Ling Beidou was a precocious little girl.
How precocious was she?
While other children were still babbling and struggling to express themselves, she could already fluently articulate her own opinions and argue with adults. Although most of her arguments were flawed, her ability still amazed her elders.
While other children were just learning to read and write their own names in crooked letters, Ling Beidou was already reading introductory textbooks in various subjects and could pronounce most of the words correctly.
Ling Shu, her father, worried that she might become the "Zhongyong of the new era" and told her the story of Fang Zhongyong, a child from the Northern Song Dynasty who learned too fast and ended up failing, to the point that Ling Beidou could recite the story backwards and even taught Ling Shu a lesson or two.
"Second Dad, why are you always worried that I'll become like Fang Zhongyong? It's like you don't have confidence in yourself. I'm such a talented genius, and you taught me everything I know. Can I really make the same mistake?"
Well, at such a young age, she's already using idioms and so full of himself. She really has his own style.
As for why Ling Beidou calls Ling Shu "Second Dad," that's another little story.
Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang didn't end up going to the mainland.
One reason was that Ling Shu's health was no longer suitable for the front lines, and the other was that there were missions that needed to be completed in Hong Kong.
The front lines and the rear are equally important.
Before the troops move, the supply lines must be secured.
Some people charge into battle with their flesh and blood, and they also need someone to protect their backs and ensure they have no worries.
Ling Shu felt that since he couldn't be the gun that kills, he would be the armor that withstands the rain of bullets.
For this reason, he and Yue Dingtang not only stayed in Hong Kong, but also went to Southeast Asia, and even traveled to Europe and America, helping to raise funds and materials.
At that time, Ling Yao's family also came to their side, and the reunion of loved ones was the only comfort in the midst of war.
When Ling Beidou was just two years old, she already showed remarkable progress. Not only was she articulate, but she also loved her little uncle who would take her out to play like a child.
Ling Shu would carry her around Hong Kong, telling her stories about the glorious and declining past of the Ling family, his military service and battles, and his adventures with Yue Dingtang, solving numerous mysteries.
Even though the little girl may not have understood everything, he told her everything anyway.
He thought the children would find it interesting but forget about it later.
Little did he know that Ling Beidou not only remembered, but also went home and told Ling Yao and Zhou Sa about it.
Ling Yao finally understood why Ling Shu came back from school with so many old wounds and what kind of bloody battles he had experienced.
She was so angry that she used the family cane to chase Ling Shu around the yard, making him scream and run for his life.
As for the relationship between Ling Yao and Yue Dingtang, the Ling family knew it in their hearts but never brought it up.
They gradually got used to it, after all, in times of war, many people lost their homes and loved ones. Being able to live safely was already a blessing, so they couldn't ask for more.
The bond between Ling Yue and Yue Dingtang had been tested by life and death, and was stronger than many couples in the world.
Gender had become the least important issue, but how to address Yue Dingtang became a problem. Uncle and Uncle were too similar, and calling him Godfather felt distant. Calling Dad was confusing with two fathers.
Ling Yao was a bit troubled and didn't want to bring it up.
In the end, the child solved the problem himself and simply called Yue Dingtang Dad and Ling Shu Second Dad, clear and concise.
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