Zhang Mingyuan, the director of the research institute, is racking his brains over a blueprint that no one acknowledges.
"Could it be... that Old Zhang drew it?"
"Still Lao Wu???"
None of them admit it! If we had this good stuff, why didn't we bring it out sooner? Although the data looks a bit exaggerated and unrealistic, we could easily make it up with some modifications!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
It was Liu Wenjun!
"Come in!"
"Dean, I would like to recommend someone to join the research institute." Liu Wen's eyes were red, and he spoke frankly as soon as he entered.
"Who is it?" Liu Wenjun had returned from studying in Germany, so the person she was going to introduce must also be someone with ability!
Liu Wenjun handed the blueprints to Zhang Mingyuan, "Her name is Mingzhao. She is an autistic child, but she has a great talent for research and development. Take a look at this..."
Zhang Mingyuan was forced to take the blueprint, which bore the logo of the Armed Police Hospital...
this……
Zhang Mingyuan took a look. It was a mechanical leg, and there were also diagrams of its disassembled components, such as an artillery system, a power booster system, and so on.
Was this drawn by an autistic child? Zhang Mingyuan stopped looking at the drawing...
Liu Wenjun dragged her leaden legs as she walked out of the dean's office.
The heavy wooden door behind her blocked out Zhang Mingyuan's final mocking remark, "It's all just empty talk," but it couldn't block out the despair and chill emanating from the depths of her heart. It felt like it was trying to burrow into her bones and devour her, even more chilling than the perpetual smell of disinfectant in the research institute's corridor.
The corridor lights shone on her distraught face, reflecting a deathly stillness in her eyes.
She clutched tightly in her hand the stack of blueprints that the dean had dismissed with disdain, and which even bore scorch marks from cigarette ash.
That was drawn by Mingzhao, perhaps a hope that could allow Jiang Feng to stand up again. Now, that hope, along with her dignity, has been trampled underfoot and crushed to pieces by Zhang Mingyuan.
"Insufficient materials...inadequate technology...just empty talk..." Zhang Mingyuan's contemptuous voice echoed repeatedly in her mind like a curse.
She recalled the painful sobs her husband Jiang Feng suppressed deep in his throat in the middle of the night, and the deep, unwavering look in his eyes as he stroked his empty lower limbs.
She knew Mingzhao's blueprints were too detailed, to the point of being impractical. But she still wanted to give it a try, just in case.
If this opportunity doesn't come, what will Jiang Feng do? And what will she do?
"Wenjun?" A hoarse voice, trembling with fear, came from the end of the corridor.
Liu Wenjun suddenly looked up. Jiang Feng was there, pushing her wheelchair, clearly worried about her.
Seeing Liu Wenjun's expression, Jiang Feng roughly knew the outcome.
He tried to force a reassuring smile, but the smile was stiff and looked worse than crying.
The last glimmer of light in his eyes went out completely. His hands, which had been resting on the armrests of his wheelchair, fell limply to his sides. He seemed to have been drained of all life in an instant, turning into a lifeless stone statue.
He didn't even ask "How is it?" again.
Because the answer was already written on Liu Wenjun's face and etched in his own heart.
"Let's go home." Liu Wenjun's voice was dry, like sandpaper rubbing. She walked behind Jiang Feng, placed her hands on the cold metal armrests of the wheelchair, her fingertips icy cold.
She didn't have the courage to look at her husband again. Pushing the wheelchair down the long corridor, the only sound was the monotonous thud of the wheels on the concrete floor, each sound like a blow to their already broken hearts.
The entire journey was silent, the oppressive atmosphere almost suffocating.
The low-rise houses of the family compound were right in front of her, but Liu Wenjun felt that every step she took was heavier than a thousand pounds.
Pushing open the door, the familiar air, carrying the smell of medicine and a faint dust, rushed in, but it brought no warmth whatsoever.
"I... I'll go get you a glass of water." Liu Wenjun almost fled from her wheelchair, trying to hide in the kitchen and use busyness to cover up the overwhelming collapse.
"Wenjun." Jiang Feng's voice was low, but it was like a hook, holding her firmly in place.
She stood frozen in place, her back to him, her shoulders trembling slightly uncontrollably.
"Forget it." Jiang Feng's voice was terrifyingly calm, a calm born of utter resignation and utter despair. "Don't go begging anymore. This is how my life is... It's over. You... Don't go through all that trouble for me anymore, it's not worth it."
"Thud—"
The stack of blueprints that Liu Wenjun cherished so dearly could no longer be held and scattered all over the ground. The white papers fell silently onto the cold cement floor like drifting snowflakes.
She turned around abruptly, and tears finally broke free, rolling down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.
"What do you mean 'forget it'? What do you mean 'it's not worth it'?!"
She rushed to Jiang Feng, squatted down, and grabbed his numb knees tightly, her nails almost digging into the fabric. Her voice was hoarse as she roared, with a sob in her voice and a kind of madness driven to desperation.
"Jiang Feng! Look at me! Look at me! You are the sharpest blade in the National Security Bureau! You are Jiang Feng, who can subdue three armed thugs with your bare hands! You can't just give up like this! You promised to take me to see all the beautiful landscapes of our motherland! You promised!"
She knew that Jiang Feng's resignation represented a decline in his will. Without that firm will, Jiang Feng was no longer the Jiang Feng he used to be.
If Jiang Feng had remained confident, hadn't been defeated by his broken leg, and had continued to actively accept treatment, Liu Wenjun wouldn't have suffered such a breakdown!
They've been together for so many years, how can they watch each other lose their will and live a wretched existence? Even if they have to live, they should live with spirit and vigor!
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