Every time Feng Chen recalled the disaster that happened many years ago, he could not think of any sign of it beforehand.
If we really have to find a clue, I wonder if losing the backpack pendant that Yan Bubu gave him that day counts.
April 7, 2105
"Master Feng, the plane will take off for home in half an hour. We are leaving the training ground now. Do you have any luggage to pack?"
An officer stood in a simply furnished single dormitory, his head bowed slightly and his voice respectful.
Opposite him was a well-proportioned young man, who was adjusting his suit and tie in front of the mirror. The face in the mirror was very handsome, and although he looked young, his childish features revealed a calmness that was inconsistent with his age.
Feng Chen didn't reply, turned around and walked out of the house. The officer picked up his suitcase and backpack and followed him.
Several young men were standing on the lawn outside the dormitory building, shaking hands and saying goodbye to each other. When they saw Feng Chen, they stopped talking and the smiles on their faces froze.
Feng Chen walked towards the gate without looking around. The sunlight shining from the side made his pale skin look cool like jade.
A young man looked at his back and whispered unwillingly: "This time in the Eagle Special Operations Training Camp, this guy took first place again."
"The main reason is that you've been having a fever for a while and you're not in good shape. Try to beat him next year," another teenager comforted.
"But next year I will be fifteen years old, which is over the upper age limit for the Eagle Special Forces."
"Ah, what should we do? Feng Chen seems to be only twelve years old. Will we still be defeated by him for three years?"
"Don't compare yourself to him, he's just a freak."
Their voices were quite loud, but Feng Chen remained expressionless. He got into the jeep waiting at the gate and left the training camp at lightning speed.
Half an hour later, at a nearby military airport, a small private passenger plane took off into the sky and flew towards the distant United States.
In the cabin, the officers sorted out the unpacked luggage with the TV news playing in the background. Feng Chen leaned back in his seat and turned on his cell phone, which had been turned off during the training.
The moment the screen lit up, several messages popped up.
Mother: Feng Chen, after your training is over, our whole family will go to the island for vacation.
Mother: Feng Chen, your Uncle Chen is going to give a presidential campaign speech in Hongcheng. Your father has been his friend for many years, and we have to go there, so we can only let Adjutant Wang pick you up.
Feng Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the date of the message at the back, which showed that it was yesterday. He put down the phone and heard the voice of the female news anchor.
“… I wonder if General Feng Zaiping will show up at Governor Chen Size’s speech—”
The female anchor's voice suddenly stopped, the TV was turned off, and Feng Chen threw the remote control on the small table in front of him, with a hint of impatience between his brows.
The officer turned around and asked tentatively, "Master Feng, are you feeling unwell?"
Feng Chen shook his head.
He was actually feeling a little unwell. He had a low-grade fever for unknown reasons over the past few days, but it didn't last long and he returned to normal very quickly, so he didn't take it seriously.
Now he felt a low fever again, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his forehead. The officer, who was very good at observing people's expressions, asked a few questions in a low voice, then put down his marching backpack and went to find the flight attendant to get medicine.