The enamel cup in the man's hand was still stretched out in front of him.
Su Ruo withdrew her gaze from the little boy and looked at the enamel cup, which contained red and black sugar water with the aroma of brown sugar.
Perhaps she wanted to find some sense of reality, or maybe her throat and head were aching badly, she finally reached out to take the cup handed to her by the man, and without worrying about whether there was something added in it, she drank several gulps.
The warm and sweet brown sugar water went down my throat and then into my stomach. Not only did my throat feel much more comfortable, but my body also seemed to have regained a lot of vitality.
My mind is clearer too.
The aroma and sweet taste also made her feel more real about the present.
She pinched her palm hard with her fingernails again.
I'm not dreaming.
She clutched the cup, turned her head and looked at the table, pointed at the calendar and said, "Can I see that calendar?"
The voice is a little hoarse.
But it’s still my own voice.
Thinking of this, she looked at the man again and said, "Mirror, is there a mirror? I want to look in the mirror."
Because of his family environment, Su Ruo is a sensitive person.
Although she was in extreme confusion and panic now, and the man in front of her did not look very good, his face was gloomy, and his aura was even a little scary, but she still felt that this man did not have much ill will towards her.
Or maybe it was because he was wearing a military uniform and had an awe-inspiring sense of righteousness that made people feel he was trustworthy.
And Han Zecheng was an excellent soldier.
The five senses are extremely strong.
He felt like there was something wrong with her.
He looked into her eyes.
The eyes are dark and clear, and they still have some childish trust and prayer...
Her eyes weren't like this before.
Maybe, it’s because I can take the college entrance examination and return to the city.
The expression on his face, which had relaxed, turned cold again. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the cup in her hand. He saw that she was holding it tightly and there was still half a cup in it. She didn't drink much, so he didn't ask her for more. He just stood up and walked to the original table again. He took the desk calendar in one hand and opened the drawer with the other hand. He took out a small round mirror from it, walked back to sit in front of the bed and handed it to her.
Su Ruo was stunned again when she saw the small round mirror.
Because it was something she was familiar with.
This was a relic left to her by her mother and had been with her as long as she could remember.
She put the enamel cup in her hand on the bedside table beside her, without paying any attention to the calendar. She first took the small round mirror and clenched it in her hand, until the copper pattern and inlaid gems on the back of the round mirror pricked her palm and she felt a pain. Only then did she feel relieved.
She took a breath, put the mirror in front of her, and saw a familiar face in it. Although she didn't look very well, the familiar eyebrows, slightly upturned nose, and even the small mole on her lips that could only be seen if you looked carefully were indeed hers. She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's her, it's okay.
While trying to calm herself down, she took the calendar from the man.
She took the desk calendar and looked carefully at the number "1977" on it, staring at it for several seconds to make sure she was not mistaken.
She flipped through it again...it was indeed a calendar. She even found some of her own notes on the front. Although they were just a few words, they were indeed her handwriting.
This calendar can't be fake, right?
Who would go through the trouble of making such a complete calendar for five years later?
So what is going on now?
******
Su Ruo was panicked, but no matter how panicked she was, she didn't want others to see that something was wrong with her until she figured out the situation.
She closed the desk calendar and, not wanting to face the man directly, looked at the little boy.
Then she realized that he was also staring at her.
What to say?
She turned her head to look at the bedside table in front of the bed, put down the calendar in her hand, and took the enamel cup and handed it to the little boy. She tried her best to relax herself, pulled the corners of her mouth to the sides, revealing a stiff smile, and said: "Drink some water, look at you, your mouth is cracked."
The little boy looked at his mother, then at the brown sugar water, licked his lips and said, "Mom, you drink it, I'm not thirsty."
Su Ruo was not used to being called "Ama", but she couldn't help but feel sad for such a child. Her voice softened from the original tension and she said, "Well, I've already drunk. Let's drink together, okay?"
The little boy then said "hmm", nodded his head vigorously, took the enamel cup with both hands with sparkling eyes, and drank two sips carefully.
It looked like he was very thirsty.
"Are you hungry? I'll bring you a bowl of porridge."
Han Zecheng had been watching the interaction between Su Ruo and his son.
Although she seemed reluctant to pay attention to him, he had already gotten used to it. They only saw each other once every year or two, and when they did, they were always polite yet distant.
Although she looked a little strange, her emotions were not too intense and she loved her son very much. The tense expression on his face relaxed a little.
Su Ruo heard him talking to her, looked up at him, smiled politely and carefully, and said, "Okay, thank you."
She was indeed very hungry.
Still a little dizzy.
Although I was very uneasy, no matter what the situation was, I had to fill my stomach and recover my strength first.
Han Zecheng didn't expect her to smile at him.
She had rarely smiled since he had known her.
Of course he knew that she was beautiful, but he didn't expect that her smile would be so soft and bright. The paleness and haggardness on her face were swept away, and she looked particularly lively, as if phosphorescence was sprinkled on the surface of a lake.
He was stunned for a moment, his expression became more relaxed, and he turned and walked out.
When I walked to the door, I heard her weak and hoarse voice saying, "You, I'm not feeling well now, and my head hurts a little. I don't want to see anyone else for the time being. If someone wants to see me, could you please push them away for me first, and then greet them when I get better?"
Han Zecheng paused.
Su Ruo didn't want others to see her problems.
But Han Zecheng misunderstood.
He thought about his mother's reproaches and the looks from his family since he came back. He wondered how much she must have endured these days and felt a little pain in his heart. But when he thought that she had always resisted him and might leave him forever after this time, he felt suffocated. He just paused for a moment, replied "OK", and strode out.
The man went out and Su Ruo breathed a sigh of relief.
She held the little boy's hand and looked up at the room again.
The furnishings were very simple, a wooden wardrobe painted in dark red, a bookshelf, and a table with some odds and ends on it. After looking around, she turned her gaze to the window... Outside the window were no tall buildings or streets, but endless fields behind scattered trees.
Where on earth is this?
"Mom, are you feeling unwell?"
The little boy's childish voice sounded again.
Su Ruo retracted her gaze, looked at the little boy, shook her head, and smiled: "No."
Then he reached out and touched his head, and asked, "Have you eaten well these two days?"
"have."
Actually, no. His mother was sick, so he had no appetite to eat.
“Has anyone bullied you?”
"Who dares?"
The little boy clenched his fist, raised his chin slightly, and said, "I will beat up anyone who dares to bully me!"
Su Ruo:...Kid, your fist is still weak!
Su Ruo slowly asked the little boy questions. Although they were very casual questions, she was able to get some simple information, which made her feel a little more at ease.
Han Zecheng quickly brought back a bowl of white porridge.
Su Ruo did not act pretentiously. Although she felt uncomfortable, she still ate some in spite of the man's gaze in order to regain her strength. She also fed some to the little boy, and the bowl of porridge was soon finished.
Han Zecheng handed the bowl to the little boy and said, "Guoguo, take the bowl to the kitchen and play outside for a while. I'll talk to your mother."
Su Ruo thought, so his name is Guoguo.
Han Guo agreed and looked at Su Ruo with some reluctance.
Su Ruo was already tense again because of the man's words, but she had to face this eventually, so she smiled at the little boy and said softly, "Can you come over later?"
The little boy then happily went out with the bowl in his hand.
******
There were only two people left in the room.
He sat down on the bed and looked at her.
Su Ruo glanced at him and then lowered her eyes, taking a deep breath.
His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to see through people.
Su Ruo didn't say anything.
Before she figured out the situation, she didn't want others to know her current condition, so if he didn't say anything, she wouldn't say anything either. Her mind was trying hard to organize the information she had seen and heard since she woke up.
"Aruo,"
He finally spoke, "Don't worry about the college entrance examination registration. I will arrange it for you. I will also tell my family and will not let them interfere with you. But,"
He looked at her, paused, and said in a deeper voice, "What do you think about this?"
Su Ruo lowered her eyes and could not see his eyes.
But I saw that his hands were clenched into fists and placed on his legs, and I also heard his voice become heavy.
I guess he must care a lot about what she really thinks.
What does Su Ruo think?
What could she think?
She just wanted to figure out what the situation was!
What about taking the college entrance exam... Wasn't she already going to college?
Also, admission to universities is based on recommendation, as the college entrance examination was abolished a few years ago.
And her son, the man sitting by her bed, and the old woman from before, who are they?
In fact, when she saw the number "1977", she already had a vague answer in her mind... Could it be 1977 now?
But this is too unbelievable.
Why did she go from 1972 to 1977 for no reason? What about the five years in between?
Was it swallowed?
Or is it that my brain is broken and I am hallucinating?
However, she bit her lip.
Things have come to this, no matter what the situation is, she has to cheer up and deal with it well.
"I don't know either. I'm a little confused."
She raised her head and looked at him, trying her best to suppress her panic and put on a serious expression, saying, "What about you? What do you think about this?"
Han Zecheng obviously didn't expect her to ask him what he thought.
He looked at her carefully.
Although Su Ruo is young... I don't know if she is still young, but she is quite good at keeping calm and pretending, so even though Han Zecheng's eyes are a bit sharp and she feels weak in her heart, she still holds on.
Fortunately, he didn't look at her for too long.
He looked down at her hands tightly grasping the quilt and said, "I will contact the brigade and help you register. You go to take the exam first. If you pass, you can go to college. As for Guoguo...if it is not convenient for you, let your family take care of her first, or we can see if there is any other more appropriate way."
"If you fail the exam this time, just study hard at home and take the exam again next year... Or you can bring Guoguo with you if you want. That way, you'll have more time to study."
Although the two of them had only a limited amount of time together, they had been married for almost five years after all, so he still understood her.
She didn't like it here, never had.
Not being able to go to college must have been a big blow to her.
Now that she has the chance to leave, there is no way she will stay here.
Su Ruo slowly digested his words. Since she didn't know the situation at the moment, she didn't say anything.
"But divorce, Aruo,"
His voice became deeper again, and his tone was unpredictable. "In the future, if you find someone suitable, we can discuss divorce again, but the exam time is very tight now, so it's better for you to concentrate on reviewing well first."
Find the right...
Discuss divorce again?
Even though Su Ruo was not aware that she was the wife of the man in front of her, she was still shocked by his words.
Would a normal "husband" say something like this?
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