"Comrade?"

Seeing that the other person was stunned, Anning called out again.

She thought he was good-looking from a distance, and when she got closer, he was indeed very handsome, perfectly matching her aesthetic standards.

However, he doesn't seem very smart.

Song Wenyuan snapped out of his daze at Anning's call and looked at her with a complicated expression.

Although it had been six years since they last met, and the other person had lost a lot of weight, he recognized his wife at a glance, but she acted as if she didn't recognize him at all.

And the girl she's holding hands with, is she his daughter?

He only knew he had a child from letters from home, but had never seen what the child looked like.

Like her mother, she was very thin.

He really wanted to pull the two of them aside and talk to them, to ask them about their lives over the years, and why they had come here.

However, he is currently on an undercover mission and must maintain his current identity until the mission is over, and cannot yet reunite with his mother and daughter.

"Yes, but..."

Just as Song Wenyuan was trying to find an excuse to get An Ning to avoid the ship, several more people arrived together. Coincidentally, one of them was his target for the day.

"Comrade, is this the ship that takes us to the island?" one of them asked.

To avoid arousing suspicion from the target, Song Wenyuan had no choice but to reply, "Yes. However, the ship won't depart for another hour or so. You can board the ship and wait. If you feel the ship is rocking, you can wander around the area and come back when it's almost time."

"Let's wander around the area for a bit and come back later," the group said before leaving.

“I want to board the ship first. Will you check my ticket?” Anning asked.

"No need, someone will come to check tickets when the ship is about to depart."

Song Wenyuan secretly made a gesture in a certain direction, and after receiving the same reply, he walked towards An Ning and picked up her luggage that she had put on the ground.

"It's inconvenient for you to bring the child, so I'll help you carry your things upstairs."

"Thank you, you are such a good person."

Anning couldn't help but glance at the crew member who offered to help her. No one had offered to help her along the way, so this guy was quite nice.

No wonder he's so handsome!

Song Wenyuan wanted to help An Ning move her things to the cabin, but An Ning and Xiao Ni'er were seeing the sea for the first time and were also on a boat for the first time, so they said they wanted to stay outside.

So he found two stools for the two of them, told them not to walk around on the boat, and then left.

As soon as Song Wenyuan left, Xiao Ni'er became lively again.

"Mommy, it's so beautiful! Shall we go to the other side of the sea?"

Anning hugged her tightly and said with a smile, "Yes, there's an island over there in the sea. There are lots of delicious food and fun things to do on the island."

"That thing we ate today...that thing..." The little girl stammered for a long time, but couldn't remember what she had just eaten.

Octopus.

"Yes, an octopus!"

"Yes, there are also crabs, conch, shellfish, mantis shrimp..."

Watching the mother and daughter's intimate interaction from a distance, Song Wenyuan unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth.

He watched quietly for a while, then called over another crew member from the same ship.

The crew member first looked around, then saw the mother and daughter on the deck and lowered his voice to ask, "Brother Hai, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with that mother and daughter too?"

“No,” Song Wenyuan said. “The target has already been identified, and I will be in charge of directing the arrest operation. I called you here so that you can keep an eye on them during the operation and prevent them from getting involved.”

"Row."

The crew member agreed without asking any further questions.

They've been on this ship for a long time. People like them, with luggage and children, are usually military spouses accompanying their comrades. Naturally, they have to help take care of their comrades' children.

After explaining the matter, before continuing his work, Song Wenyuan reluctantly approached An Ning and asked, "Would you like some water? There will be more people later and we won't be able to take care of you."

Anning stopped playing with the little girl and politely replied, "No need, thank you."

This person is really nice; their service is exceptionally attentive.

The little girl followed suit, saying, "No need, thank you, uncle!"

Seeing that she truly didn't recognize him, Song Wenyuan walked away, sulking.

Some people get seasick, while others enjoy the feeling of floating on the water. Anning and Xiaoni'er are the latter.

She told Xiao Ni'er several stories about the sea, including Nezha making trouble in the sea, Jingwei filling the sea, and the mermaid, which made Xiao Ni'er laugh and cry at the same time.

The ship had already set sail when she told her first story, and by the time she finished telling the story of the mermaid, a simply dressed woman had appeared beside her without her noticing.

The other person was very interested in the story she was telling and started chatting: "What a coincidence, do you also like to read foreign storybooks?"

Anning doesn't like overly familiar people, and the question the other person asked was very sensitive in this day and age, but she still politely replied, "No, I just heard it from someone else, I don't know where this story is from."

The women who go to the islands are very likely to be military wives, just like her.

Although she had made up her mind to divorce him, she was still Song Wenyuan's wife, and she couldn't afford to offend people on his behalf under that title.

"So that's how it is. Actually, my grandma told me this when I was very young. My grandma had studied abroad, but later, all the foreign books in the house were burned."

When faced with more sensitive topics, Anning nodded awkwardly but politely, while Xiaoni'er had already fallen silent when the stranger appeared nearby.

Seeing that An Ning didn't respond, the other person didn't continue and started talking about other things: "You're carrying such a big bag of luggage and a child, you must be a military spouse accompanying a soldier, right?"

Yes. Are you one too?

There's nothing that can't be said.

"No, I'm going to the island to visit relatives," the woman said warmly. "Being a military wife is great, but you live in a military compound. The military is very strict, and you don't have much freedom. You're restricted in what you want to do."

As she spoke, she shifted the topic to famous foreign works.

One moment she's praising some great master, the next she's lamenting some great work, and she even says that because the country indiscriminately destroyed all foreign-language works, she can only savor those stories from her own memories.

Upon hearing this, An Ning finally realized that something was wrong.

This woman wasn't just having casual conversation with her; casual conversation usually involves talking about whatever comes to mind.

Logically speaking, when they talk about military wives, they should either talk about the lives of military wives or ask about each other's husbands. Why would they steer the conversation toward classic literature?

The other person was clearly chatting with her with a specific purpose in mind.

But what can we possibly learn from just talking about famous works?

While giving the other person perfunctory replies, An Ning reviewed their conversation from the beginning to the present.

Wait a minute, although I didn't realize it while we were talking, overall, this person's words only conveyed one meaning: things are better abroad and worse in China.

hiss!

Could this guy be thinking that because she's a military wife who's read fairy tales written by foreigners, she might be close to foreigners and is trying to recruit her as a spy?

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