"One, two, three, four, like a song!"
"Green military camp, green military camp, taught me."
...
The familiar lyrics, the familiar melody.
In the cantina, in one corner, Xiong Da belting out a "one, two, three, four" so loudly that the chopsticks in Dou Dou's hand got scared and fell to the ground.
But Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe were calm, one sitting composedly, the other with a rare ease, watching the singer.
From the corner of his eye, Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, whose eyes held a familiar sense of comfort. He was missing the military camp.
Indeed, a man who spent his entire life living and striving in that camp, that was the life he was most familiar with.
"One, two, three, four!"
After the final "one, two, three, four" ended, all the soldiers sat upright. At the call to start the meal, their movements were quicker than ever.
Judging by their expressions, the food must have been good that day.