The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

He stood in the living room, looking around, trying to remember where he had put his tennis racket. He vaguely remembered it being in the cabinet in the guest room, but the memory was hazy. The琐碎 (trivialities) of life had made it almost impossible for him to recall the last time he had used the racket. Suddenly, he realized that certain parts of his life had gradually drifted away from their original trajectory, as if his past hobby had been swallowed up by the daily hustle and bustle, leaving only an endless pursuit and struggle.

"Where's the racket..." he muttered softly, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him. It was just a simple search, yet it brought back memories of carefree days. He sighed inwardly, realizing he hadn't experienced true relaxation in far too long; the burden in his heart weighed on him like a stone, making it hard to breathe.

Huang Feipeng walked towards the guest room, pushed open the door, and a faint fragrance filled the room—a scent his wife had specially arranged. He looked around at the neatly arranged furniture and decorations, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. His wife always painstakingly made their home warm and comfortable, giving him a sense of peace every time he returned. However, the more he was in this warm environment, the more a sense of guilt welled up inside him. He knew that he had been so busy with work over the years that he had spent very little time with his family, while his wife had silently endured it all without ever complaining. Thinking of this, his heart ached slightly, and his expression became serious.

He opened the closet in the guest room, rummaging through each shelf, and finally found the long-forgotten tennis racket in a corner. A thin layer of dust covered the racket, clearly indicating it hadn't been used in a long time. Huang Feipeng gently stroked the handle; the feel was still familiar and warm. Holding it seemed to transport him back to those sweaty moments, those joyful and competitive times with his friends. Recalling those times, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and a touch of nostalgia welled up in his heart.

"It's been so long since I've touched it..." he murmured to himself, gently brushing the dust off the racket, a hint of emotion in his eyes. The weight of life had long since distanced him from those simple pleasures, and this racket seemed to be a bridge between him and his past life, reconnecting him to those memories.

Just then, his wife quietly walked to the door, looked at him, smiled gently, and said with a hint of concern in her voice, "Did you find it? You really should relax a bit. Don't work so hard." Her voice was soft and light, like a gentle breeze blowing through Huang Feipeng's heart.

Huang Feipeng turned around and saw his wife's warm smile, instantly easing the tension and pressure in his heart. He nodded gently, a smile appearing on his face. "Found it. I really should relax a bit; I've been too busy lately," he said softly, a hint of apology in his eyes, as if apologizing for his oversight.

His wife shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of doting and understanding. "You're always like this. No matter how busy you are, remember to take care of yourself." She gently stroked Huang Feipeng's shoulder, her tone tinged with helplessness. She knew her husband was under a lot of work pressure and understood his stubbornness in not giving up easily, but she felt even more sorry for his daily toil and exhaustion.

Huang Feipeng felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he felt his wife's tenderness. He gently took her hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself." His eyes were gentle yet firm, as if he had finally decided to give himself some breathing room.

And so, they stood side by side in the guest room for a while, the air filled with warmth and unspoken understanding. Huang Feipeng gripped his racket, a long-lost sense of ease gradually rising within him. He knew that tomorrow's game was more than just a sport; it was a re-examination and adjustment of his life. He felt he had already lost too much and didn't want to miss out any more. He was filled with new thoughts about the future and realized he must learn to balance work and life.

Then, he gently patted his wife's shoulder and smiled, "I'll leave early tomorrow, and we'll have dinner together after I finish playing ball." His wife nodded, looking at him with a beaming smile, her eyes filled with expectation and concern. For them, these ordinary yet heartwarming moments are perhaps the most precious in life.

The next day, Huang Feipeng got up early, put on his sportswear, packed his racket, and went to the mirror to carefully examine himself. His gaze was firm, but a barely perceptible worry lingered in his eyes. He knew today's game was not simple; his opponent was not just an ordinary friend, but an enemy lurking in the shadows. Huang Feipeng always trusted his intuition, and he realized that this "accidentally" arranged game was very likely a test set by his opponent. Yet he still decided to go, because he knew he needed to take the initiative and gather more clues.

"I have some things to take care of today, so I might be back a little late," he told his wife, trying to sound natural and relaxed. He didn't want her to worry, and even more so, he didn't want her to notice his inner struggle. His wife looked at him, nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't overwork yourself, get some rest when you get back."

Stepping out of his house, Huang Feipeng felt a complex mix of emotions. His expression was stern, his steps steady, like an ordinary person going to enjoy a morning exercise, but inside he was enveloped in tension and vigilance. He knew this game might be a trap, or it might be an opportunity for his opponent to pass on information. He had to be careful, avoiding their probing while trying to glean some valuable clues from their actions.

Before long, he arrived at the court, a somewhat secluded place rarely visited, which made Huang Feipeng even more wary. The surrounding environment was quiet and deserted, with only a few rays of morning light filtering through the leaves and falling to the ground, seemingly adding a touch of tension to this seemingly ordinary duel. He adjusted his breathing, trying to relax his expression, and casually swung his racket, as if it were just a warm-up exercise.

At this moment, the other person slowly walked over, a faint smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a hint of indifference and aloofness. That person was the friend he had arranged to meet—or rather, the one who had secretly approached him, trying to find out his background. Huang Feipeng remained calm, took the initiative to step forward, and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I played ball, so today is a good opportunity to stretch my muscles."

The other person smiled slightly, a meaningful glint in their eyes: "Yes, work has been too tiring lately, so exercising is a good thing." His words appeared to be casual small talk, but in reality, they carried a hint of probing. Huang Feipeng became secretly wary, knowing that the other person was already prepared.