Marshal's Cannon Fodder Spouse (Transmigration)

Chapter 99

     The short words in front of him had unexpectedly tugged at Duan Hangye's heartstrings. Although he was sure that he still didn't have any memories of his childhood, after seeing these words, Duan Hangye couldn't help but have the illusion that he had seen the scene from back then.

In his parents' eyes, Duan Hengye was a somewhat taciturn child who was more mature than the average child. On the one hand, they were grateful for Duan Hengye's maturity and early wisdom. This way, he had the ability to take over the work of the research institute and was more suitable to survive in that kind of environment. But on the other hand, when they saw this child who had lost his innocence and joy, how could they not feel heartache?

Although Duan Hengye's childhood was not as bad as the later years, compared to other people, he had lost a lot of joy.

Duan Hengye's parents knew that as a child who started learning mecha design from a young age, he probably would not like the simple and childish model in front of him. Even though it was indeed popular among the children in the Interstellar. But as his parents, they still bought the model and gave it to Duan Hengye as a birthday gift.

In the Interstellar era, it was rare for people to write notes by hand. Duan Hengye lowered his head and looked at the paper lying quietly in his hand. The handwriting on the paper was very neat. Probably because it was rare for people to write by hand, the words were not linked together, but the structure was very standard and clear. The paper in the Interstellar had a special manufacturing process. Although more than ten years had passed, the white paper in Duan Hengye's hand did not show any signs of yellowing. Even the words written with a carbon fountain pen on the paper gave off a feeling that the ink had not dried yet.

It was clearly just a few simple words, but Duan Hengye still read the paper in his hand over and over again.

When Meng Jinhuai walked into the living room, he saw Duan Hengye sitting quietly on the sofa with his back facing him. Duan Hengye lowered his head as if he was looking at something. His expression was unusually focused.

After Meng Jinhuai entered the room, the door behind him slowly closed. The thick wool carpet swallowed all footsteps. It was not until Meng Jinhuai walked up to Duan Hengye that the man who was sitting on the sofa noticed her arrival.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Jinhuai sat beside Duan Hengye and asked.

After hearing Meng Jinhuai's question, Duan Hengye did not speak at first. Instead, he handed the small piece of paper in his hand to Meng Jinhuai.

"This is …" The marshal said as he took the piece of paper in his hand. Then, Meng Jinhuai saw the words on the note.

"Happy birthday! I'll love you forever!"

Seeing Meng Jinhuai's gaze fall on the note, Duan Hengye finally came back to his senses and said, "This is what Duan Hengxing gave me just now. It was originally a birthday present my parents prepared for me back then. After that incident … Duan Hangxing took it out of the house before he was taken away by the Empress' family. It wasn't until just now … that he finally gave it back to me. "

Duan Hengye's tone just now had nothing to do with the word "heavy". But Meng Jinhuai heard the meaning in his words … Duan Hengye lost his childhood memories. Perhaps the thing in his hand was one of the few things left that had anything to do with the past.

Meng Jinhuai did not speak. He carefully handed the note back to Duan Hengye. After receiving the note, Duan Hengye carefully put it back into the box and gently closed the lid.

Unlike his usual gentle appearance in front of Duan Hengye, Meng Jinhuai, as the marshal, did not show any mercy to his opponents or enemies. It could even be said that … the marshal held a little grudge. What Meng Jinhuai did not tell Duan Hengye and would not tell him was that he had not forgotten what happened in Duan Hengxing's house last time. He had even been waiting for the opportunity to make Duan Hengye pay the price.