Yan Zeyang glanced at his father, took a step forward and opened the letter. The military district's special envelope was relatively large and contained seven or eight pages of old paper. He took out the letter and read halfway through. Veins on the back of his hand were already popping out.
The guard who was standing at the door was startled by the sudden sound coming from inside the door. Then he heard an angry voice coming from the chief's office, with words like "I don't believe it" faintly. If the person who entered was not Chief Yan's son, the guard would have rushed in.
Not long after, the office door was forced open. Captain Yan had a sullen face and was holding a few twisted pieces of paper in his hand. He walked away without even closing the door.
…
Shi Lian has been doing well recently and got a job at a newspaper. His father specially found some connections for him, so he is now a celebrity in the newspaper. Occasionally, he can even submit a story to other magazines or write a short poem.
Being in your twenties is already a great age. Of course, this is also the age when your head is full of pornographic garbage.
As soon as his life settled down, he remembered the taciturn girl before he moved. The girl had been living with an old lady in her eighties who was still sharp-eyed and full of energy. It was obvious that the old lady was not a good person. Every time she stared at him, her eyes were like dead fish eyes with white foam, as scary as a dead person.
Every time Shi Lian sent the girl home, she would run back when she saw her from a distance. It was said that she often scolded the girl, either by hitting her back or her arms.
He and the girl were just classmates at first. He was two years older than the girl. Although the girl had a sallow complexion, her facial features were very beautiful and she was very conspicuous at school. However, she had a bad temper and rarely spoke a word all day. Later, he sent her food several times and they gradually became familiar with each other.
Later, I sent her home, and then...
He tasted the flavor of a woman from her. For a man who has just started his career, it was the ultimate delicacy. If you have never tasted it, you will never be able to experience the feeling of being able to fly. The girl had no relatives. It was said that her parents worked in a big factory, but they left her alone here to live with a lonely old lady. For many years, there was only a young girl and a gloomy old woman living in the house.
Shi Lian found that she was difficult to approach at first, but as long as he was nice to her, she would become very trusting of him. After he was nice to her several times, she threw herself into his arms. The first time was when he was eighteen years old, on the way to send her home, in an empty grove.
After that, for more than half a year, he secretly sent her home. Until one day half a year later, she never came to school again. He heard that she had dropped out of school. Later, he ran to her house and found that she was being beaten by the old woman. She looked like she was about to die. She collapsed on the bed and couldn't get up. Her face was pale as if she had lost blood.
When the old woman saw him, her eyes turned white with fishy look, and she ran after him with a stick as thick as her arm, calling him a beast. Shi Lian was hit on the back several times, and finally he pushed the old woman down before running away.
After that, he never saw the girl again until a year later, when his family moved to a neighboring city. Some time ago, when he returned to the old house, he asked about the whereabouts of the girl. It was said that the old lady had died a few months ago, and the girl was taken back to her parents' home and there was no news from her since.
Shi Lian had dreamed of her countless nights. After all, she was his first woman. After tasting that intoxicating feeling, whenever he thought of her, her image would appear in his mind every day and night. He would think of how smooth her skin was, how soft her breasts were, how pleasant it was to have sex with her, and how beautifully her moans sounded.
This was a very wonderful thing in that taboo era, in the uninhabited woods and grasslands, in the setting night. He didn't know how many times he had recalled it. In order to keep that feeling, every time he thought of her, he would process the fragments in his memory and describe her with all the beautiful words and bold descriptions he knew, her body, her skin, her voice, her initiative, her orgasm...
He never thought of showing these things to others. He just wrote down what he remembered, so that he could appreciate it slowly and savor it slowly, because the girl's white body in his memory was sacred and beautiful, until one day he no longer needed it, and then he would destroy it without leaving any trace.
So, he secretly put what he wrote in a pile of newspapers under the bookshelf in his room. He would take it out and read it every night. The paper was already covered with traces of his constant flipping and some yellowed marks...
He wrote the girl's name at the end of the paper, and wrote: I will never forget the girl who gave me her youth and my first time. She is also my first beautiful love. She has a beautiful name, Wen Xin.
Recently, Shi Lian has been feeling a little uneasy. A few days ago, when her mother was cleaning the room, she actually moved his bookshelf and gave away his stack of newspapers.
He chased his mother and asked, who did you give it to? Her mother said that a few soldiers came to the house. They were tired from walking and came to ask for a bowl of water. They gave them a lot of money and ticket money, and had lunch at home at noon.
Later, a soldier said that he wanted to buy some newspapers to paste on the wall. Knowing that you were from a newspaper company, he said any amount was fine and gave them a lot of money. His mother was blinded by the money and sold them a stack of newspapers he had placed on the bookshelf.
The soldiers took the newspapers and left.
I can’t find it now.
After Shi Lian lost his temper with his mother, he was restless at work these days, and he always had a bad feeling in his heart. He knew what he wrote, and if those bold descriptions were seen by others...
He could only hope that the person who saw it was illiterate, or that the person who received it did not know who wrote it, and that he did not sign his name on it, so he could simply deny it.
Just as he got off work and was riding his bicycle back home, he rode to a remote place. As soon as he turned a corner, a man suddenly came over and kicked him and his bicycle down. He fell two meters away as if he was hit by the force of a cannonball. He was dizzy and couldn't even groan.
As he lay there, he saw a man striding towards him and coldly dragging him into an uninhabited house nearby.
Soon, screams of people being beaten were heard from inside.
"Stop hitting me. I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I wrote it!" Shi Lian's glasses had been crushed to pieces, even the frame was broken, one of his front teeth had fallen out, and his mouth was full of blood. The other party had killed him and suffocated him. If he didn't tell them, he would probably die here today.
"I said, what I wrote, it was written by me, and everything I wrote is true. Her name is Wen Xin, and we were classmates in middle school, sitting in the front and back seats. We loved each other freely, and we couldn't help ourselves..."
The man's strength was so great that even a man like him couldn't resist. He was pinned to the wall, his feet kicking helplessly in the air, but he couldn't even reach the ground. The strength of his single arm was enough to kill him. Shi Lian knew this clearly.
"Did you force her? Did you?" The other person looked at him fiercely with bloodshot eyes, like a killer who had lost his mind.
Shi Lian struggled in fear, "No! No! I didn't rape her. It was her who seduced me. She kissed me first. Yes, she threw herself into my arms first. She said she liked me. She really did it voluntarily. I swear, I swear on my life, if I tell a lie, I will not die well, and my whole family will not die well..."
After Shi Lian finished speaking, he was thrown against the wall like a sack, and then slowly fell to the ground, lying on the ground with blood all over his face, gasping for breath.
…
Wen Xin was drying her quilts in the yard. The warm sunlight shone on the quilt. The quilt, which had been dried by the sun, felt fluffy and comfortable. She dried the quilts every three or two days, sweeping the dust off the quilt while drying it and humming a little tune.
"I want to cross this desert to find my true self, with only a camel by my side." As he sang, he would twist his shoulders and wave his arms rhythmically, "The wind blows, the clouds float, and suddenly a river of love appears, and I step onto the desert..."
Before she finished singing, the door was pushed open with a bang.
Wen Xin was startled and looked at the door. It was Yan Zeyang. She immediately ran over happily, "Why are you here so early today? Are you coming back for lunch? I'll cook. What do you want to eat?" As she said that, she wanted to get into his arms and hug his waist.
Yan Zeyang likes her to hug his waist the most, no matter whether she hugs him from the front, from the back, or from the side, he is always very compliant and will agree to anything she asks him to do.
But today, somehow, he pushed her hand away and strode into the house.
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment. Why was he so angry? He was fine when he left in the morning, and she followed him in quickly.
When she entered the room, he was standing by the closet with his back to her. Wen Xin intuitively felt that the atmosphere was not very good, and there was a sense that a violent emotion was being suppressed and was about to erupt.
"What's the matter?" She walked over and asked in a low voice.
Yan Mo turned his head, his eyes as cold as ice, looking at her like a stranger.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't you sleep well last night? Why are your eyes red?" Wen Xin slowly walked forward and pulled his hand.
Yan Motou didn't move. Ren Wenxin held his arm and slowly snuggled into his arms, looking up at him with her little face, looking like she wanted to act coquettishly.
"Are you tired..." Wen Xin said worriedly.
"Are you so proactive towards all men?" He stared at her with cold eyes and an even colder voice.
Wen Xin: "..." She relaxed a little and said jokingly: "No, I've only been so proactive with you. Don't you like it?"
"Only to me?" He pursed his lips tightly and stared at her. His cold eyes were like sharp blades. "I'm asking you, answer me honestly and don't lie. Before me, did you have a man you liked? Who was he?"
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment. She... Of course she had someone she liked, but that was before she came through the transmigration. She had had three boyfriends, and they all dated based on love. However, liking someone doesn't mean anything. After being together for a while, she felt that she didn't like him anymore. In addition, she was very busy every day, so no matter how much she liked him, it would fade. After all, handsome men and beautiful women are mysteriously confident in their looks. There are plenty of pretty ones, and if this one is gone, there will be the next one. Moreover, the atmosphere in art schools is quite open, and boyfriends and girlfriends change frequently. Favor comes and goes quickly. Basically, no one dates with the purpose of getting married. Subconsciously, most of them are just having fun. If there is wine, drink today, and if there is no wine, rest tomorrow.
No one in this circle knows what will happen to anyone in the future. No one would decide that early.
Later, Wen Xin came to this era and found that although this era was short of material things, the emotions were more loyal and pure than those in later generations. She found it very rare that there were men like her who wanted to get married and take responsibility after being together for just a few days. At the same time, she felt an inexplicable sense of psychological security that the original world could not give her. It seemed that staying with him could shelter her from the wind and rain, and as long as he was with her, she was not afraid of anything. This was something she had never experienced in the original world. At that time, she was alone and could only rely on herself. She could not rely on anyone.
Without waiting for her to answer, Yan Mo's eyes turned red with anger, "Have you ever kissed another man? Have you ever been with another man?"
Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat when she was asked.
It's still a bit empty, how could it not exist? But it doesn't exist in this era.
At the moment when her eyes hesitated, the rage that Yan Mo had been suppressing surged into his heart. The blue veins on his forehead popped out faintly. His heart ached, his eyes were red, and he reached out and threw the phone on the low cabinet beside him to the ground. Together with the tea tray and the cupboard next to it, they shattered into pieces with a crash.
Looking at the woman in front of him whom he wanted to marry, thinking of the man saying that they loved each other, and seeing the description on the paper, he looked at her with bloodshot eyes.
Yan Zeyang had never lost his composure like this in front of a woman. He was not afraid of thousands of troops, but he never expected that one day he would fall for a woman.
Stepping on the broken glass on the ground was like stepping on his aching heart.
Wen Xin heard the sound of the door slamming.
She was a little frightened and didn't know what was going on. She looked at the debris on the ground and ran out in a hurry without cleaning it up. When she reached the door, she only heard the sound of a jeep starting and then roaring away.
…
At dinner, He Wenyan muttered, "What's going on? Why didn't the father and son come back for dinner today? Is Zeyang busy too? I didn't hear that the group is busy recently?"
Wen Xin was taking care of Yan Miaomiao while she was eating. When she heard this, she felt worried and said, "Maybe he's busy with other things."
"By the way, what happened to the phone at home? Why is the handpiece broken?" He Wenyan asked.
"I'm sorry, Auntie. I accidentally dropped it while I was cleaning. Let me pay for the price of the phone." Wen Xin said hurriedly. She didn't dare to say that it was Yan Zeyang who dropped it. There must be a reason for the drop.
He Wenyan looked at her and said, "Forget it. When the time comes, ask the orderly Xiao Wang to apply for a replacement. Be more careful next time. A phone is so sturdy that it will not break unless you drop it hard. What will people think if it breaks like that? If someone doesn't know, they will think there was a fight at the head of the family and the phone was smashed."
Wen Xin quickly said, "I'll pay attention to it," and then she finished her meal in silence.
She kept an eye on the door at night, but no one came back until the next day.
This made Wen Xin feel a little confused. He was fine when he left in the morning, but he questioned her when he came back at noon. When she answered too late, he slammed the door and left angrily. Yan Motou usually wouldn't make trouble for no reason. If he was jealous, he wouldn't be like that. She just needed to act coquettishly and he would be fine. But something was obviously wrong at noon. Did something happen that she didn't know about?
Wen Xin ran to the military district troops with her lunch box at noon. The soldier who was on duty that day immediately informed her.
She waited for a long time with her lunch box in hand before Political Commissar Ye came running over. He wiped the sweat off his head and hurried over from nowhere. He was a little embarrassed to see Wen Xin, and said with a smile: "Comrade Xiao Wen, have you been waiting for a long time? Looking for Commander Yan, oh, he...he hasn't been in the regiment these two days. The organization has training so..."
"Is that so?" Wen Xin couldn't hide her disappointment, but she still smiled and handed the lunch box bag she made to Political Commissar Ye, "Political Commissar Ye, don't be disgusted with this, I won't mention it back, you can add a meal."
"This..." Political Commissar Ye saw that she had handed over the tape, "Then thank you, Comrade Xiao Wen. When Captain Yan comes back, I will tell him immediately that you are here to deliver lunch."
Wen Xin nodded, then walked back, looking back every few steps.
Political Commissar Ye returned to the regiment commander's office. Yan Zeyang was writing a report. He coughed seriously and put the lunch box on the table in the office with a thump. "Your lunch. I said you called me back so that I could send someone to you, right? The person left. He kept looking back as he left. His eyes were red."
As he spoke, Yan Zeyang's throat moved slightly, but his expression did not change, and his pen did not stop.
"Write a self-criticism? You should! How badly did you beat the man? The injury will take at least three months." It was only later that people found out that Political Commissar Ye had beaten someone. It was said that his father called him to the office and said that no one else knew, but the guards had never seen the leader get so angry. They scolded Captain Yan for half an hour, asking him what the Party and the people had cultivated for so many years, just to let you beat someone for no reason and cause serious injuries that required him to be hospitalized for three months?
However, Political Commissar Ye had inquired about this matter, and the other party did not dare to sue at all. It was very likely that they felt guilty. But it was not good for a soldier to attack local people. Yan Zeyang was put in solitary confinement for a day and wrote a self-criticism, and then the matter was let go. In fact, even if we don't consider the face of the leader, the military region is very protective of its soldiers. Attacking local people? Generally this doesn't happen, but what if the other party is a villain or a hooligan?
Everyone is calling for his death! But few people know why.
"Forget it, it looks like you're not going to eat either. Wen Xin said that this meal would be a snack for me, so I'll take it." Political Commissar Ye pretended to take the lunch box away, and Yan Mo Tou didn't react when he left the door.
He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, the marriage report has been submitted, what happened now? He didn't say anything when asked. It was too difficult for him to be the political commissar in charge of ideological work. After thinking about it, he went back to his office and happily enjoyed the sumptuous lunch. The meat, eggs, vegetables and rice were all delicious, needless to say.
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"Sister Wen Xin, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?" Even Yang Hemiao from the tailor shop could see that she was a little unhappy. She seldom smiled in the past few days. Although she would stroll around the store every day, she didn't talk and laugh as much as before, and she always looked unhappy.
"It's okay." Wen Xin kicked the corner of the table in frustration. Since that day, Yan Mo Tou hasn't come back for several days. This has never happened before. He Wenyan also said that he would come back every day to prevent Yan Miaomiao from being bullied. It was rare that he didn't come back for such a long time. Could it be that the army really had a mission? They should have told them then. Even if they couldn't tell them what the mission was, they should at least tell them that they couldn't come back.
Even Miaomiao misses her brother and keeps wondering why he hasn't come back yet.
Wen Xin always felt that this matter was related to his anger that day. Did he think he was too casual? Or did someone tell him something? Just say whatever you want to say. What's the point of not seeing him for several days? She wants to find him and ask him clearly, but she can't even see him.
Miaomiao missed her brother so much that she cried yesterday. She missed him too. She knew that she was in love. How could people in love not miss each other? She couldn't help but take her lunch box and run to the military area again.
Then the sentry reported that Political Commissar Ye arrived very quickly this time.
"Comrade Xiao Wen, are you here?" Political Commissar Ye led her out of the door and then said, "Captain Yan, he..." He looked at Wen Xin looking at his sparkling eyes and was stuck for a moment, "He... has not returned from the mission yet, why don't you wait a little longer."
"Is he avoiding me?"
"No, no, why would he hide from you? You're overthinking it. Just go back peacefully. It's time to go back."
"Okay." Wen Xin handed the lunch box in her hand to Political Commissar Ye in disappointment, unable to say anything.
Political Commissar Ye returned to the regiment commander's office carrying a lunch box and saw Yan Zeyang standing at the window smoking, looking through the window, not knowing what he was looking at.
"You said, why don't you tell me what's going on between you so that I can mediate between you. Comrade Xiao Wen comes over again and again. If you have something to say, just tell him clearly. You said this... is too immature."
Political Commissar Ye naturally did not wait for any explanation.
When he went home that night and told his wife about it, Political Commissar Ye's wife said, "It's hard to talk to her face to face, but you can't bear to break up. What could this be? It must be the girl's problem. Your Captain Yan is quite pitiful. He's in his twenties and has never had a serious relationship. He finally found someone and was about to get married, but now it's all over. Now he doesn't even go home and lives in the office every day. If he had known this would happen, he would have married the girl I introduced to him before. That girl is married now, and gave birth to a big fat boy in the first year. Now she's pregnant again..."
Political Commissar Ye: "Go away, go away. I didn't even like the woman you introduced. You didn't see how pretty she is now. She's so pretty."
Ye Zhengwei’s wife immediately curled her lips: “What a shame! Can beauty be used to make a living? What’s the use of being beautiful? You stinky soldiers, can you stay at home with such a beautiful girl? Be careful that she runs away with someone else and you won’t even know…”
"What do you mean by run away? What are you talking about?"
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Political Commissar Ye picked up the meal prepared by his wife, packed a lunch box and returned to the military region. The sentry saw that it was Political Commissar Ye who opened the door. The light in the regiment commander's office was still on when he pushed the door open.
I saw Yan Zeyang sitting on the sofa, his military uniform thrown aside, his shirt half-undone, drinking one glass after another. There were two bottles of white wine on the coffee table, one of which was empty.
Political Commissar Ye immediately went over and snatched the remaining bottle of liquor, "What are you drinking? Do you still remember that you are a soldier?" After drinking these two bottles, he would be dead.
He saw Yan Zeyang looking up at him with red eyes. In just the past few days, he had seen this kid lose a lot of weight and almost look unrecognizable.
Political Commissar Ye sighed and put the lunch box in front of him: "My wife has stewed chicken, come and eat."
When Yan Zeyang had a hard time finding a partner, Ye Jianzhou was so worried that his hair fell out. He was also angry and thought, "You are so picky, as if it doesn't matter whether there is a woman or not. Okay, I want to see what kind of person you find in the end. Don't find someone who is devoted to you but still doesn't like you."
As a result, the retribution came so quickly. Before they even got married, a 1.85-meter-tall strong man was tortured beyond recognition.
Political Commissar Ye stayed with the boy until midnight and went back only when he saw that the boy had fallen asleep. He was really worried that something might happen to the boy in his current state. He was the only child in the Yan family. How could Chief Yan not feel sorry for him even though he trained him from time to time?
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In the evening, Wen Xin collected the washed clothes and folded them neatly, especially Yan Zeyang's. After the two of them got together, he sometimes washed his own clothes, and sometimes Wen Xin would wash them for him. She folded the two shirts neatly and put them in the closet.
Looking at the quilt he folded into a square, Wen Xin felt a little uncomfortable. She really didn't understand why they were so sweet before, but changed so suddenly. She couldn't even see him anymore, and there wasn't even a reason. Was it just because she answered the question late? There is no time for people to think about it.
In the evening, He Wenyan came back with a large sealed envelope in her hand and handed it to Wen Xin: "This is from Weiguo's guards. He said that he doesn't object to your marriage with Zeyang, but he hopes you can give an explanation for this matter."
Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat and she reached out to take it. She didn't know what else needed to be explained and conveyed so solemnly. If it was the Wen family, then the Yan family would have known about it from the beginning and there was no need to bring it up now. Since Yan Weiguo asked this, then this matter might be very important.
"Wen Xin, what's the matter? Does Weiguo need to explain to you?" He Wenyan also realized that something was wrong. This sentence carried a lot of weight. Yan Weiguo would not say anything too harsh to a girl like Wen Xin. Just now, asking her to give an explanation was already quite a heavy word.
Wen Xin forced a smile and said, "Auntie, I don't know either. Let me take a look." Then she started to tear the envelope.
After all, He Wenyan came from an intellectual family. Although she was curious, she did not read the letter. She just went to the room and put her bag away. When Wen Xin came in to work as a nanny at the beginning, in order to prevent the nanny from stealing money and bills, she locked all the money and bills in her room, and she would also lock her bag normally.
She attaches great importance to this aspect.
Wen Xin wanted to know what was going on, so she hurriedly tore open the letter and started reading. Inside were several sheets of paper that looked like they were torn out of a notebook. There were only three sheets. At first, she was confused, as if it was a erotic diary written by a man.
But when she saw the woman called the man "Ali" and the man called the woman "Wen Xin", she had a bad feeling. She turned to the third piece of paper, which had a date on it: this incident happened on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.
She was the sixteen-year-old female supporting role two years ago.
Wen Xin suddenly understood vaguely that in the novel she was reading, since Victoria Song wrote her name into the book and assigned her a role as a revenge, the novel must have been described in the most miserable way.
How could it be possible to give this supporting actress a happy childhood? Therefore, this supporting actress had a miserable childhood. Although not much is written about it, occasionally the words between the lines can still reveal the bleakness of the supporting actress' early years.
She did not have a good childhood. She was not loved by her father and mother. She grew up in a palace with her aunt who was a palace maid. There were many rules and regulations, and the love she received was very limited. The description in the letter is that the female supporting character got together with a man named Ali who wrote a diary when she was sixteen.
This is a taboo in this era and at this age. No wonder there is a passage in the book where the supporting actress is forced to perform. The first customer yells at her and calls her a bitch, demands her money back, and shouts that she has been cheated and is not a virgin at all.
It turns out that the foreshadowing is here.
In the previous book, the supporting female character had absolutely nothing to do with the protagonist. Not to mention getting married, they probably never even glanced at each other, so naturally, these things that happened now did not happen. But after Wen Xin traveled through time, she started dating the protagonist without knowing it, and they were preparing to get married. His father must have checked out the woman's background over the years.
Originally, no one knew about this matter, and it was a hidden plot in the book. But unexpectedly, this man named Ali actually wrote it down in his diary, and now there are these pieces of paper in Wen Xin's hands.
Wen Xin was very angry. She wanted to find Yan Zeyang to argue with him. Did he make his decision based on these few pieces of paper? She had never rolled around in the woods with this guy named Ali. She had never told him that she liked him, nor had she seduced him. She didn't even know what he looked like. These were all designed by the author. The female supporting role was set up this way by the author, Victoria Song.
But she quickly grabbed the paper. Yan Weiguo asked her for an explanation. If she was forced, perhaps she and Yan Zeyang still had a chance. After all, the Yan family was decent. As a victim, she should not be discriminated against by them. Perhaps in the eyes of a man, she would have more pity.
But from what is described in these letters, the female supporting role was not forced, but rather volunteered, and the two were even in love with each other. Looking at the words written by this person is simply eye-catching.
She couldn't imagine what Yan Zeyang, the serious old-fashioned man, would think when he saw these things. She didn't even dare to imagine what he would think of her after seeing it.
Wen Xin felt very aggrieved, her eyes were red with grievance. She was the supporting actress, and the supporting actress was her, but she was not the supporting actress, and the supporting actress was not her either. She couldn't explain it clearly now. She wanted to throw herself into Yan Zeyang's arms and explain everything to him, but she was a little confused and didn't know how to say it. I don’t know if he will believe it.
How could she explain that they were all characters in a novel? How to tell him that she is actually a person who traveled from the real world, and that she and the supporting actress are not the same person, they just look alike.
Even if she said these words to real people, others would think she was crazy, let alone people of this era.
She felt aggrieved, so aggrieved that she was about to explode. She never thought that Song Qian actually had a foreshadowing here. The supporting female role in this book was too miserable, with a miserable childhood, being deceived into doing the flesh trade, and a miserable ending. And now, she has traveled through time, and to the people in this world, she is the supporting female role, and the supporting female role is her.
Now, the past of this supporting actress suddenly came up, and there was an irreconcilable and insurmountable gap between her and the male lead, caused by a random foreshadowing by Victoria Song.
As proud as Yan Zeyang is, would he want a woman with such a relationship and past? He hasn't come back for four or five days, so his actions have already given the final answer.
When He Wenyan came out, she saw Wen Xin still standing at the door with red eyes. She asked her what happened.
Wen Xin shook her head: "It's okay, Auntie." Then she went back to the kitchen, stuffed it into the stove, and watched it burn clean.
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The next morning, she ran to the military district. She did not bring a lunch box, nor did she ask the sentry to report. She just looked through the gate at the military district troop yard, where the soldiers were training. The sentry knew the relationship between Wen Xin and the regiment commander. He saw Wen Xin looking at the door again and again, and said to her eagerly, "Comrade, you just need to come at noon. The regiment commander and the political commissar are having a meeting now."
Wen Xin said, "No, it's nothing."
When she walked back, her eyes were red and she looked back several times. She just wanted to see him today. In fact, he had never left the military area, he just didn't want to see her.
Wen Xin understood. She had thought about it all night yesterday and decided to leave. Today she just wanted to see him for the last time.
She knew that she could not explain this matter, and she had no reason to stay in the Yan family any longer. She also had her own dignity. She would take the initiative to love others, but she would not beg humbly, nor would she engage in unnecessary entanglement.
When Wen Xin returned, it was windy and rainy. The raindrops fell and soaked her clothes and hair.
She went all the way back to Yan's house and packed the clothes in the closet into bags and boxes. When there was no trace of her having lived in the room, she placed a letter on the table. She originally wanted to take off the watch on her wrist, but she was a little reluctant. After thinking it over again and again, she finally decided to keep it as a souvenir. This was proof that he had once loved her. Maybe when she let go of this relationship and completely forgot about it one day, she would mail it back to him. But by then he probably wouldn't want to see it.
Braving the drizzle, Wen Xin boarded a southbound train. Standing at the window of the green train, she looked out at the sky filled with rain.
I have to wander alone again.
Tears of parting flowed instantly. Goodbye, Kyoto. Goodbye, the one I loved.
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