“She knows what’s most important for her, what she can give up, and what things can put aside temporarily. We took care of her, and it was also because that child was worth it to be taken care of; she has the talent, the sense of responsibility, and was a child who was going to do big things. If she really couldn’t be redeemed, we too wouldn’t have cultivated her to this end.”
Principal Chen didn’t have any intention of taking credit. Instead, he said very calmly, neither was he concerned of Director Chai misunderstanding anything.
That’s how it came to be; why did the Old Uncle — a Chief Master Sergeant — wanted to cultivate Ye Jian? Firstly, it was because of Ye Jian’s mother. Secondly, the little lass was already sensible and wasn’t the cowardly and useless person of the past; thirdly, she had the abilities and talents.
While he was also similar, if it wasn’t because little lass Ye had the ability, had the talent, he wouldn’t have risked the danger of his identity being exposed to cultivate her.
At the time, they truly thought that way.
However, after spending more time with the little lass, the more they discovered there was a rare and precious quality from the little lass, she knows good from evil, and her heart was filled with righteousness.
She never complained during training; even if her body was aching with pain, she’d endure it with gritted teeth.
Little lass Ye, once spent enough time with her, you’ll know that she was a well and beloved girl.
After all, Director Chai still didn’t know Ye Jian well. Still, her spirit of solving problems last time had imprinted an extremely deep impression; that’s why, when Principal Chen talked about Ye Jian’s everything, he also felt that was the true Ye Jian.
He had no idea why he believed it just like that, probably because this was the so-called ‘love for a person extending to the crows on their roof.’
“Cyan comes from blue but surpasses blue; that girl is much more impressive than her mother, that was also Red Plum’s wish.” Director Chai chuckled lightly; a faint gentleness surfaced in the corner of his eyes for a second, but it was pulled away very quickly, leaving behind a wipe of sharpness, “It’s a pity Red Plum couldn’t see it! If she was still alive and could look at how her daughter had made such a name for herself, how delighted would she be.”
From his suddenly changing expression, Principal Chen noticed something, he hadn’t met Ye Jian’s mother himself. Still, from what the Old Uncle told him, all of the girl’s miles away from her couldn’t even compare against her; when she enlisted, and joined a unit filled with male soldiers, an excellent girl would always have plenty of male soldiers admiring her.
Just like little lass Ye, just a few days ago, Regimental Commander Liu joked about the veterans from Shanghai who had been ruthlessly defeated by Ye Jian in the past; one of them applied for a college and had specially asked about Ye Jian’s personal information from him, and said lofty words like wanting to get Ye Jian’s hand.
The more hilarious thing was, this Shanghai soldier’s family members were actually supporting him, all of them called the instructor. They hoped for the unit to give them a hand, so their son could get himself a girlfriend without a hiccup.
It had been so many years past, yet he still held it in his heart, which was also a kind of burden; Principal Chen couldn’t help but to pat on Director Chai’s shoulder, “Little Lass Ye goes to the Heroes’ Cemetery often to visit her mother, she’s a filial child, and also much stronger than what we imagine.”
“But there are plenty more things that she had done, for example, finding out the true culprit behind Red Plum’s death was.”
The melancholy discussion had suddenly turned sharp with Director Chai’s sudden statement, the retired veteran who was in his middle-age, Director Chai who was now the Director of Tongzhou City’s Bureau of Public Security met Principal Chen’s eyes with a blazing look, “Older Brother, the reason I came this time, was to tell Ye Jian, her mother’s death was true, but if it wasn’t because someone had leaked her identity, Red Plum would have never died.”
The firewood was still burning vigorously, the head irradiating from it basked their bodies in an extremely comfortable and warm temperature, occasionally sparks would fly, and the red sparkles traveled through the air before dissipating.
