"What are you looking at?"

In the staggered living room, Wang Chengxi took a bottle of water from the kitchen and turned back, and what he saw was his friend staring at the computer screen with a solemn expression.

"Nothing."

The sound of a mouse click.

He walked over and saw only a minimized QQ chat box and a strange smile on his friend's lips.

Wang Chengxi couldn't help but suddenly, "I'm chatting with the girls who are 'pretending to be high', 'opening their eyes and talking nonsense', and 'a bunch of crooked truths' in your mouth." ”

Ming Yuyan turned her head to look at him helplessly.

"Aren't these all the things you said?" Wang Chengxi took a sip of water leisurely, noticed the mobile phone he was resting next to, and couldn't help but remind, "Finals, are you hanging up?" ”

Only then did he remember that he was still eating chicken, and the boy couldn't help but stuff his mobile phone into his arms, "You help me call." ”

"I won't."

"It's already in the top ten, just hit it casually."

He didn't say a word back, and clicked on the dialog box again—

[I've always thought that soldiers are handsome, and doctors are also handsome, so I want to be a military doctor.] 】

Military?

Ming Yuyan looked at this sentence on the screen steadily, and his mood became inexplicably complicated.

When he first received the news from her, he was a little flattered in his heart, and there were some indescribable surprises, as if the fruit tree he had worked so hard to plant finally bloomed a second before he was about to give up.

However, the content of the message made him feel heavy -

Outsiders only know that his mother is a famous high-ranking officer of the Eight Kingdoms, and his father is a D-level senior official of the United Nations, but few people know that the surname "Ming" represents a family of officers of the three armies.

His great-grandfather was the youngest founding general, and his six sons were either civilian cadres at the level of the Zhengda Military Region or well-known military officers. His grandfather, the sixth in line, was the youngest and most favored child in the family, and after the Vietnam War, he personally awarded him the rank of lieutenant general.

By his father's generation, the rest of the Ming family had already gained a firm foothold in the Military Commission, and his grandfather had a long-term vision to appoint his father to the United Nations, as long as he followed the steps, he could have a future at his fingertips.

But......

He typed slowly and asked her—

[It's good for doctors to treat diseases and save people, but don't you think, soldiers, military doctors...... Maybe it's going to be busy, but you can't take care of your family, and you can't reunite for the New Year. 】

[By that time, won't the family be sad and disappointed? 】

These two pieces of news came into Bu Yanxi's eyes, and she couldn't help but be surprised for a moment, and replied in embarrassment-

[Well, actually, I'm not as long-term as you think.] 】

Then I thought about it seriously again-

[I think everyone has different lives and responsibilities, and the same is true for careers, if you don't do it, others will do it. If that happens, I hope my family can understand. 】

There was a noncommittal question—

[Do you really want to be a military doctor? 】

The cold words did not accentuate the seriousness with which he typed.

Bu Yanxi smiled to herself-

[Yes, but it's not for me to decide.] 】

After all, if you study abroad, you can't be a military doctor.

The green tea that has been brewed for a long time has a fragrant fragrance and is light and slow.

It took a long time to send a reply.

Just a word.

[It is better to be a military doctor than to be a reporter, it is said that military doctors save people with their hands, and reporters use their pens to save the world. 】