On the joyful Mid-Autumn Festival, Cheng Su's family was bustling with activity. Qi Taiguo also called on this day, and hearing the lively noise at home made him feel itchy with longing.
"I really wish I could be there with you all," Qi Taiguo said lazily.
Cheng Su laughed and replied, "Are you feeling the pangs of homesickness during the festival too?" However, inside, she felt a mix of bitterness and tenderness. This is the helplessness of being in the military; unable to return home freely, always having to adhere strictly to military regulations. Even on such holidays, being able to make a call is already good, for those who go out on holiday duty can't even do that.
Thinking of this, Cheng Su asked, "You don't have holiday duty?"
Qi Taiguo glanced at his leg and replied, "Silly, if I were out on duty, how could I be calling you?"
"Does your unit also celebrate the holiday?" Cheng Su asked, making herself sit more comfortably.
