Chapter 1098
Chapter 1098: The Spirit of a Soldier (1)_1
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In June, the weather was splendid with the sunlight pouring down vibrantly.
The old man in his Army uniform stood facing the new recruit in his Navy uniform, separated by nearly ten meters on the small road. Within this spacious front yard, every sound seemed to fall silent in an instant.
A gentle breeze blew gently, rustling the leaves on the trees on either side of the road.
For a moment, no one dared to speak; the servant, Helen Wright, and Grady Wright all stared at the scene in a daze, as if witnessing a meeting where time intersected.
Only then did they realize that the old and the young before them were indeed soldiers.
What a sacred title!
Iron bones and hot blood, risking their lives to protect their home and country.
Mister Wright’s heavy gaze scrutinized Flossie, this being the first time they met since she had joined the military.
Military uniform.
The color of the Navy, white like the seagulls spreading their wings to fly.
She stood upright, like a freshly drawn sharp sword, her eyes bursting with an aggressive aura, revealing her mettle yet more composed than in memory.
After a while, the old man suddenly called out loudly, "Flossie Wright!"
Concentrating slightly, Flossie instinctively stood at attention and called out clearly.
Flossie Wright!
Present!
𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
In a true sense, this was their first greeting, yet it carried an unspoken understanding.
"Come to the study room!"
Mister Wright kept a stern face.
After saying that, he turned and strode off without bending his back, carrying a deep color with him, and entered the living room.
Flossie lingered her gaze and then followed instinctively.
But then—
The servant quickly came to her senses and hurried to stop Flossie, carefully saying, "Miss, the master advised you it’s best not to contradict the old man."
Glancing at her, Flossie nearly indifferently replied.
For some reason, being swept by that pair of bright dark eyes made the servant’s heart feel as if it had been pierced by a sharp arrow, leaving her stiff in place.
Flossie walked away, entering the living room.
Helen Wright and Grady Wright stood still, watching silently as their figures disappeared one after the other.
After a long while, Grady Wright...
Following her memory, Flossie reached the study room.
The door was open; as soon as she stepped in, she heard a stern voice, "Close the door."
Pausing slightly, Flossie’s expression unchanged, she turned to close the door and then entered.
Regan Wright was a lover of books, and his study was filled with bookshelves, each shelf neatly categorized with a variety of books, and also pretentiously decorated with a number of calligraphy and paintings on the walls.
Unsure of their authenticity.
By the window, there was a desk with two chairs beside it for sitting and reading.
At that moment, Mister Wright stood in front of the desk. Despite his advanced age, he was quite hale and hearty; he stood against the light, his face slightly stern, exuding an aura of authority and pressure.
Flossie stopped about two meters from him.
"Come closer."
Frowning, Mister Wright said seriously.
After a thought, Flossie reluctantly moved forward one meter and then stood still again.
In her past and present lives, she had seen many soldiers, but those she had met were at most of two or three-star ranks. She had never encountered one of Mister Wright’s stature.
Add to that memory, the previous Flossie had only feelings of trepidation and fear towards Mister Wright, and although the current Flossie was not scared, she was still somewhat influenced.
What he said, she would do.
— End of Chapter 1098 —