patted his back.

"I will. We will all be very, very well." An Yinan comforted him.

She also did not want to leave Beibei. It was fine to arrange for Beibei to go to school in Quanshui Village, but when she took the exam to go to Beijing, her own files would naturally be transferred to Beijing, while Beibei's files were still in the County where he was born.

This time, Aunt Peng and Mo Shu were also acting out of kindness by arranging for Beibei to go to Beijing in advance, making it convenient for the siblings to reunite.

Beibei slowly returned to calm, his face carrying a hint of shy redness, "Sister, don't worry about me."

An Yinan ruffled his hair; there would be fewer and fewer opportunities in the future, "Good, Sister will go to Beijing every year."

"Really?" Beibei's eyes lit up.

An Yinan nodded solemnly. No matter how far the distance was, going to Beijing once a year was her bottom line.

"Good, Sister, I will wait for you in Beijing, and I will work hard to complete my studies and learn more knowledge." Beibei seemed to have let go of his worries; he was happy and ran into the house to read after he finished speaking.

Children seem to gradually get used to parting, despite their initial reluctance.

Yet the adults remain where they are, constantly looking back.

A few days later, Mo Kun and the Secretary arrived at Chen Xun's Xiao Yuan.

"When are you two going to get your marriage certificate?" Mo Shu sipped his Lapsang Souchong, warming himself by the stove with great satisfaction; looking at it this way, Xiao Yuan was indeed comfortable.

He should take advantage of the fact that there were few people staying at Xiao Yuan and hurry to apply for one himself when he got back.

In the future, when his wife and son were resting, they could come over to stay, saving them from having to sleep in cold beds upstairs.

The Secretary held the teacup, smelling the tea's fragrance, with an expression as if he couldn't bear to take a sip.

An Yinan saw this and immediately understood; Zhang Qian had mentioned before that there was a Leader in the military who particularly liked tea, and especially loved black tea.

He counted the tea leaves by the strand every day when brewing, terrified that one day his tea craving would strike, but the tea leaves would be gone.

An Yinan shook her head, "That depends on his arrangements."