An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 100 The road is long and difficult
A few days later, in the bustling cafeteria, Huo Qingshan and Meng Youyou sat facing each other.

Meng Youyou had two dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well the night before. At that moment, she was unconsciously poking at the white rice in her plate with her chopsticks, again and again.

My thoughts had already wandered far away...

Yesterday afternoon, when Meng Youyou helped veteran Yang Jianze out of the Myanmar Ministry of Immigration and Population building, she was somewhat afraid to look at the dejected look in the eyes of the seventy-year-old man beside her.

The lack of key documents hindered their application for exit procedures.

So many years have passed, and the old man's soldier's certificate and permit from back then were damaged or lost during the war. They cannot prove that the old man Yang Jianze was a member of the Chinese Expeditionary Force.

Meng Youyou pursed her lips tightly, kept her head down and focused on the road without saying a word, and slowly helped the old man down the steps.

After the two reached level ground, the elderly Yang Jianze looked back nervously at the building behind them, then mysteriously pulled Meng Youyou a few steps forward before slowly speaking, "Ee-ee... little... path... ya-ya..."

He spoke with great effort, as if using all his strength to try to pronounce the words accurately.

Meng Youyou tried hard to listen, but still couldn't quite understand.

“Grandpa, please speak slower, or you can speak Burmese, I can understand it.”

After several days of interaction, Meng Youyou observed that the old man seemed to express himself more fluently and accurately when communicating with his apprentice in Burmese.

Meng Youyou was not clear about the specific reason, but she guessed that the injuries he sustained in the war had damaged his previously existing language expression ability, but his Burmese language, which he learned again later, was slightly better.

After hearing this, Yang Jianze switched to Burmese. Although he still spoke haltingly, Meng Youyou was able to understand his meaning with difficulty.

She repeated, "You mean you know of a path along the border that we can take to get back?"

Yang Jianze nodded excitedly.

Meng Youyou paused for a moment, then explained softly in Burmese, "This is not in accordance with the regulations."

The old man's eyes instantly dimmed, returning to a stagnant state.

Meng Youyou unconsciously tightened her grip on the old man's hands. Looking into his eyes, she said earnestly, word by word, "Grandpa, whichever port you crossed the border to fight back then, we will let you return home openly and legitimately from there."

His gaze was exceptionally firm.

She promised, "Grandpa, please believe me, I will definitely find a way to get you home."

Upon hearing this, the old man patted her hand gratefully, and patted it for a long time...

Zhong Heng and Zhang Yong got their food and sat down next to each other with their trays. As soon as Zhong Heng sat down, he heard the translator Meng next to him sigh heavily.

Subconsciously turning his head to look, he saw their battalion commander casually pick up a piece of pork rib and put it on Meng the translator's plate, then said gently, "Don't sigh while you eat. You'll have the energy to think of solutions when you're full."

Zhong Heng reflexively turned his head back, meeting Zhang Yong's gaze with a complex expression on his face.

Zhang Yong: "Didn't you say they were having a secret relationship? What's the situation now?"

Zhong Heng: "Maybe... they're planning to reveal their hand?"

Zhang Yong: "So, are we still going to pretend we don't know?"

Zhong Heng: "Keep pretending. Knowing too much isn't always a good thing."

After exchanging glances, the two simultaneously lowered their heads and began to eat voraciously, their eyes fixed solely on the food in front of them, afraid of seeing anything they shouldn't.

Meng Youyou snapped out of her daze, picked up a rib and put it in her mouth, asking as she gnawed, "How's it going on your end?" "I've almost finished the entry procedures with the relevant departments. The entry procedures for visiting relatives aren't that complicated. After the application was approved by the higher-ups, there aren't many problems left. Basically, every step has been communicated properly, and I'm just waiting for the final stamp."

Hearing this, Meng Youyou couldn't help but sigh again, "The problem lies with me. The exit procedures over there weren't completed, so the entry procedures here can't be stamped."

Huo Qingshan chuckled and reassured him, "Don't think like that. Myanmar isn't under our jurisdiction, so things will be more complicated to handle."

Moreover, I also need the military service record. It's easier to get the family visit procedures done, but we need the relevant military service certificates when we go through the nationality determination process later.

So this isn't just your job, don't put too much pressure on yourself.

Meng Youyou placed the cleaned bone on the corner of her plate and said guiltily, "But... I already... made a promise to Grandpa Yang that I would definitely go and pick him up to return to China within a week."

She smiled ingratiatingly at Huo Qingshan, her voice trailing off: "Battalion Commander Huo, what should we do?"

Huo Qingshan: "..."

Meng Youyou tried to justify herself, saying, "I just couldn't bear to do it. If you had seen Grandpa Yang's expression back then, it would have been hard for you to remain completely rational."

He placed another spare rib on Meng Youyou's plate, saying, "We don't have much time left, so hurry up and eat, Translator Meng. After you finish eating, we'll get back to work as fast as we can."

Zhong Heng, who has normal hearing, stood to the side: "..."

Zhang Yong, whose hearing is also normal: "..."

"What would happen if we made such unfounded promises about tasks we were supposed to perform at work?"
I can't even imagine it! I can't even imagine it!

They must be dreaming, that must be it.

……

After leaving the cafeteria, Meng Youyou pestered Huo Qingshan, wanting to know what his solution was.

Huo Qingshan led the people to the camp parking lot. "Get in the car, you'll know when we get there."

The car stopped in front of a building of moderate height. The main structure of the building was made of brick and stone, blending Chinese and modern elements. The gray walls gave it a sense of stability and solidity.

When Meng Youyou saw the eye-catching sign above the gate that read "Fanzhou City Archives" in large, square characters, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes.

In that instant, she understood Huo Qingshan's intention: "Will this archive contain the historical documents we are looking for?"

"It's uncertain, but there's a certain probability."

Fanzhou City has a special geographical location and strategic significance. During the war, it served as a place for the expeditionary force to assemble, train, and rest, and a large number of military activities and material transfers were carried out in this area.

Local governments and the military manage and register the personnel of stationed troops, so there's a chance we can find relevant information.

Meng Youyou nodded. She wasn't discouraged by the answer; having a direction to strive for was always a good thing.

"What about archives in other places? The more the better."

I asked Grandpa Yang last time, and he still remembered his unit number and the names of some of his comrades. I was thinking at the time about whether I should find some of his comrades from the same unit to provide written proof.

My recollection is that a large proportion of the soldiers in the Expeditionary Force were from Sichuan and Hunan. Is it possible that the local archives might have some records of this?

Huo Qingshan affirmed her line of thinking, "That's a possibility."

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