Fu Hanzhou was stunned, his expression stiffened for a moment, and it took him a moment to realize what she meant.
Subconsciously asked:
"Qin Ying, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Ying still stood in front of him, without answering him, looking around, and continued:
"This is the military base, the place with the strongest Yang energy. I won't allow you to harm Brother Fu!"
After saying that, he took the beans and started beating Fu Hanzhou.
"Qin Ying, stop!"
Fu Hanzhou grabbed her arm and frowned:
"What's going on? This is the military, we don't engage in these feudal superstitions."
"Brother Fu... please don't scare me, I see you..."
Qin Ying's eyes were red as she looked at Fu Hanzhou's worried face, and her gaze moved from his face to his pocket.
He clearly didn't catch anything, but he stuffed it into his pocket like a treasure.
"What did you put in your pocket? It must be something dirty... Throw it away!"
Fu Hanzhou's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to understand. He slowly reached into his pocket, took out the two movie tickets, and stared at Qin Ying's face.
"Do I have anything in my hand?"
Qin Ying looked at his open palm and shook her head vigorously:
"No."
Fu Hanzhou looked at his palm, where two ticket stubs were lying.
His Adam's apple rolled violently, and his back slammed against the door frame. The ticket stub in his palm suddenly became scorching hot, so hot that he could hardly hold it.
He understood that not only did others not remember Qin Ying, they couldn't even see any trace of her.
Wei Zhuolan had clearly seen it just now, which was enough to prove this point - they both had memories, so they could see it.
But why are they the only two who remember Qin Ying?
So weird!
I was in a hurry to leave this morning and didn't have time to look carefully at anything. What would Qin Ying leave behind?
Or will you take something away?
He walked in quickly, and his steps towards the bedroom became heavy from hurried. Standing at the bedroom door, the coolness of the brass handle of the carved wooden door suddenly became scorching.
The moment he pushed open the door, the cashmere carpet swallowed up his weak footsteps. In the silent room, only his rapid breathing echoed in his chest.
The morning light shone obliquely on the desk through the stained glass. The neatly arranged stack of banknotes and the salary book with a blue sheen were placed in a conspicuous place in the middle of the table, like nails piercing his eyes.
His leather shoes sank into the soft carpet, and every step felt like stepping on cotton. When his fingertips touched the rough edge of the corner of his salary book, the warmth of Qin Ying curled up in his arms last night suddenly surged up.
Opening the paybook, he found that the last withdrawal record was three months ago, which was when he handed the paybook to Qin Ying.
"Not a cent has been moved..."
His voice was hoarse and uncharacteristic of him.
Tucked inside the paybook were the tickets he gave to Qin Ying, neatly bundled and much thicker than when he first gave them to her.
There was a stack of money on the payroll, more than 3,000 yuan, which was her salary and the money she earned from setting up a stall.
For "Qin Ying", she has done her best.
But why, when he saw the money now, he wished she had never thought so much and would rather she depended on him more.
It turned out that she was not unwilling to spend her money, but she had long regarded herself as a passerby and hid all her tenderness in the back road paved for "Qin Ying".
All the politeness and alienation that he had ignored now turned into fine needles, piercing into his chest, which felt empty when he thought of her.
Suddenly I remembered the first time I met her. She was wearing a coarse cloth shirt with patches on top of patches, and she was still wearing long sleeves and long pants even in the scorching June.
When Xu Jinshu promised to buy her clothes, the bad words surrounding her never disappeared, and her mother became even more indifferent to her suspicion, and she herself did not take the initiative to care about her life at the first time.
Damn it!
He gripped the closet door handle tightly, brushing his calloused hands over the clothes, a feeling of regret filling his chest.
Several half-new dresses hung quietly in the closet. They were bought for her by him before and after the celebration party.
Two of them were shoes she had worn before; they had bought them together at the department store.
He will always remember the day of the celebration banquet. She wore a light blue dress with her hair tied up high. She looked like a proud swan, stunning the whole audience.
The other two...
He bought it for Xu Jinshu when she was in the hospital after returning from a mission. She never wore it until...
Until she truly accepted him.
Now I know that it wasn't that she didn't want to wear it, but she was always thinking about leaving. Everything seemed indifferent to her.
She said she came from several decades later, and everything now seemed old-fashioned to her.
So, when she was shopping in the department store, she said that she had never seen the real thing! ?
It turned out that this was what she meant by "really", and he had misunderstood it all.
He opened the drawer and put his salary and money in. Since this was the money she had saved specifically for "Qin Ying", he would fulfill her wish.
The moment I lowered my head, I saw the diary that had once revealed all the secrets.
It was still there. He took a deep breath and took it out with trembling hands.
The gold-stamped cover seemed to still carry the warmth of Qin Ying's palm.
He pressed the diary tightly against his chest, but the soft touch of the cashmere carpet could not offset the dull pain in his heart.
The heart under the military uniform almost burst through the ribs. A drop of sweat rolled down the jaw line into the collar, leaving a dark mark.
Those gentle details that he had ignored now came like a tide, completely drowning him.
The moon is still there, but the person who promised to watch the moon with him for the rest of his life is about to disappear.
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