Fu Hanzhou kicked open the carved wooden door, his military boots shattering the morning light.
"If I can't find her, I'll turn this city upside down!"
He staggered out of the house. The cold wind of late autumn blew into his open collar, but he didn't feel a bit of chill.
The jeep was speeding on the road, and Fu Hanzhou's temples were throbbing.
The whole city was lying - the pity in his mother's eyes and his sister's trembling medicine box were all telling him that the Qin Ying who was proficient in medicine and decisive had never existed.
But the warmth of her palm still remained on his skin, the look of her calmly giving orders on the operating table, the light that flashed in her eyes when she started a business, how could it be an illusion?
Unless... someone stole his whole world.
The roar of the jeep's engine made the chandelier on the roof sway slightly.
Fu Hanting looked at the dust outside the window, shook her head and sighed:
"My driving skills have deteriorated. I used to be able to turn without squealing tires."
Qin Ying clutched the hem of her clothes and timidly came down from upstairs, her voice as small as a frightened sparrow:
"Mom, Brother Fu, Brother Fu, who is the 'Yingying' he's calling?"
She twisted her fingers, her eyes shifting uneasily between Xu Jinshu and Fu Hanting.
Fu Hanting served a bowl of steaming red date millet porridge:
"Don't pay attention to him, sister-in-law. He's having a hysterical fit early in the morning. He doesn't even recognize his own wife."
Xu Jinshu took off his glasses and wiped them, his tone gentle and calm, typical of a scholar:
"Maybe he's tired from the military work."
She reached out and gently patted the back of Qin Ying's hand:
"If you have any doubts in your heart, just tell me. We in the Fu family remember your father's life-saving grace."
Her fingertips stroked the thin calluses on the back of Qin Ying's hand, and her voice became softer:
"Don't take it personally. Men can be confused sometimes."
In the warm yellow light in the house, Wu Ma brought in the freshly steamed buns at the right time.
Amid the crisp sound of porcelain plates colliding, Qin Ying stared at the broken military button in her hand, her throat tightening.
She opened her mouth, but could only manage one sentence:
"I, I'll go get him a coat..."
Before he could finish his words, Fu Hanting gently pressed his shoulders:
"It's windy outside, sister-in-law, warm yourself up first, and then wait until your anger subsides..."
The end of the words dissipated in the aroma of steaming porridge, and no one noticed the confusion and panic in Qin Ying's eyes - what exactly are "bilingual proofreading" and "violin"?
She glanced at Xu Jinshu and Fu Hanting, wanting to ask but not daring to, so she could only lower her head and drink her porridge silently.
Fu Hanzhou's hands gripped the steering wheel, veins bulging. The engine's violent roar mixed with his trembling murmurs:
"Impossible... Something must have gone wrong! She promised me she wouldn't leave..."
He subconsciously looked towards the passenger seat, and the scene of picking up Qin Ying from school in the past seemed to be right in front of him.
How could the person who was whispering in his arms last night suddenly disappear?
His mother said she was upstairs, but the strange eyes that called him "Brother Fu" were clearly the Qin Ying he had seen in his dream, the one who was misunderstood and betrayed.
Could it be that all those hours we spent together, all those memories of bilingual proofreading and the violin, were just an absurd dream?
The wind rushed in through the half-open car window, and the 20-centimeter surgical wound on Fu Hanzhou's abdomen suddenly throbbed with pain. He subconsciously pressed the wound - this was the surgery performed by Qin Ying.
The smell of disinfectant, her trembling but determined fingertips, and the words "Fu Hanzhou, wake up" were all terrifyingly clear at this moment.
If these are all fake, why do the healed scars hurt in the wind?
In the rearview mirror, the morning mist was gradually swallowing up the road, as if the memories of Qin Ying were being erased by some force.
He reached into his pocket, and the two dragon and phoenix pendants collided with each other, making a subtle sound. After the passion last night, Qin Ying stuffed the phoenix pendant with her body temperature into his palm, and he casually grasped the dragon pendant against her chest.
At that time, she said with red eyes, "If the jade pendant is effective..." At this moment, the residual warmth of the jade was poking at his skin, reminding him that this was not a dream.
And a bitter taste of rust rose in his throat.
Military marriages cannot be divorced, but if the person is gone, what is the meaning of the vows?
He would go to the publishing house to check the attendance records and to the hospital to check the surgery records. Even if he had to dig up the ground, he would find evidence of her existence.
Brake lights flashed a glaring red light around the street corner.
Fu Hanzhou suddenly turned the steering wheel and the jeep sped towards the publishing house.
Why did she disappear?
No way!
Absolutely not!
He would never allow such a thing to happen!
If he finds her, he will definitely punish her severely!
The red brick wall of the publishing house was getting closer and closer. He slammed on the brakes and the car door hit the sycamore tree with a loud noise.
Chen Xuanhan was wearing reading glasses and sorting out magazines that were about to be published. When he looked up and saw the military boots knocking open the door, he was so scared that he bumped into the enamel pot, and the brown tea spread out large stains on the kraft paper documents.
"Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, you, you are..."
"Uncle Chen! It's me, Fu Hanzhou!"
He leaned against the mottled green-painted desk, and the hem of his military coat swept down a few magazines.
"Where's Qin Ying? Qin Ying, the bilingual proofreader here!"
Chen Xuanhan's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes behind the glasses narrowed into thin lines of vigilance:
"Comrade, how do you know my last name is Chen? But our company has never hired anyone who can speak a foreign language."
He subconsciously touched the Chairman Mao badge on his chest:
"There are too few people who know foreign languages now, which is not enough for the current situation."
"impossible!"
Fu Hanzhou's fist slammed against the wall with the slogan "Serve the People", shaking the group photo in the frame on the wall.
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