DPM Chapter 26-Life After Marriage Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
By the time Wu Xingyun returned to the small aircraft, it was already dark. He checked the time and calendar: April 6, 2015, 19:00.
Asking workers to park the craft at the base’s airport, Wu Xingyun drove himself home.
Very few people lived in Mozun’s city. As Wu Xingyun looked out the window at the deserted, retro streets, he pondered the new task assigned by his superiors.
Every once in a while, send back a video demonstrating the pleasant martial bond between his husband and himself.
What kind of video could Wu Xingyun make, to prove an intimate relationship with Mozun?
Arriving at the house, Wu Xingyun still hadn’t figured it out. He wanted to ask Mozun’s opinion, but when he’d entered the small building, he’d found that Mozun hadn’t yet returned.
Wu Xingyun went to his room, turned on the lamp, sat at his desk, opened a drawer, and pondered the problem.
He started making drafts on paper.
How could they show closeness of both sides?
Mozun participated in construction of the Federal base? Sitting together at a meeting? Share confidential documents with each other?
Wu Xingyun wrote all these ideas down, then crossed them out. Classified items couldn’t be shared with Mozun.
Maybe if they arranged to watch a soap opera together?
Reflecting, Wu Xingyun drew a line through that idea too. Watching a show was a pure waste of time.
How about a video of the two of them getting up in the morning?
No. Although Wu Xingyun lived in Mozun’s house, they had separate bedrooms. And trying to sneakily take video of the keen-sensed Mozun’s bedside was a bad idea.
Upon consideration, Wu Xingyun tossed the rest of his daily-life-together ideas, such as bathing together, going to the toilet together, sleeping together, and getting up together. For the first three months of their married life, Wu Xingyun and Mozun had rarely done anything jointly. Even something as simple at eating together almost never happened. Mozun seemed to barely need food, having some other clever mutant way of keeping his energy replenished.
Wu Xingyun smudged a few sheets of paper, keeping one last item: reading and studying together.
Feeling vexed, Wu Xingyun threw the pen on the desk. This particular task was much too difficult.
He gathered his messy drafts together, put them in another drawer, and went out. By habit, it was time for his evening drills.
After taking off his uniform and changing into casual clothes, Wu Xingyun tromped down the stairs. He carried his gun, shouting slogans at himself as he ran five kilometers, before moving on the shooting range he’d made himself a few days before. Then it was time for boxing practice. Having finished his regime, and profusely sweating from his activities, Wu Xingyun made his way back.
When he returned to the house, he found that Mozun still hadn’t returned. Wu Xingyun took a shower, thinking as he washed himself–if Mozun wasn’t back by the time Wu Xingyun was done, should Wu Xingyun try to go and find him? The president had said: “Hopefully, there’ll be a video sent back today.”
Wu Xingyun rubbed foam on his head, mulling it over. Then, rinsing the shampoo out, he heard the door. Mozun was back.
The sound of Mozun’s footsteps went straight upstairs. Apparently, Mozun was going to his room to get something. Knowing Mozun would likely leave again, Wu Xingyun opened the shower door a crack and yelled: “Hey, please don’t go yet. Wait a bit, I’ve got something to discuss with you.”
Mozun’s footsteps stopped. Wu Xingyun rushed to get on clean clothes, forgetting his slippers, and went in search of Mozun. Wu Xingyun found him leaning against Wu Xingyun’s desk, holding a stack of papers, looking at them one by one.
Not happy, Wu Xingyun walked towards Mozun, saying: “You, how can you just casually enter someone’s room and go through their things?”
Wu Xingyun reached to grab the papers out of Mozun’s hands. However, Mozun’s reactions were far speedier than that of an ordinary person. He avoided Wu Xingyun’s attempted snatch.
Mozun eyed the freshly-washed small soldier in front of him up and down. Beads of water glistened in Wu Xingyun’s hair, skin still flushed from the hot shower, the smell of shampoo lingering. He’d neatly dressed, but hadn’t dried himself earnestly enough, residual dampness staining his shirt.
Although his mood became inexplicably good, Mozun still kept his face expressionless, his tone slightly mocking: “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back tonight?”
Wu Xingyun straightened up the desktop that Mozun had mussed, saying: “The contact time was shorter than I thought it’d be. Also, I’ve been given a new assignment, so I had to come back. What about you? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t be back?”
“I forgot something. Came back to get it.” Mozun tried to sit down on Wu Xingyun’s bed, only to be stopped by Wu Xingyun.
Pulling out the chair, Wu Xingyun reminded Mozun: “Don’t sit on the bed, sit in the chair.”
Not minding, Mozun sat in the chair and raised his eyebrows at Wu Xingyun. “You usually have me sit on a stool. Why are you being so good all of a sudden? Is there something you want to ask me for?” Mozun raised his hand, shaking the sheaf of papers.
Wu Xingyun pulled out a stool from under his bed. Sitting on it, he said: “Well……There is something I need to discuss with you. It’ll take a bit to explain it to you, we should go to your third floor meeting room to discuss it.”
Mozun laughed. “Before, in this house, it was only me. Now there are two of us, but the third floor……No one’s gone up there for hundreds of years! Let’s just talk here. Wait, let me take a look at the mess you wrote……”
The handwriting that hadn’t been blackened out was easy to read.
“Eat with Mozun……Attend a meeting……Share information…….Hmm……Take a shower together? Get up……together?” Mozun read them aloud, one by one, finally pausing. His mouth had quirked up, expression mischievous. He looked at Wu Xingyun, even shorter sitting on his stool, eyes bright and unblinking, as if anticipating something.
“These proposals are very good, why did you cross them out?” Mozun asked. He leaned against the back of the chair: “Is this your honeymoon plan?”
Quickly shaking his head, Wu Xingyun said: “No, it’s……Well, I scratched them out because you probably wouldn’t agree. It doesn’t matter. Here’s the thing……”
Wu Xingyun explained the whole matter, and afraid that Mozun wouldn’t agree to it, he added: “In fact, I thought this kind of propaganda might be beneficial for your side too. After all, you do want to keep the peace, right? A stable situation is best for both sides……”
Mozun sat there, uncommunicative. So Wu Xingyun kept talking, “If you don’t object, then I’ll start shooting. The president asked me to send something back tonight, and I won’t bother you for long.” Taking out a small camera he’d brought back from the base, Wu Xingyun invited Mozun: “We can go out to the balcony and make a video of reading together.”
Finally opening his mouth, Mozun asked: “What’s so good about reading?”
Wu Xingyun wondered: “Than……Eat? But you rarely eat……” Before Wu Xingyun had finished his words, he was pulled up by Mozun, the tip of Mozun’s nose touching Wu Xingyun’s face: “Idiot! To show that you and I have a good relationship, naturally……Bed photos!”
DPM Chapter 26-Life After Marriage Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
By the time Wu Xingyun returned to the small aircraft, it was already dark. He checked the time and calendar: April 6, 2015, 19:00.
Asking workers to park the craft at the base’s airport, Wu Xingyun drove himself home.
Very few people lived in Mozun’s city. As Wu Xingyun looked out the window at the deserted, retro streets, he pondered the new task assigned by his superiors.
Every once in a while, send back a video demonstrating the pleasant martial bond between his husband and himself.
What kind of video could Wu Xingyun make, to prove an intimate relationship with Mozun?
Arriving at the house, Wu Xingyun still hadn’t figured it out. He wanted to ask Mozun’s opinion, but when he’d entered the small building, he’d found that Mozun hadn’t yet returned.
Wu Xingyun went to his room, turned on the lamp, sat at his desk, opened a drawer, and pondered the problem.
He started making drafts on paper.
How could they show closeness of both sides?
Mozun participated in construction of the Federal base? Sitting together at a meeting? Share confidential documents with each other?
Wu Xingyun wrote all these ideas down, then crossed them out. Classified items couldn’t be shared with Mozun.
Maybe if they arranged to watch a soap opera together?
Reflecting, Wu Xingyun drew a line through that idea too. Watching a show was a pure waste of time.
How about a video of the two of them getting up in the morning?
No. Although Wu Xingyun lived in Mozun’s house, they had separate bedrooms. And trying to sneakily take video of the keen-sensed Mozun’s bedside was a bad idea.
Upon consideration, Wu Xingyun tossed the rest of his daily-life-together ideas, such as bathing together, going to the toilet together, sleeping together, and getting up together. For the first three months of their married life, Wu Xingyun and Mozun had rarely done anything jointly. Even something as simple at eating together almost never happened. Mozun seemed to barely need food, having some other clever mutant way of keeping his energy replenished.
Wu Xingyun smudged a few sheets of paper, keeping one last item: reading and studying together.
Feeling vexed, Wu Xingyun threw the pen on the desk. This particular task was much too difficult.
He gathered his messy drafts together, put them in another drawer, and went out. By habit, it was time for his evening drills.
After taking off his uniform and changing into casual clothes, Wu Xingyun tromped down the stairs. He carried his gun, shouting slogans at himself as he ran five kilometers, before moving on the shooting range he’d made himself a few days before. Then it was time for boxing practice. Having finished his regime, and profusely sweating from his activities, Wu Xingyun made his way back.
When he returned to the house, he found that Mozun still hadn’t returned. Wu Xingyun took a shower, thinking as he washed himself–if Mozun wasn’t back by the time Wu Xingyun was done, should Wu Xingyun try to go and find him? The president had said: “Hopefully, there’ll be a video sent back today.”
Wu Xingyun rubbed foam on his head, mulling it over. Then, rinsing the shampoo out, he heard the door. Mozun was back.
The sound of Mozun’s footsteps went straight upstairs. Apparently, Mozun was going to his room to get something. Knowing Mozun would likely leave again, Wu Xingyun opened the shower door a crack and yelled: “Hey, please don’t go yet. Wait a bit, I’ve got something to discuss with you.”
Mozun’s footsteps stopped. Wu Xingyun rushed to get on clean clothes, forgetting his slippers, and went in search of Mozun. Wu Xingyun found him leaning against Wu Xingyun’s desk, holding a stack of papers, looking at them one by one.
Not happy, Wu Xingyun walked towards Mozun, saying: “You, how can you just casually enter someone’s room and go through their things?”
Wu Xingyun reached to grab the papers out of Mozun’s hands. However, Mozun’s reactions were far speedier than that of an ordinary person. He avoided Wu Xingyun’s attempted snatch.
Mozun eyed the freshly-washed small soldier in front of him up and down. Beads of water glistened in Wu Xingyun’s hair, skin still flushed from the hot shower, the smell of shampoo lingering. He’d neatly dressed, but hadn’t dried himself earnestly enough, residual dampness staining his shirt.
Although his mood became inexplicably good, Mozun still kept his face expressionless, his tone slightly mocking: “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back tonight?”
Wu Xingyun straightened up the desktop that Mozun had mussed, saying: “The contact time was shorter than I thought it’d be. Also, I’ve been given a new assignment, so I had to come back. What about you? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t be back?”
“I forgot something. Came back to get it.” Mozun tried to sit down on Wu Xingyun’s bed, only to be stopped by Wu Xingyun.
Pulling out the chair, Wu Xingyun reminded Mozun: “Don’t sit on the bed, sit in the chair.”
Not minding, Mozun sat in the chair and raised his eyebrows at Wu Xingyun. “You usually have me sit on a stool. Why are you being so good all of a sudden? Is there something you want to ask me for?” Mozun raised his hand, shaking the sheaf of papers.
Wu Xingyun pulled out a stool from under his bed. Sitting on it, he said: “Well……There is something I need to discuss with you. It’ll take a bit to explain it to you, we should go to your third floor meeting room to discuss it.”
Mozun laughed. “Before, in this house, it was only me. Now there are two of us, but the third floor……No one’s gone up there for hundreds of years! Let’s just talk here. Wait, let me take a look at the mess you wrote……”
The handwriting that hadn’t been blackened out was easy to read.
“Eat with Mozun……Attend a meeting……Share information…….Hmm……Take a shower together? Get up……together?” Mozun read them aloud, one by one, finally pausing. His mouth had quirked up, expression mischievous. He looked at Wu Xingyun, even shorter sitting on his stool, eyes bright and unblinking, as if anticipating something.
“These proposals are very good, why did you cross them out?” Mozun asked. He leaned against the back of the chair: “Is this your honeymoon plan?”
Quickly shaking his head, Wu Xingyun said: “No, it’s……Well, I scratched them out because you probably wouldn’t agree. It doesn’t matter. Here’s the thing……”
Wu Xingyun explained the whole matter, and afraid that Mozun wouldn’t agree to it, he added: “In fact, I thought this kind of propaganda might be beneficial for your side too. After all, you do want to keep the peace, right? A stable situation is best for both sides……”
Mozun sat there, uncommunicative. So Wu Xingyun kept talking, “If you don’t object, then I’ll start shooting. The president asked me to send something back tonight, and I won’t bother you for long.” Taking out a small camera he’d brought back from the base, Wu Xingyun invited Mozun: “We can go out to the balcony and make a video of reading together.”
Finally opening his mouth, Mozun asked: “What’s so good about reading?”
Wu Xingyun wondered: “Than……Eat? But you rarely eat……” Before Wu Xingyun had finished his words, he was pulled up by Mozun, the tip of Mozun’s nose touching Wu Xingyun’s face: “Idiot! To show that you and I have a good relationship, naturally……Bed photos!”
