Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Her period is always regular
Su Yan curled her lips: "You don't have to worry about this. Widows can remarry, so why can't I get married? Besides, who says girls have to get married? I think it's pretty good to live alone." None of Su Yan's parents, aunts, uncles, and relatives had happy marriages. Sometimes, looking at their chaotic and resentful marriages, she deeply felt that it would be better not to get married.
It’s not that Su Yan doesn’t believe that there are good men and happy marriages in this world. It’s just that she has not had good luck since she was a child, and she doesn’t believe that she can meet them.
When Su Yan was in college, she told her divorced parents that she might not get married in the future. As a complete pessimist, she also made special plans for her retirement life. Apart from worrying about the reliability of the nursing home, everything else was within an acceptable range.
Now that I am in my sixties, there is even less to worry about. Yan Zi and Xiao Gang can visit me often in the nursing home to ensure that I will not be abused by the caregivers.
Su Yan was lost in thought, looking at Qin Zhanwu and thinking: Not planning to get married doesn't mean being a maid for life, right? A normal sex life is still very beneficial to a woman's physical and mental health. Although she had only dared to fantasize about it before, after watching so many movies and getting emboldened by alcohol, she actually put it into practice for the first time.
Modern ideas are open, so Su Yan can certainly think so, but who can blame Qin Zhanwu for being a soldier in the 1960s? Su Yan cannot understand the upright sense of responsibility.
In Qin Zhanwu's opinion, it is impossible for a normal girl to say that she does not plan to get married. When he heard this, he just took it as Su Yan's complete rejection of him.
Qin Zhanwu handed the ointment in his hand to Su Yan: "This is the ointment prescribed by the hospital, apply it yourself!"
Su Yan took the ointment and said with a determined heart, "What happened that night was truly an accident for both of us. There's no question of one taking advantage of the other. Let's just pretend it never happened. I don't need you to be responsible, and I don't want to marry anyone. Likewise, don't hold me responsible, okay?"
Qin Zhanwu looked at Su Yan without saying a word, neither saying yes nor no. Su Yan sighed angrily, then turned around and closed the door, locking Qin Zhanwu outside.
When Qin Zhanwu returned home at night, he was caught in the rain and developed a high fever in the middle of the night. He was puzzled. How could he get sick after just a few drops of rain?
He refused to go to the hospital, and after a few days, he developed pneumonia. He Zhixiang dragged him to the military hospital and scolded him, "Zhanwu, is it really that serious? You were just rejected by a little girl, so why are you so desperate? You're still a revolutionary soldier, a revolutionary with an iron will. Look at yourself, is this acceptable?"
Qin Zhanwu dropped his water bottle and rolled his eyes. "Don't make a big deal out of it. What does that little girl have to do with my pneumonia? I was even suspecting you gave me the cold, and you just took the medicine and got better. But I ended up with pneumonia instead."
He Zhixiang sat down and advised: "You should have listened to me. If you work hard on your own, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Ask the leader to do her job, and it will definitely succeed."
Qin Zhanwu shook his head: "Forget it, don't mention it again."
He Zhixiang instinctively felt that something must have happened, but no matter how he asked, Qin Zhanwu refused to say a word.
After Su Yan said this, Qin Zhanwu seemed to give up and never came to see Su Yan again. Sister Wang from the union also asked a few questions: "Why didn't you see Deputy Head Qin come to see you?"
Su Yan smiled and said, "This time we're completely done, Sister Wang."
Sister Wang was surprised: "You kid, it's over, why are you so happy?" She asked why it happened, saying it was a pity, and then said to Su Yan: "Did you know that Da Yan went on a blind date? Guess who he went on a blind date with?"
Since moving to the office on the fourth floor, Su Yan hasn't seen Jiang Dayan except in the cafeteria. She shook her head: "How should I know this?"
Sister Wang glanced at her and said, "You are oblivious to what's happening outside. Even Ming Fan from your office is only nineteen years old."
Su Yan said: "That's good, Mingfan is a good girl."
Sister Wang shook her head. "What's good about it? Jiang Dayan doesn't agree at all. Jiang Dayan's parents are very happy with Mingfan, but the real owner disagrees. I heard that he doesn't even talk to Mingfan anymore."
After hearing this, Su Yan returned to the office and saw Ming Fan's eyes were red. She had obviously been crying. She stood up and poured Su Yan a cup of tea. "Sister Yingzi, must it be tiring to go to the workshop with the Soviet experts?"
Because the Soviet experts were very satisfied with Su Yan's performance that day, most people in the factory asked Su Yan to act as an interpreter.
Su Yan said thank you, took it and drank it, and smiled: "I'm fine, but it's hard for you to write the manuscript alone."
Ming Fan smiled and looked at Su Yan: "Sister Yingzi, your shirt is so beautiful, where did you buy it?"
Su Yan took a look and saw that she was wearing just an ordinary white shirt. Then she heard Ming Fan say, "The skirt you wore that day was also beautiful."
Su Yan was puzzled and laughed, "It's just an ordinary skirt? I bought it at a department store. Sister Xu also bought one a few days ago."
Ming Fan shook her head: "Maybe it's because you are good-looking, so the skirt is also very beautiful." She had no expression on her face when she said this. It was neither a greeting nor a compliment.
Su Yan said a few perfunctory words and sat down to write the manuscript.
After writing for a while, I heard Ming Fan say, "Sister Yingzi, I'm on a blind date with Brother Dayan, do you mind?"
Su Yan finally realized that this was the crux of the matter. She smiled and said, "Why do you ask? Why should I mind? Didn't I also go on a blind date a while ago? It just didn't work out."
Ming Fan seemed relieved and nodded. "Sister Yingzi, don't blame me for being blunt. Everyone in the factory knows that when you were in the personnel department, Brother Dayan liked you. At that time, when you two were getting food in the cafeteria, everyone in the factory was making a fuss. I saw it."
Su Yan frowned: "It's just a commotion. Nothing will happen to us, don't worry."
Ming Fan's expression turned serious as he walked over: "Sister Yingzi, I believe you. You don't look like you like Brother Dayan."
Su Yan never dared to look down on Ming Fan, this little girl, but she understood the survival rules of this era far better than Su Yan herself. Su Yan smiled: "Of course!"
Ming Fan looked into Su Yan's eyes and asked, "Sister Yingzi, if I get married to Brother Dayan, will you bless me?"
Su Yan had no choice but to nod: "Of course!"
Ming Fan finally laughed and took Su Yan's hand: "Sister Yingzi, you are so kind."
Su Yan didn't know why, but she suddenly felt that this little girl made her feel cold and thin all over, and she felt indescribably uncomfortable.
After work, I took Yan Zi from the factory-run kindergarten to the office and worked overtime for another two hours before I finally finished revising the manuscript.
When Su Yan went to bed that night, she glanced at the calendar and realized it was almost November. She had already been here for nearly five months without realizing it. She looked at the calendar, feeling panicky. It had already been almost a month since their last time. Her period had always been regular, and it had never been delayed since she was fifteen. If it didn't come within a week, it would be a serious matter.
Su Yan was worried and couldn't sleep well at night. She kept dreaming of a girl who looked similar to her, wearing a white nightgown and sitting quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room of Su Yan's house.
The girl was almost like a sculpture. If she hadn't blinked occasionally, she wouldn't have looked alive. Su Yan stood in the corner, observing quietly for a while from a third-person perspective. Her hair seemed much longer than the last time she dreamed of her. It seemed like quite a while had passed.
After a while, the door opened and Su Yan's mother came in carrying a bag. The girl hid against the sofa in an instant, like a frightened little rabbit.
Su Yan's mother smiled and raised the bag in her hand: "Today, Mom bought chicken and sand ginger. Let's eat sand ginger chicken today, okay?"
Su Yan instinctively wanted to rush over and tell her: "I am your daughter, I am Su Yan, she is not, she is Lu Yingzi!" Unfortunately, in such a dream, Su Yan could not do anything, and could not even make a sound.
She watched her mother busying in and out, and could even smell the aroma of the sand ginger chicken, but there was nothing she could do.
The girl stood up and walked slowly towards the dining table. Su Yan then realized that her belly had grown quite big. She drank her soup quietly for a while and asked, "Are we going to the hospital tomorrow, Mom?"
Su Yan's mother smiled, a doting smile that only appeared when Su Yan was very young. "Don't worry, since the doctor said there's a problem with blood clotting and an abortion isn't possible, then it's better for us to give birth to the baby."
The girl paused, put down her chopsticks, and stared coldly at Su Yan's mother: "No, I would rather die than have this child."
Su Yan's mother nodded: "Let's listen to the doctor. It's not completely impossible to have an abortion. We need to take care of our bodies first, okay?"
Such gentle words were completely unlike the mother Su Yan remembered. She remembered her mother always scolding Su Yan loudly: "How are you going to college with just over 500 points? You need at least over 600 to get into a 985 university, okay?"
Su Yan had no choice but to put on her headphones, whipped out her keyboard, and opened a webpage. "Mom, my score is 593, which is only a few points away from 600. Wasn't the passing score for Shandong University's national defense students only 598 last year?"
Her mother, who always had a short temper, started to rant: "You're being unreasonable! You've got plenty of food and clothing, yet you only get such a low score? Your father and mother, we all graduated from prestigious universities in 1997, and back then, we had guaranteed job placements. How come you suddenly had a genetic mutation? You're so confused that you can't even get into a low-tier 985 university..."
Su Yan had no choice but to lower her head and listen to her. If she continued to talk back, she would have to wait until the end of the meal.
The girl muttered softly, and Su Yan's mother nodded: "Okay, okay, okay, as long as you are happy, whatever makes you feel comfortable is fine!"
Su Yan stood there, feeling so sad that she burst into tears. She didn't know whether this was the real Lu Yingzi or just a dream.
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The author has something to say: To the readers:
Some comments have been calling the female lead a bitch and the male lead disgusting. I swear I wasn't aware of this when I wrote it, and I had no intention of portraying the male and female leads as bitchy or disgusting. In my opinion, the two protagonists were in love, and there were no moral issues involved. (Of course, this could also be because I, an old, unpopular author, haven't read in a while, don't understand current trends, and my thinking is a bit out of date.) I apologize for this, as it has irritated some readers (I don't know if I should address this, or how to address it appropriately).
As a long-time writer, I honestly don't get paid enough for my novels. The biggest motivation for me is sharing my stories. Therefore, readers' comments are very important to me, and I'm also someone who is very influenced by them. (I'm a bit sensitive, so I'm going to reflect on that.)
The article is already very long, and I can't revise it anymore. I can only let myself go. As a "three-no" author (no outline, no manuscripts, and no persona), I just write whatever comes to my mind. Now I may not be able to write as much every day as before, I can only maintain 3,000 words a day.
Finally, thank you all for your praise and your love for my article.
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