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

Chapter 240 Miss
Huo Qingshan slowly woke up on the fifth day after the operation and was transferred to a regular ward on the thirteenth day after the operation.

That morning, Lu Feng and Commander Wang came out of the chief physician's office together. After closing the door, the two stood at the office door for a few minutes, their expressions solemn.

Lu Feng heard a soft sigh from beside him. A few seconds later, Commander Wang said to him in a low voice, "Let's go to the ward."

When they pushed the door open, Huo Qingshan happened to be awake, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, seemingly looking at something, his eyes devoid of any light.

Only when they reached the bedside did he glance at them slightly and say in a calm voice, "Sit down and talk."

The two found chairs and sat on the edge of the bed. Commander Wang was still thinking of his opening remarks when he heard Huo Qingshan ask, "Is the report out?"

Lu Feng and Commander Wang exchanged a glance, seeing in each other's eyes the same emotions they were feeling at that moment.

The man lying on the hospital bed forced a pale smile onto his lips as he addressed their questions: "Has anyone ever seen a trauma patient who is still in critical condition have a vial of blood drawn every two days?"

……

There were still important matters to attend to in the unit, so Commander Wang couldn't stay any longer and left after finishing his conversation.

Lu Feng was left alone in the ward. The two were alone in the room, but they were speechless.

Lu Feng had one hand in his pocket, clutching a train ticket in his palm. It had fallen out of Huo Qingshan's pocket when the medical staff cut open his clothes on the day of his emergency treatment.

Lu Feng saw it and, after they had all pushed the people away, went over and picked it up from the ground.

At this moment, he stood quietly by the hospital bed, remaining silent for a long time. He looked down at the man in front of him, whose expression was unusually calm. His knuckles tightened, but he still handed the blood-soaked and dried train ticket to Huo Qingshan.

He handed over a train ticket to the capital for June 30th, the date of which had long expired, making it as worthless as handing over a piece of waste paper.

He didn't know the meaning of doing this, but he just felt that he should be given it. You could say that this thin train ticket would make him feel so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Huo Qingshan immediately recognized what the piece of paper Lu Feng was holding up in the air was. His eyes crinkled as he said, "Thanks."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng felt as if his breath had been blocked by something, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. His outstretched hand began to tremble slightly.

Realizing that he still couldn't lift his hand, Lu Feng was about to put the things on the bedside table when he turned his head and saw the man's right palm weakly outstretched on the clean white sheets.

So, Lu Feng half-squatted down, trying his best to suppress the emotions surging in his chest, and solemnly and reverently placed the thick red train ticket in his palm, then guided his fingers to clench it tightly.

At that moment, Lu Feng knew that his junior brother had missed far more than just an expired train ticket to the capital.

Just before the train reached the critical point of the fork in the road, the expected track suddenly became paralyzed, leaving it with no way out. It had no choice but to plunge headlong into the road it had to face.

……

One day in mid-July, Meng Youyou called the unit where Shan Muchen was stationed.

Five minutes had passed since the operator told her, "Please wait a moment, we will go and notify Battalion Commander Shan to answer the phone. Please keep your phone connected and do not hang up."

"Hello, who is this?" Finally, a familiar male voice came through the receiver.

“It’s me,” Meng Youyou answered softly.

After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence, not long.

Since her birthday, Shan Muchen has not contacted her proactively. He only called her once, saying that he would be busy in the army recently and might not have time to visit her.

Meng Youyou broke the silence first: "Are you... still very busy lately?"

"Yes, we've been given a mission from higher up. The brigade is going to organize a skills competition soon, so the mission will be quite demanding."

"Oh, when will you be able to finish your work?" Meng Youyou said slowly, twirling a finger around the telephone cord. "I'd like to invite you to see a play."

The person's breathing seemed to be getting heavier; perhaps the microphone had been moved a little closer? In the brief moments when no one was speaking, Meng Youyou could vaguely hear the other person's breathing.

I waited a few more seconds.

"I'll find you at your workplace or your home when I'm allowed to go out." "Okay, it's settled then, I'll wait for you."

Another moment of silence ensued.

Meng Youyou pursed her lips: "I won't bother you anymore, you go ahead and do your work, I'll hang up now!"

"Yo-yo," Shan Muchen suddenly called out to her, "I miss you so much."

Meng Youyou paused for a moment, then replied softly, "Mm."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Be careful and don't get hurt."

……

In the capital at the end of July, the twilight still carried the heat of summer.

Crowds surged out from between the vermilion pillars of the Capital People's Art Theatre.

Meng Youyou and Shan Muchen walked out side by side, each clutching a program booklet with stills from the play "Teahouse" printed on it.

The chandeliers on the dome of the lobby illuminated the brass railings, and ticket inspectors in blue overalls stood on either side of the exit, politely guiding the flow of people.

An ice cream vendor waited on the steps of the theater on his old-fashioned bicycle, his metal box creaking as it opened and closed, the sound mingling with the murmurs of the crowd.

Several students wearing school badges crowded in front of the poster board, standing on tiptoe to identify the cast list, their enamel mugs clinking on their canvas backpacks.

The evening breeze, carrying the scent of locust blossoms, swept across the square, and the streetlights lit up one after another, cutting the departing crowd into flowing silhouettes.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, Shan Muchen turned to Meng Youyou and said, "You can stand here. I'll go get the car."

Meng Youyou reached out and pulled the person back. "Wait a minute." She took out a handkerchief from her bag, held it between her fingertips, and said with a smile, "Lower your head a little. It's stuffy in the theater. You just sweated a lot."

Dan Muchen lowered his head silently, a silk handkerchief gently stroking his forehead, moving little by little across his skin.

She wiped the sweat from her face, but Shan Muchen felt that she was sweating even more, as if it were about to get out of control.

“Okay,” he heard the girl say to him.

Dan Muchen realized what was happening, and after a moment's hesitation, he looked up, remembered that he had to go get his car, and turned to leave.

But she pulled him back again, and he heard her remind him with a smile in her voice, "The car is over there." The girl pointed to the other side of the direction he was facing.

As she stood there waiting, people kept passing by Meng Youyou, and among the shadowy figures, she caught a glimpse of a familiar, graceful profile.

The woman was wearing a brown shirt dress and was bending over to pick out popsicles from the tin box selling popsicles. The man standing straight next to her was probably her lover, holding her hand with one hand and carrying her bag with the other.

The woman took two popsicles in her right hand, the man beside her handed her some change, and then they left the popsicle stand hand in hand.

After the two people had crossed the road, Meng Youyou suddenly remembered where she had seen this woman before—at the gate of the compound on her birthday.

Without thinking, Meng Youyou instinctively took off after him.

Dan Muchen's car had already slowly driven up along the side of the road. Through the windshield, he saw the girl's hurried figure appear in his field of vision and quickly called out to her, "Yoyo!"

She stuck her head out of the car window and called out "Yo yo!" several more times, but she still didn't hear her. Her steps remained hurried, perhaps because there were too many people leaving the theater square and the environment was too noisy. Or perhaps it was for something else.

A large truck sped along and collided with a girl who was determined to cross the road in the middle of the road. "Screech—" After a sudden stop, what awaited Meng Youyou was a barrage of extremely impatient curses from the truck driver, which came crashing down on her head.

Meng Youyou apologized to the person in a daze, and only after regaining her senses did she look around at the traffic before crossing the other half of the road again.

His pupils contracted to normal size, and Shan Muchen immediately got out of the car and followed him.

Across the street, Shan Muchen saw the girl stop a couple. With his excellent eyesight, he recognized the man from afar as someone who served in the same artillery combined arms brigade as him. The two had some work-related interactions and were considered acquaintances.

He observed the road conditions, crossed the road steadily, and as he got closer, he heard this: "So you're that kid's girlfriend?" These words came from the man's mouth, his tone full of surprise.