But cold sweat has soaked my back. Are those business tips really something I made up out of thin air?
Fu Hanzhou stared at her pale lips, his throat tightening.
Every reaction of Xie Fangyuan confirmed the most terrifying guess: everyone had forgotten Qin Ying, but remembered the traces she left behind.
What was this, a nightmare where he was the only one awake?
He fell down on the steps in front of the publishing house and looked at his trembling hands.
He didn't believe that Qin Ying's existence was just a dream.
He was quite sure that she really existed.
But where can I find it now?
Fu Hanzhou clenched his fists and stood up suddenly - Medical School!
Qin Ying is a student of the medical school and also a representative of the freshmen. Doesn’t everyone remember her?
impossible!
Xie Fangyuan stared blankly at Fu Hanzhou stumbling out, her expression becoming increasingly bewildered. She had heard fragments of the images that had just appeared in her mind on the radio, but she didn't understand them at first.
But when the PLA soldier asked this question just now, she seemed to have a deep understanding of the economic policies advocated by the country.
how so?
Who told her?
She always felt that someone had told her about it, but she couldn't remember what that person looked like.
Chen Xuanhan saw that she was not in a good state and asked with concern:
"Xiao Xie, are you okay? You're getting married soon. There's no rush to set up the stall. Just take things one step at a time. Get married first. I see you're exhausted."
She hurriedly came back to her senses, but a person's voice kept echoing in her mind, very distant and unclear, as if it had been repeating in her ear countless times.
Fu Hanzhou's jeep braked suddenly in front of the medical school gate, and gravel was crushed and splashed by the tires.
Just as I was about to push the door open and get out of the car, my eyes were suddenly drawn to the crowd in front of the bulletin board—a newly painted slogan in glaring red paint:
"Resolutely resist the erosion of decadent bourgeois ideas."
These words hurt his eyes.
He got out of the car and stopped abruptly in front of the bulletin board. On the mottled wall, a wrinkled note was pasted askew at the bottom:
The ink words "It is strictly forbidden to spread Western decadent music such as violin and cello in school. Any entertainment activities that involve the tendency of worshipping foreigners and fawning on foreign countries will be immediately banned once discovered" have not yet dried and are rustling in the wind.
His vision suddenly blurred.
The image of Qin Ying holding a violin and going on stage to save the situation at the military-civilian friendship party two months ago is still vivid in my mind.
At that time, she was wearing a white dress, standing under the spotlight, as dreamy as a fairy who was not tainted by the world. The bow slid across the strings, and the melody of "Butterfly Lovers" was so plaintive that the soldiers, teachers and students in the audience held their breath.
But at this moment at the school gate, the students passing by just glanced at the slogan indifferently. No one stopped, and no one remembered the figure that amazed the whole audience.
The wind blew dead leaves across the wall, and the glue on the corners of the annotation had cracked, as if even this warning would disappear in time.
Fu Hanzhou reached out to touch the line of words, but his fingertips only touched cold cement - it turned out that the moment Qin Ying disappeared, all traces she left behind were completely erased as if they had never existed.
Memories cut through the heart like a knife.
On a rainy night two months ago, Qin Ying was standing at the door of the medical school auditorium waiting for him, and Wei Zhuolan was coaxing and forcing Qin Ying backstage. At that time, he thought it was just a fight between men. Looking back now, Wei Zhuolan had shown a paranoid and almost twisted possessiveness towards Qin Ying since then.
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the sweet taste, then slammed his fist down on the steering wheel. Perhaps all the medical school records about Qin Ying could be erased, but would Wei Zhuolan, who had given up his dreams and passion to protect her, really allow her to disappear completely?
Or, has he forgotten too?
The wind blew fallen leaves against the car window, and he suddenly reversed and turned towards the Propaganda Department.
In the Propaganda Department's Propaganda Section Chief's office, Wei Zhuolan was putting slogans on the wall.
The paste brush was used to spread an even arc on the white paper. He lowered his eyes and looked focused, just like the calmness when he was explaining "Human Anatomy" in class.
"Bang!"
The loud noise of the door being kicked open startled his fingertips, and the paste brush left a crooked ink mark.
Turning around, he stared at the messy handwriting, and slowly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with his bony fingers. Since he was transferred to the Propaganda Department, this pair of lenses has been like a second face he has carefully crafted, completely removing the bookish air he wore at the medical school podium, leaving only the gentle and smooth demeanor of a politician.
Seeing the person coming, he showed his signature gentle smile:
"Captain Fu, what are you doing..."
"Have you seen Qin Ying?!"
Fu Hanzhou rushed forward in two steps, his iron-like hands tightly grasping Wei Zhuolan's collar and pinning him against the wall. His military boots rolled over the pamphlet on the ground, leaving clear shoe prints on it:
"She's gone, completely gone!"
Wei Zhuolan's smile froze on his face.
The pupils behind the lenses suddenly contracted, but the Adam's apple still maintained an elegant rolling rhythm:
"What nonsense is Captain Fu talking about?"
He raised his hand to straighten his crooked front, but the veins under his sleeves bulged uncontrollably.
"Maybe you were too tired during the recuperation and had this illusion?"
Wei Zhuolan lowered his eyes to adjust his breathing, and when he looked up again, his gentle expression had returned.
"illusion?!"
Fu Hanzhou grabbed his collar even harder, and the filing cabinet rattled due to the vibration.
"The woman who could perform cutting-edge surgery and possessed bilingual skills is gone! Now she can't even spell her own name correctly!"
The air suddenly froze.
Wei Zhuolan's pupils suddenly contracted and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.
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