As she stumbled to her feet, Qin Meihua grabbed her wrist. The latter was wearing a brand new Dacron shirt.
Fu Hanzhou's attention was suddenly attracted by the jade pendant on Qin Meihua's chest - it was the engagement token his family gave to Qin Ying, but now it was worn on Qin Meihua's chest.
"Brother Hanzhou, don't listen to my sister's excuses! We saw it with our own eyes last night..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly covered her mouth and sobbed with shaking shoulders.
"My sister did something like this, which really makes me ashamed to face you."
Fu Hanzhou wanted to rush over and pull Qin Meihua's hand away, but he passed through their bodies again.
He frowned impatiently at "himself" and slammed the divorce agreement on the table:
“Follow the procedure.”
Fu Hanzhou watched as "himself" signed his name without hesitation. Amidst the sound of the pen tip piercing the paper, Qin Ying suddenly struggled violently, whimpering like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Let me go! Brother Fu... look at me, they drugged me! Look at this!"
She stumbled towards the corner of the table, her patched cuffs scraping harshly against the rough surface. Her nails, stained with dried mud, dug into her pockets, and her hand, clutching the candy wrapper, trembled violently. Dark red powder fell onto the divorce agreement, like her unshed blood.
"They gave me something to drink... I didn't..."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, finally turning into sobs, and she just kept repeating:
"I didn't... I really didn't..."
"I've seen it all. There's nothing more to say. Nowadays, people value freedom of marriage. I won't hold you responsible for ruining a military marriage. I'll let you go."
Fu Hanzhou watched "himself" coldly shake off Qin Ying's hand without even glancing at the candy wrapper in Qin Ying's hand.
I'm so heartbroken that I can't speak.
He yelled at himself:
"If she didn't want to, why would she wait for you for two years? How could you be so stupid? How could you be so stupid!"
Qin Ying was thrown to the ground, and the back of her head hit the concrete steps hard.
She squinted her eyes in pain, curled up into a ball, and trembled like a wounded animal.
"Since my sister doesn't love brother Hanzhou, why bother to bother with him?"
Qin Meihua's eyes flashed with viciousness, and she turned to the staff with a gentle smile:
"Please hurry up and don't delay Captain Fu's work."
Qin Ying curled up on the ground, looking at the divorce agreement thrown in front of her, tears falling on it, forming dark spots.
She dipped the hand holding the pen into the ink bottle three times before she could barely hold the pen.
The crooked strokes spread across the paper like a wound crawling with earthworms.
She suddenly let out a suppressed sob - it turned out that the word "divorce" was the first word she learned to write in her life.
Seeing her trembling hands and signing stiffly and awkwardly, Fu Hanzhou suddenly understood. No wonder she drank the medicine. She couldn't read.
He felt a bitter pain in his heart, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he roared at Fu Hanzhou who was standing indifferently beside him:
"You can't do this to her? Where's your usual calmness? Where's your rationality? Has it all been eaten by dogs?"
His fists repeatedly smashed into "his own" upright back, his knuckles breaking the air with a dull sound, but he couldn't even touch the buttons on the other's military uniform.
The moment the shadow's palm penetrated the solid object, a biting coldness crawled along the fingertips into the heart, which was a hundred times more painful than the frostbite on the battlefield that winter.
Qin Ying knelt on the ground, looking at the resolute back of "Fu Hanzhou" in despair, and broke down in tears.
She buried her face in her patched sleeves, and her suppressed sobs echoed in the empty room.
Qin Meihua took a last glance at Qin Ying lying on the ground, a smile of success appeared on the corner of her lips, and she trotted to catch up with "Fu Hanzhou".
Fu Hanzhou's shadow suddenly trembled violently, as if it was about to be torn apart by some force. At the moment when his fingers dug deeply into the ground -
In the ward, his wrist twitched uncontrollably and the IV tube was pulled taut.
Qin Ying hurriedly held down his trembling arm, and her fingertips touched the tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.
"Fu Hanzhou..."
She wiped his face with sobs, but heard broken whispers coming out of his throat:
"I'm sorry! I was wrong..."
The alarm of the heart monitor suddenly accelerated, and she could only hold his hand tightly, letting her tears fall on the back of his hand.
Qin Ying leaned closer to Fu Hanzhou, wanting to hear what he was saying, but hearing this sentence made her breath stagnate. What was he dreaming about?
"Fu Hanzhou, wake up!
"Fu Hanzhou, wake up!"
The loudspeaker outside the Civil Affairs Bureau blared, and news about the revision of the Marriage Law drifted in mixed with the noise of electricity.
Qin Ying's tears fell on the four words "voluntary divorce". The blurred ink gradually merged with the slogan of "freedom and equality" on the radio, turning into a blurry black.
Fu Hanzhou looked at Qin Ying crying on the ground, and the sound mixed with the broadcast from the loudspeaker outside the door suddenly distorted into a sharp suona sound.
The concrete floor before my eyes began to ripple, like the surface of a lake into which a stone had been thrown.
When the ripples dissipated, the mottled green-painted iron gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau had turned into an auditorium arch decorated with red silk.
He looked down and found that he was still clenching his fists.
In the center of the auditorium, "myself" in military uniform was standing in the crowd with Qin Meihua.
A Double Happiness sticker was pasted askew on the white wall, and "myself" was wearing a washed-out military uniform with a large, glaring red flower pinned on his chest.
Qin Meihua stood beside him, her floral shirt starched neatly, and on her chest she wore the engagement jade pendant given to the Qin family by the Fu family.
"Captain Fu, Comrade Qin, the marriage certificate has been processed."
The clerk pushed the red book over.
He watched "himself" take it expressionlessly, and caught a glimpse of the enamel pot Qin Meihua handed over out of the corner of his eye - it was filled with brown sugar water, and a few inconspicuous dark red particles were sunken at the bottom of the cup.
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