Although her best friend had been acting strangely these past few days, Wei Hong had never seen Jiang Yuping cry so sadly before.
She seemed to have no other option but to gently hug her best friend.
Zheng Haidong, the director of the infirmary, seemed to hear Jiang Yuping crying and immediately pushed open the door and entered.
As soon as the director entered, Wei Hong shook Jiang Yuping's shoulder:
"Yuping, you're really pathetic. A dream scared you like this?! Where did your usual calmness and composure go? Director Chen is here."
After listening, Zheng Haidong looked at Jiang Yuping, frowned, and asked:
"Dr. Jiang Yuping, this is working hours. Why are you crying in broad daylight?"
With the host present, Jiang Yuping wiped away her tears and looked at Zheng Haidong, repeatedly apologizing.
"Director Zheng, I'm sorry, I had a nightmare."
Zheng Haidong pushed his glasses up, a simple smile on his face.
"Hehe, Dr. Jiang, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a dream? You usually call yourself Little Sherlock Holmes, but with this kind of guts, you might as well quit being a doctor."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The soon-to-retire director felt that he understood Jiang Yuping less and less.
A woman nearing fifty, a doctor for so many years, and a mother of five, can cry her eyes out over a dream?!
That afternoon, the clinic wasn't busy, so Wei Hong spent time with her best friend, chatting until she got off work.
After work, the two rode their bicycles back to the dormitory area together.
Upon returning home, Jiang Yuping immediately went into the bedroom and quickly bolted the bedroom door.
Qiu Shui, who was making dinner, felt something was strange when she saw her mother go into the bedroom as soon as she returned, so she immediately followed her.
She tried to push the door open, but found it was bolted shut.
"Mom, what are you doing? You came home and locked yourself in your bedroom? And you even plugged in the door? Did someone bully you?"
Qiu Shui asked her mother in the bedroom.
Jiang Yuping naturally knew that she had gone a bit too far.
But she couldn't care less about that now, and replied to Qiu Shui:
"Qiushui, could you make dinner for Mom? Mom isn't feeling well, and it's so hot in the summer. Mom wants to rest for a while, okay?"
Qiu Shui responded with an "oh," and asked with concern:
"Mom, are you alright? You're a doctor yourself, do you need some medicine?"
Jiang Yuping snapped at her daughter, clearly annoyed:
"Okay, Mom isn't sick, why take medicine? Mom just feels tired, can't Mom rest for a while?"
Because Jiang Yuping's voice was loud, Qiu Shui felt that her mother was angry with her, so she stuck her tongue out at the bedroom door and then turned and left.
Recently, strange things have been happening at home, and Qiu Shui could naturally sense it.
She simply didn't think of her family as anything bad, and she could never have imagined that her father, Qiu Jingwen, was an enemy agent, and that her gentle and beautiful mother was the murderer who killed the barber. She would never have thought of that, and even if someone told her, Qiu Shui would definitely get angry with them.
Seeing that Qiu Shui had fallen silent, Jiang Yuping picked up the pillow.
In the sweltering summer, Qiu Jingwen and Jiang Yuping both wrapped their pillows in bamboo mats, which emitted a pleasant fragrance.
Jiang Yuping never expected that her husband would put the letter he had left for her in the pillowcase.
She untied the bamboo mat, then quickly pulled off a pillowcase. Finding no letters, she quickly opened another pillowcase.
A folded letter was placed inside the pillowcase, just like the little airplanes that Qiu Jingwen folded for the children when they were young.
Jiang Yuping unfolded the folded toy airplane and quickly read the letter Qiu Jingwen had left for her:
Yuping, my love:
When you open this letter, it will be because something has happened to me.
Perhaps I'll be taken away by PR people, or perhaps I'll turn myself in, or perhaps I'll no longer be in this world.
Thank you for your love over the years, and for the love you've given to this family.
You are the best woman in the world, and the most beautiful woman in my heart.
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride and a thousand years to share a pillow. To be able to marry you is the blessing that I, Qiu Jingwen, have cultivated.
It's so good to have you, I'm so grateful to have you!
I've told you everything. I'm a Kuomintang agent and an enemy spy, and that can't be changed. Although I seem to have forgotten my Kuomintang identity over the years, and I haven't done anything heinous, nothing can change my Kuomintang identity. Once my Kuomintang identity is exposed, I will be an enemy spy, and you should know the consequences.
Yu Ping, I killed Liu Han. It has nothing to do with you. Don't dwell on it, okay?
The autumn sun, the autumn moon, and the autumn waters have all grown up, and I'm not worried about them. I believe they can withstand anything. The cicadas and the autumn harvest are still small, and I worry about them.
I know that my identity will cause them irreparable emotional trauma. Please apologize to the children on my behalf. I don't want to let them down, but I really have.
Yuping, my love.
if,
I mean, if I can never come back, please don't be sad. Cheer up. The children need your encouragement. They still have to study, work, and live. They still have to fall in love, get married, and have children. They still have their own lives to live.
I never intended to hurt you or our children.
However, what happened was something I didn't expect, and something I couldn't control.
I never imagined that the identity I thought I had long forgotten would be awakened by Liu Han on that stormy day.
Yuping, my love.
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Yuping,
Farewell, my love!
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