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

Chapter 307 "Not Important" (Part 2)
Ignoring the surprise on the other person's face, Meng Youyou looked the man up and down, discerning his intentions, and asked directly, "Are you leaving?"

Without giving the other person a chance to respond, she smiled and said jokingly, "Then you can make room for me." Meng Youyou showed obvious delight at being helped.

Lu Feng glanced sideways as the girl carrying a huge cardboard box brushed past him. He followed her gaze, turned around, but did not leave.

Meng Youyou looked around, chose an open space, and placed the large box on the ground. Then she turned back, and the moment her gaze met the man's, she didn't hide the furrow in her brow, and asked in confusion, "Why aren't we moving?"

The words themselves were rather impolite, and her tone was no longer as gentle as before; it even carried a hint of impatience.

Yes, Meng Youyou wanted him to leave immediately, especially since he had already planned to leave anyway. So what's going on now?

After thinking for a moment, Meng Youyou asked again, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Lu Feng looked away and examined the cardboard box on the ground several times. He then made a guess in his mind. He looked at Meng Youyou again, hesitated for a few seconds, and still seemed hesitant to speak: "There are some things... I don't know if I should tell you?"

Meng Youyou quickly replied, "He doesn't want me to know, does he?" Her tone was very firm.

Lu Feng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, but then shook his head: "The situation is a bit different. At that time, we all thought you were with someone else. I'm not sure if the premise of what he said still holds true?"

“Then don’t tell me.” Meng Youyou said decisively.

Meng Youyou could probably guess what Lu Feng wanted to say to her. It was nothing more than that "he" hadn't been doing well after breaking up with her, and what efforts he had made behind the scenes to overcome the many obstacles to getting back together with her.

It seems that ever since that person sacrificed their life, everyone they met has been eager to tell her "untold stories".

Just like on the way up the mountain, Cui Yan racked her brains several times to find topics to talk about, intentionally or unintentionally trying to clarify something, to say something in defense of "him." However, she interrupted them all as soon as she started. Meng Youyou said to her, "None of this is important."

Cui Yan stared at her eyes in astonishment, as if trying to discern the truth from the falsehood. Meng Youyou met the gaze of the person beside her gently, a smile on her face, her voice slowly uttering: "Even when I didn't know these things, it didn't affect my love for him. And now I don't need to use these things to prove his love."

Literary works often feature scenes where the male and female protagonists meet again after being separated, with one of them learning about the other's unspoken actions, secrets, and hardships through others. It seems that such clever ideas can instantly elevate the intensity of their feelings for each other.

Meng Youyou used to wholeheartedly agree with this, because she had never truly experienced love, and those literary stories shaped her entire understanding of love.

But don't you know whether you love someone or not? Can't you feel your own heart pounding? Can't you recognize who's affecting your joy, happiness, sadness, and bitterness?
Perhaps some people need to verify whether the other person's feelings are the same as their own, and whether their efforts are symmetrical, before they dare to give their whole heart without reservation and risk everything to love someone.

But without knowing anything about it, and without even figuring out where her courage came from, she had already started running wildly without fear.

Meng Youyou actually envied those people; by holding back, they had armor to protect themselves from harm. They weighed things carefully, made sound value judgments, and then decided whether to take that step, so that even when it was time to withdraw, they wouldn't be left completely devastated. Unlike her, who had told herself countless times, "Meng Youyou, you mustn't forgive him anymore," only to overturn those promises again and again, stubbornly persisting down a dark path.

What if we could start all over again?

Meng Youyou gazed at the eternally frozen, warm smiling face on the tombstone. After looking at it for a while, she blinked gently, trying to refocus her slightly blurry vision.

Memories have a warmth to them; they can transcend time, taking her back to that unforgettable moment when the shutter clicked. Standing in the snow, Meng Youyou could almost feel the warmth emanating from the other person's body as they stood shoulder to shoulder taking the photo. There was also the irreplaceable happiness and contentment, steaming hot, unique to that one instant.

Meng Youyou thought, forget it, she probably still won't change, she'll still choose to be that crazy and silly Meng Youyou again, right? It's shameful to admit, people always succumb to temptation given the chance.

There must have been resentment, but Meng Youyou doesn't regret it because she experienced the ultimate love.

These hidden stories became less important to her. Whether she knew them or not didn't matter.

So at this moment, Meng Youyou responded to different people with the same words: "None of it matters anymore." But the words she gave were different. She said to Lu Feng, "I don't want to know." Her attitude was also different, carrying a cold indifference and rejection that kept people at a distance.

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng was stunned for a moment; it had taken even longer than before.

He never actually wanted to break up with you; he actually knew he didn't have long to live; he actually... This whole string of thoughts rolled around in my mind several times.

But then he thought it over and realized it was unnecessary. Things had changed, so why bother? In the end, Lu Feng completely abandoned the idea of ​​revealing the real reason why Huo Qingshan insisted on sending her back to the capital. Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "You're right, it's not important."

He glanced again at the enormous box the girl had left aside, a flicker of doubt rising in his heart. Lu Feng was no longer sure if what was in the box was what he suspected. Finally, he simply said, "That's all, I'll be going now," and tactfully made his exit.

...

After Lu Feng left, Meng Youyou walked to the cardboard box, lifted a large box of fireworks out of it, and then looked at her wristwatch.

She then spent the rest of the time sitting blankly in the snow, hugging her knees, staring at the man in the photo without saying a word.

After a long silence, the girl finally uttered in a low voice, "If you don't want me to know, I will never know."

Huo Qingshan, I'll help you keep this a secret from me, okay?

In the archives, the few pages of paper neatly arranged in the female colleague's hand swayed in the air, and not a single word could be seen clearly. However, Meng Youyou recognized the one-inch photo placed in the upper left corner of the first page at a glance.

In a way, she sensed that this personal file, which was so close at hand, could unlock the secrets of him—his gums often bled, and vitamin pills didn't help; Meng Youyou, who had learned first aid, was able to tell that the bullet wound in Huo Qingshan's shoulder that night, no matter how flustered she was; and he had so many strange old scars on his body... In short, there were too many suspicious points.

But Meng Youyou didn't reach for it. She returned to her seat and never touched the file folder.

Knowing that the few clues in her field of vision were fragmented and scattered, Meng Youyou could not actually connect them into a complete chain. But the only thing she was certain of was that this secret was something he wanted to hide no matter what, so that she would not find out.

After a while, Meng Youyou looked down at her watch again. The minute on the dial was almost at 12. Then she took out a lighter from her pocket, rubbed her slightly frozen fingers, brought it close to the short fuse, lit it, and then ran away.

"call out--!"

A bright golden light suddenly broke free from the cardboard box and shot straight into the dark sky.

With a series of "bangs," countless fragments of gold and jade burst forth, like an invisible giant brush painting a magnificent yet fleeting brilliance against the backdrop of the night.

Meng Youyou ran to the stone tablet and sat down. She looked up at the sky, but her neck got a little sore after a while. She tilted her head slightly and pressed her temple against the cool stone. The touch was chilling, yet strangely, it brought a sense of unreal support.

A dazzling array of colors illuminated the entire hillside, as well as Meng Youyou's upturned face and the sparkling, more complex light than fireworks, in her eyes.

Although the fireworks box was large, it was a consumable item and couldn't be used for long. The noisy bursts gradually thinned out until the last golden rain of light slowly fell, like a shooting star taking its final bow, and the snowy night returned to silence.

Meng Youyou remained leaning against the stone tablet, motionless, as darkness enveloped her once more.

Meng Youyou slowly lowered her eyelashes, sniffed, and softly spoke into the cold air, "Are you a country bumpkin?"

"How could you think it's New Year's Eve? It's not fashionable at all."

"You were the one who said we'd watch the fireworks together and stay together for the next year, but you were the one who broke your promise." The girl's voice sank lowered uncontrollably.

She quickly regained her composure: "Although you don't keep your word..." During the two-second pause, Meng Youyou seemed to be thinking about something. She closed her eyes and said gently, "But I do what I say, Huo Qingshan. I'll come and watch the fireworks with you every New Year's Eve from now on, okay?"

The mountains were silent, save for the soft rustling of falling snow and the occasional gust of mountain wind.

Meng Youyou couldn't help but shiver. She stood up from the ground, patted the snow off her bottom, and walked over to the empty fireworks box.

Before leaving, Meng Youyou turned to the gentle woman on the stone tablet to the left, wrapped the scarf covering the lower half of her face even tighter, and then said hesitantly, "I don't know if you want to see me, but I really want to see him. Please forgive me."

As she finished speaking, Meng Youyou nodded deeply to the woman.