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

Chapter 219 "Do you regret it?"

"Clang, clang—", the long two days and one night were spent on the green train. With a sharp and long "whoosh" of the whistle, Meng Youyou arrived at her destination.

The carriage began to stir, the aisle was crowded with slowly moving passengers, and all kinds of luggage bags were piled up at their feet.

Meng Youyou was not entirely unfamiliar with this city; she had studied at university here for more than three years in her later life. However, this was her first time visiting the capital city in the mid-1980s.

As I walked out of the station, I was greeted by a bustling crowd, the noise of which bubbled and surged like boiling porridge.

A middle-aged man in a Tang suit stood on tiptoe waving a faded cardboard sign that read, "State-run guesthouse, five yuan a night." Below the platform, metal tricycles were crammed together, their bells and shouts rising and falling.

An old man wearing a straw hat stopped Meng Youyou and asked her in a thick Beijing accent, "Young lady, where are you going? Taking a ride?"

Meng Youyou gently shook her head, indicating, "Someone will answer."

A young couple standing next to Meng Youyou at the station were blocked by a young man wearing sunglasses. The man had a leather bag tucked under his arm and asked enthusiastically, "Brother and sister-in-law, do you need a place to stay? A hotel with a private bathroom, standard amenities for foreign guests!"

Meng Youyou continued walking with the flow of people. In the northwest corner of the square stood a gray high-rise building with a huge poster of Liu Xiaoqing with her hair in a high bun on the wall.

The setting sun shines through the crisscrossing power lines above the platform, weaving a fine golden net above the crowds, while pigeons flutter past the four gilded characters of "BJ North Station".

This is the capital city in the 1980s.

Meng Youyou stood in the center of the square, craning her neck and looking around, searching for two familiar figures. Just then, someone patted Meng Youyou on the shoulder from behind.

Turning around, I was met with Hu Shulan's gentle, smiling eyes.

On the platform, a man stood in a corner amidst the bustling crowd, quietly gazing at a spot in the square. The eaves blocked the sunlight, and he was hidden in the shadows, unnoticed by anyone.

In the center of the square, Meng Youyou hugged Hu Shulan's neck and buried her face in her mother's not-so-broad shoulders. At first, Hu Shulan was a little uncomfortable. Her daughter had become less clingy after growing up, especially in a public place.

Meng Youyou finally heard the question that was bound to come sooner or later, asked by Meng Zhengping, who was standing to the side: "Where's your boyfriend? Why are you all alone?"

Meng Youyou thought about it all the way, but still didn't know how to answer the question directly. She hadn't figured out how to tell her parents about their relationship.

Seeing her daughter in her arms keeping her head down and remaining silent, and recalling her daughter's slightly swollen eyes, Hu Shulan guessed what had happened. The young couple must have had a fight. She glanced at her husband.

After so many years together, the couple still had a good understanding of each other. With just a glance, Meng Zhengping shut up.

In the distance, a warm and happy family of three got into a black sedan. The car gradually drove away from the square outside the train station until it was completely out of sight. Only then did the man standing on the platform finally turn his gaze away.

After stepping off the platform, I bypassed the square and headed to the ticket office next to the train station entrance, where I randomly joined a long queue.

The only return tickets available that day were for a train departing in the early morning, and only hard seats were left. The ticket seller at the window confirmed with the other party, "The express and regular trains to Panzhou City are no longer available. Only ordinary trains are left, and only hard seats are left. The whole journey takes 50 hours."

The man didn't seem to care and handed over the money.

……

When he returned to Fanzhou City, the night was thick. Huo Qingshan walked out of the station. His observation skills were always sharp, and he immediately spotted the black SUV parked by the roadside.

He walked over and knocked on the driver's side window. The window rolled down. "Didn't I tell you not to come pick me up?"

"Your car sold as you wanted. It was sold in a hurry, and the buyer bargained hard, so the price wasn't very attractive. You got it for a total of 20,000 yuan." Lu Feng said, handing a check out the car window. Huo Qingshan took it with one hand, didn't even look at it, and put it in his pocket. "Thanks."

"It's late at night, three in the morning, you've sold your car, and the shuttle bus has stopped running. If I don't come to pick you up, are you planning to sleep on the street?" Lu Feng suddenly joked.

After Huo Qingshan got into the car, Lu Feng glanced at him and asked, "Where to?"

"Let's go to the hospital. Is everything alright there?"

"It's all good. I've been to the hospital quite a bit these past few days, and the doctor said your sister can be discharged tomorrow."

Without waiting for a response, Lu Feng glanced at the man who was pressing his temples with his eyes closed through the rearview mirror, thought for a moment, and then said, "I advise you to go back to the army as soon as possible. If you haven't used up your family visit leave, save it for next time. Don't wander around outside all day. If you send her back to the capital, then you will be their number one target. Battalion Commander Huo, be careful that you don't lose your head."

Lu Feng said leisurely, "As the saying goes, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. You're the only bird in the forest now!"

Huo Qingshan continued rubbing his temples, then suddenly said, "Once you've made contact with the people in the capital, send me the information as soon as possible."

"it is good."

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the city hospital. Huo Qingshan got out of the car and had already walked a few meters away when Lu Feng suddenly called out to him, "Qingshan!"

The man's figure froze in place, Lu Feng's voice continuing: "Do you regret it?"

He asked vaguely, but both of them knew what he meant. After the task of installing the locator that day, Huo Qingshan suggested that, in order to ensure Meng Youyou's personal safety, she should apply to the school to withdraw from her teaching position. But Lu Feng was afraid that if she suddenly disappeared, Wen Cenqing would investigate her background and then find out about her connections in the military. Given the nature of those people, they would easily sense something, and all their previous efforts would be in vain.

At Lu Feng's repeated request, they went to talk to Meng Youyou about the matter again. Lu Feng's reason was to leave the decision to the person involved.

Lu Feng still remembers that the girl asked them this question: "If I leave now, how will it affect your plans? I'm fine with anything, I'll follow your arrangements."

Huo Qingshan remained silent. Lu Feng realized that he wanted to hide the truth, so he blurted out, "There is a risk of being exposed."

He stated the facts, and he was worthy of the uniform he wore and the badge on his hat. But he had let his brother down.

Meng Youyou ultimately chose to remain at the school and continue teaching.

So, Huo Qingshan, do you regret it now? Do you regret not sticking to your own principles back then?

A long silence hung between them. The city hospital was deserted in the early hours of the morning, so quiet that you could hear the night wind blowing.

In the end, Huo Qingshan still did not answer the question. The man remained silent, picked up his foot again, and continued to move forward.

Lu Feng watched the man's somewhat desolate figure disappear at the hospital entrance and sighed softly.

He didn't answer, but Lu Feng understood. Who was Huo Qingshan? No matter what he faced, he would only glance at it dismissively and reply in an arrogant tone, "I never want to turn back!" He was proud and domineering.

But the person who just stood before Lu Feng, looking lost and dejected, was also him.

Silence was the answer. Lu Feng knew he regretted it. Perhaps he had regretted it countless times during that long night when he sat outside the emergency room.

This question wasn't asked on a whim. Actually... what Lu Feng really wanted to ask was: Qingshan, do you hate me?
I hate you for searching for her behind your back, for assigning her tasks behind your back, and for dragging her into this undeserved disaster.
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