Chapter 135 Last Words
Chapter 135
Unfortunately, Meng Yingying couldn't hear it.
"Professor Song, what did you say?"
Song Fenfang shook her head, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, and murmured, "It's another new year."
I wonder if her Yingying is doing well.
In this desolate desert, even meeting up becomes a luxury.
But what good would it do to meet?
Song Fenfang coughed lightly, gazing at the stars outside, a touch of melancholy in her eyes. Du Xiaojuan approached, carrying a coat, and draped it over her shoulders. "Professor Song, please take care of yourself."
If her health deteriorates further, there will be no cure.
Song Fenfang waved her hand dismissively, "It's inconvenient to wear these, and we'll be going to the base to check the data soon."
"You can leave it there."
Du Xiaojuan disagreed for the first time, even with a hint of assertiveness, "You wear it, we'll talk about it outside later. Besides, it's cold outside, the temperature difference between day and night can be twenty degrees, Professor Song."
Du Xiaojuan looked up, her tone serious, "Even if you don't care about your own health, you should think about Comrade Meng Yingying. She has already lost her father. If you also lose your father, what if people like the Qi family bully her in the future?"
She could tell that Song Fenfang was now completely exhausted and didn't care about her health anymore.
She couldn't acknowledge her daughter, and the experiments at the base weren't over yet; she couldn't afford to die.
So she's only hanging on by a thread, but anyone with eyes can see that Song Fenfang has actually lost all her will to live.
If it weren't for that last bit of responsibility, she probably wouldn't even be involved in the current project experiments anymore.
Hearing Du Xiaojuan's words, Song Fenfang originally didn't plan to wear it, but thinking of Yingying, she put it on anyway.
Ultimately, as long as she was around, no one could bully Yingying.
He Run arrived a little after 1 p.m. He was driving a dilapidated car, speeding across the desert, with a pot steaming on the back seat.
At 2:10, the base was not only not resting, but was also a scene of bustling activity.
He Run was holding a stainless steel pot, the lid tightly closed, but you could still faintly smell the aroma of meat.
Where is Professor Song?
The first person he asked was Song Fenfang.
"Professor Song just went to the hinterland to check the data."
He Run frowned slightly and handed over the stainless steel pot. "Start a fire and heat the pot. We'll all be having mutton tonight."
Although it's late mutton, it's still better than eating naan every meal.
Upon hearing that they were going to eat mutton, everyone instantly became excited.
He Run walked along the desert. The desert temperature was more than minus thirty degrees Celsius at a little past one o'clock. There was not a trace of moisture, only dry and biting wind, which cut like a knife and stung the face.
He Run actually spends most of his time making deployments within the base; he rarely comes to frontline locations like the heart of the desert.
You'll only know how cold it is here once you get there.
Even my breath was icy cold.
He Run fell silent for a moment. He now understood why Song Fenfang's health was poor. It would be strange if she were healthy in such a harsh environment.
He walked for about half an hour before finding Song Fenfang deep in the desert, where she was squatting on the ground examining the results of her experiment.
He Run then came over and said, "Fenfang, take a break, go back and have some mutton hot pot, then come back and continue working."
Song Fenfang ignored it. She looked down and examined the shattered fragments, wondering what was wrong with the settings that caused it to explode with a bang during use.
"There's something wrong with the data."
She murmured to herself. But the desert was dark in the dead of night, and it was hard to see anything with just the flashlight in her hand.
"If there are any problems, go back and talk to them."
He Run reached out and pulled Song Fenfang to her feet. "Look at the time! Are you out of your mind?"
Song Fenfang frowned, took a step back, and staggered. If He Run hadn't caught her in time, Song Fenfang would have fallen.
"Song Fenfang!"
He Run's voice was somewhat urgent; he finally grabbed her and said, "Go back."
The first time, he was forceful, leaving Song Fenfang no room for repentance.
They dragged the person into the car. Song Fenfang sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. Her throat tasted slightly metallic, but she forced it back down.
"He Run, how many years have we known each other?"
He Run gripped the steering wheel, staring ahead at the endless desert, illuminated only by the car headlights. His knuckles clenched tighter. "Thirty-nine years, what happened?"
He met Song Fenfang when he was five years old, and Song Fenfang was three years old.
Song Fenfang leaned back in her chair, feeling weak and her breathing heavy, but even so, she turned her head and looked at him earnestly, "He Run, we've known each other for thirty-nine years. If I die, would you please take care of Yingying for me?"
This was the first time in forty years that Song Fenfang had known He Run that she had asked him for a favor.
Song Fenfang was a privileged girl since childhood. She was proud, and even at the height of her fame, He Run, who lived in the motor factory compound, would follow her around.
He Run didn't speak. He stared straight ahead, not daring to even turn his head. "Song Fenfang, if you don't take care of your own daughter, who do you expect to take care of her?"
Song Fenfang's shoulders slumped. "I'm afraid I won't live much longer."
She did not fulfill her responsibilities as a mother while she was alive.
When she died, all these things should have been arranged in advance.
Only in this way can she leave with some peace of mind.
He Run, who was nearly 46, had some redness in his eyes. "Song Fenfang, you're only 42."
You're only forty-two years old.
He practically roared those last few words, "You're so young, why are you talking about death?"
He finally turned around, a tear falling from his eye, and said almost viciously, "Song Fenfang, I will not help you take care of your daughter, I never will."
"If you want to take care of her, then you should live a good life yourself."
At this point, he said defiantly, "Don't you think about it? That wolf cub from the He family outside married your daughter. Aren't you afraid he'll treat your daughter badly in the future?"
He Run had investigated Qi Donghan's background and said that calling him a wolf cub was no exaggeration.
Of the dozen or so children in the He family this generation, the most promising, the most capable, and also the most ruthless was Qi Donghan.
This child doesn't have the surname He, but he possesses the ruthlessness that only the ancestors of the He family possessed.
He's ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to others.
Otherwise, Qi Donghan wouldn't have become a regimental commander at such a young age.
At this point, He Run seemed to calm down a lot. "Fenfang, that wolf cub Qi Donghan is different from that little puppy Qi Changming. Meng Yingying was able to get away unscathed from breaking off her engagement with Qi Changming, but if Meng Yingying and Qi Donghan have a falling out in the future..."
"She might not even have a chance to survive."
Of course, that's an exaggeration.
But it also instantly stirred up a mother's determination. Song Fenfang subconsciously said, "That's impossible. I've seen Qi Donghan. He cherishes my Yingying like a precious gem."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have so easily agreed to let Qi Donghan marry Meng Yingying.
Can love remain unchanged for a lifetime?
He Run raised his eyes, his gaze unfathomable, only the white hair at his temples adding a touch of age, making him both refined and gentle.
"Song Fenfang, do you think love can remain unchanged for a lifetime?"
He didn't know whether he was asking Song Fenfang or himself.
If they were young people, they would definitely answer yes without hesitation, but they were not; they were all nearing fifty.
I've experienced love, marriage, and all sorts of growing pains.
They all knew that love was the most elusive and ethereal thing.
Song Fenfang stopped talking. She pursed her lips, looked up at the roof of the car, and at the desert outside. This desert had bound her for a lifetime.
She didn't answer He Run, but that was the best answer.
When Song Fenfang was in love with Meng Baichuan, she defied conventions for him, dropped out of school, severed ties with her parents, and eloped with Meng Baichuan.
But later, after she was captured and brought back, she was isolated in the vast desert, and eventually those feelings of longing faded.
So when He Run asked her, "Will love change?"
Song Fenfang didn't know how to answer. She had once loved Meng Baichuan very much, but twenty years of separation had made that love seem to have slowly disappeared into the wind.
It's not that I don't love you.
It's not that they can't afford to love anymore, nor are they able to love anymore.
As youthful impetuosity fades, what weighs down is responsibility, a future, and an uncertain path ahead.
At this point, love is not a necessity.
Song Fenfang murmured, "He Run, I will live well."
As long as she lives, her daughter will have no worries.
She wanted to carve out a better future before she died, so she didn't ask others for help; she asked the organization.
As long as her contributions are significant enough, the organization will naturally not abandon her daughter, Meng Yingying, even after her death.
*
Harbin-based team.
Meng Yingying's annual leave was extended from New Year's Eve to the 6th, a full seven days. She was also treated like a pig by Qi Donghan at home for seven days.
When I returned to the practice room, I found that my back was too weak to get over the horizontal bar.
Meng Yingying was stunned. "Am I that fat?"
Undeterred, she pushed herself further in, and this time, the soft flesh on her stomach was completely trapped by the horizontal bar.
She took a deep breath, and after a while, she managed to squeeze through.
Meng Yingying, "..."
Meng Yingying then pinched the soft flesh on her stomach, feeling a bit crazy. "I'm going to weigh myself."
When I stepped on the scale, I saw that my weight had increased from 80 pounds to 86 pounds.
Meng Yingying, "..."
They've gone mad.
She gained six pounds in seven days during the Chinese New Year holiday, averaging almost one pound a day.
She had such a comfortable New Year, and with all the thick winter clothes she was wearing, Meng Yingying had no idea she had grown so much all of a sudden.
No, she must have forgotten that the original body was extremely prone to gaining weight; if she wasn't careful, she would suddenly gain weight all at once.
"Your weight is not good, you need to lose weight."
Coach Zhao came over and took a look, then frowned, "How come it's grown so much?"
Meng Yingying also said helplessly, "I don't know either."
"I just eat three meals a day normally." It's just that I'm a little lazy in winter and don't exercise, but she doesn't believe that she can grow so much all of a sudden.
Coach Zhao, "Take off your jacket so I can see it?"
Meng Yingying took off her clothes, revealing only a dance costume underneath, which made her look more proportionate. Actually, Meng Yingying had been too thin before, but now she had gained six pounds and was sticking to her body.
Instead, it has a more balanced beauty.
However, if we're talking about dancing, she's still a bit overweight.
"It looks good like this, but you'll be at a disadvantage when it comes to dancing." Coach Zhao reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Meng Yingying's stomach. "You need to lose some fat here."
"You also need to lose weight in your arms and thighs. For the next week, eat two meals a day, and I will check your weight again after a week."
"And you all—"
Coach Zhao pointed to a row of women outside, "Come over here and weigh yourself again."
As a result, Meng Yingying gained six pounds, which made Ye Yingtao and the others even more frightened. Everyone was a little apprehensive as they stood on the scale.
In the end, even when standing on it, I didn't dare to look at the weight on it.
"I've gained four and a half pounds."
This is also from a cherry tree.
When it was Lin Qiu's turn, she was a foodie, and since she had a rare holiday during the Chinese New Year, she ate everything, which caused her to gain eight pounds in a week.
When Coach Zhao heard this number, his head was buzzing. "What did you eat for the New Year? Were you raised like a pig? You gained eight pounds!"
"Even a pig wouldn't grow as much as you in a week!"
Lin Qiu, "..."
Lin Qiu burst into tears on the spot, feeling humiliated by such treatment. Coach Zhao realized her tone had been too harsh, so she took a deep breath and said, "I haven't seen any of you lose weight in a week. Everyone has doubled their training."
This is inhuman!
Of all these people, everyone has gained weight, but Gu Xiaotang is the only one who hasn't gained or lost weight and is the only one who doesn't need to lose weight.
Meng Yingying was also upset; she couldn't accept her weight.
Gu Xiaotang came over to comfort her, "You're alright. I gained 22 pounds during a winter vacation one year."
Meng Yingying suddenly looked over.
Gu Xiaotang remained relatively calm. "I was just hungry at the time. If I didn't eat anything for a while, I would feel unbearably hungry."
"So I need to eat constantly to satisfy myself."
"Later, I gained too much weight, so Teacher Lin stopped letting me eat, and I started to lose weight." She paused for a while after saying this, "Senior sister, you probably don't know what I've eaten."
Meng Yingying asked instinctively, "What?"
"I was eating half of my rice when I found it full of maggots."
Meng Yingying, “??”
Their eyes widened slightly. "How could there be maggots? Did everyone have them, or was it just in your bowl?"
Gu Xiaotang's voice was hoarse, "Only I have it."
"Senior sister, you don't know, back then, no matter what I ate, there were maggots in the bowl, so much so that I couldn't eat for a long time."
"I lost 40 pounds that month."
From then on, Gu Xiaotang, who was 1.66 meters tall, only weighed 70 kilograms, and sometimes even only 69 kilograms.
This is why Meng Yingying could never treat Gu Xiaotang as her peer, but rather as a child.
Because she was thin, Gu Xiaotang was even thinner than her.
After hearing this, Meng Yingying had only one thought: "Lin Rujuan is truly inhuman."
To help students lose weight, they've even resorted to putting maggots in their food.
No wonder Gu Xiaotang is so thin, even when she eats meat, fish, hot pot, and other delicious food during the Chinese New Year.
She only ever dabbled in things.
Gu Xiaotang smiled and said, "Senior sister, it's alright. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to maintain such a good figure all these years."
"So, don't rush to lose weight if you gain weight, just lose it slowly."
Don't be like her, losing all interest in food from then on.
Eating has become a matter of coping; just enough to keep her alive is enough.
Meng Yingying nodded and sighed, "Stay here a little longer. Since you didn't lose weight over the New Year, it's a good sign, Xiao Tang."
Gu Xiaotang nodded; she did indeed quite like the atmosphere here.
After watching Gu Xiaotang leave, Meng Yingying finally began her weight loss journey. Gaining weight is easy, but losing it is difficult. It took Meng Yingying half a month to lose those six pounds.
It wasn't until the Lantern Festival (January 15th of the lunar calendar) that she weighed herself again, and her weight finally returned to 80 jin (40 kg).
She is 1.67 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms, which is barely within the acceptable range. She can't lose any more weight, otherwise her clothes won't look good.
I can't get any fatter, or I'll become a fat ballet.
After losing weight, Meng Yingying was preparing to start practicing when Zhou Jingsong suddenly found the art troupe and spotted Meng Yingying among a group of people.
"Meng Yingying".
Zhou Jingsong called her by her full name, and Meng Yingying heard him immediately. She turned around sharply and saw Zhou Jingsong at the door.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she ran over. "Is Yue Ru about to give birth?"
She couldn't find any other reason why Zhou Jingsong would suddenly come to see her during work hours.
Zhou Jingsong nodded, his usually gentle face now concealing an unconcealable worry. "Yes."
"She started bleeding this morning and was taken to the hospital two hours ago. She's in excruciating pain and doesn't want anyone else but you."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying's expression changed, and she even forgot to take her coat from the coat rack hanging by the door, turning around and running away.
Ye Yingtao was quick-witted and grabbed her clothes, chasing after her. "Put these on before you go. Yue Ru is fine, but you've caught a cold first."
Meng Yingying put on her clothes and ran off. It was only about ten minutes on the way to the hospital, but she had already imagined countless bad outcomes.
When she arrived at the hospital, before she even entered the ward, she could already hear Zhao Yueru's heart-wrenching cries from inside.
"Yingying, I want Yingying to come here."
She kept repeating that sentence.
At times like this, she doesn't trust anyone, including Zhou Jingsong.
She only trusts Meng Yingying.
As Meng Yingying walked to the door, she heard Zhao Yueru's heart-wrenching voice. She paused and almost reflexively ran inside.
When she came in, Zhao Yueru was lying on the hospital bed with her legs spread wide apart, and the nurse was still scolding her, "You're only dilated to two centimeters, only two centimeters, why are you making such a fuss?"
"Everyone has children, but which mother who has given birth yells like you?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying's face instantly turned cold. She strode open the door and said, "If it hurts, shouldn't you scream? Comrade, you are a woman too. If you were lying in bed giving birth, in excruciating pain, and people still complained about you and told you not to scream, then let me ask you, did you just endure it?"
The family members were assertive, and the nurses' expressions turned sour.
"I was also trying to persuade her."
They were indeed at a slight disadvantage.
"I see you're not very old. When you have a baby like this next time, I'll give you the same advice."
"Bear the pain and don't scream, otherwise you won't act like a mother."
Meng Yingying rarely showed her emotions like this. Her voice was sharp as she said, "They are mothers, not superheroes. What? Being a mother means you can't even complain about the pain?"
The rapid-fire chatter silenced the nurse.
It was the head nurse who stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Comrade Meng, Xiao Wang is also a new nurse. She's just trying to help the mother, wanting her to exert less effort so she won't be too weak during childbirth."
Before Meng Yingying could speak, the head nurse said, "It's perfect that you're here too. The mother in labor keeps asking for you. Go in and keep her company, and try to persuade her to save her energy for the baby's birth."
This is the second time this has been emphasized.
Meng Yingying wasn't one to make trouble unnecessarily. She hummed in agreement, and only after the nurses had all left did she turn to look at Zhao Yueru lying on the hospital bed.
The first month of the lunar calendar wasn't over yet, and the temperature was still quite low, but she was only wearing two thin layers of clothing, and at that moment she was covered in sweat and her face was pale.
When Meng Yingying saw Zhao Yueru like this, tears instantly welled up in her eyes. "Yueru."
She walked to the bedside in a few steps. Zhao Yueru tried to force a smile, but she couldn't.
So much so that her smile looked more like a grimace. "Don't look, I'm fine."
"Yingying, I just miss you."
Meng Yingying nodded, "Are you alright? Yue Ru, are you alright?"
Her eyes were also filled with tears.
Zhao Yueru has always loved beauty. Her capitalist background instilled in her a love for cleanliness and beauty from a young age, which extended to her dressing appropriately.
She had never done that before.
Zhao Yueru nodded, forcing herself to speak, "I'm alright."
When she screamed, the person she cared about wasn't there; but when Meng Yingying appeared, she didn't want to scream anymore.
She was afraid that Meng Yingying would worry.
Zhao Yueru tried to stand up. "Yingying, help me. I want to get out of bed and walk around."
She's dilated to two centimeters; it's far too early for her to give birth.
Meng Yingying was worried, but the nurse waiting outside said, "The mother can get up and move around first. Moving around will help her cervix dilate faster."
After hearing this, Meng Yingying went to help Zhao Yueru up. She couldn't support her by herself, so Zhou Jingsong came over to help.
One person supports the left side, and the other supports the right side.
Despite the pain, Zhao Yueru struggled to get out of bed and walk with great difficulty. She walked around the ward repeatedly until she could no longer hold on.
The excruciating pain caused her mind to go blank for a moment.
She asked Meng Yingying and Zhou Jingsong to help her to bed, where Zhao Yueru lay down, taking deep breaths repeatedly.
After a long while, I finally felt a moment of relief.
She looked up at Zhou Jingsong and said, "Get out."
The voice was somewhat cold, but Zhou Jingsong couldn't care less at this moment. He couldn't help, so he just did whatever Zhao Yueru said.
He left almost without hesitation, but before leaving, his gaze fell on Meng Yingying with a hint of pleading, hoping that Meng Yingying could take good care of Zhao Yueru for him.
Meng Yingying nodded gently, and Zhou Jingsong left.
Zhao Yueru raised her hand, but couldn't lift it, so she hooked Meng Yingying's arm with her pinky finger, "Come here."
"Keep it close."
Her breath was faint and weak.
Meng Yingying was puzzled, but she still leaned close to her ear.
Zhao Yueru was breathing heavily, as if she were giving her last instructions, "I buried two boxes of large yellow croakers under my bed."
"Yingying, if by some chance I can't hold on, you can take the big yellow croaker and keep it."
"Don't tell Zhou Jingsong."
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Author's Note: I revised and locked that chapter again and again last night, it made me so angry I almost cried!! I'm so angry!!!
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