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

Chapter 319 It can help me recognize you
Huo Qingshan walked downstairs, his feet lifting and falling alternately, repeating mechanical and unconscious steps. Huo Qingshan felt no control over his limbs from his brain; they were as if disconnected. He had no idea what he was doing or what he was supposed to do, and he was completely unaware of how many steps he had taken down.

Pedestrians kept passing by the man, but no one noticed anything wrong with him. Apart from his somewhat vacant eyes, he seemed perfectly normal.

After leaving the inpatient department, he mingled among the scattered crowd, continuing to play the role of an ordinary pedestrian, with a regular pace and a normal demeanor.

Suddenly, a three- or four-year-old boy darted out from the edge of a flower bed and ran headlong into the man. Huo Qingshan reacted a beat too slow, neither dodging to the side nor reaching out in time to catch the little boy who was thrown back by the impact and fell to the ground with a thud.

The little boy's mother followed behind and quickly came over. She first helped the naughty boy up from the ground, and while patting the dirt off his bottom, she apologized to Huo Qingshan: "I'm so sorry, the child is too naughty. He ran out in a flash, and I didn't keep an eye on him. He bumped into you. I'm really sorry."

"fine."

Watching the young mother and the little boy walk away into the distance, Huo Qingshan was gradually pulled back to reality and finally looked around at his surroundings.

How did he get here? Huo Qingshan suddenly realized.

The car was parked in front of the hospital, and the man immediately turned a corner and walked in the opposite direction.

It takes about five minutes to walk from the garden behind the hospital to the front gate. As Huo Qingshan walked, the voice that had just interrupted him echoed in his ears again: "Tch, I don't believe it!" It was the girl's reproachful tone.

"Don't believe a man's sweet talk!" The background sound of wheels and rails clanging together lingered in my mind.

On the green train bound for Lianshui City, the girl snatched her passport photo back from the man's fingers, held it in her hand, and examined it carefully for a while.

"Hey, Huo Qingshan," she suddenly called out to him.

The man looked over at the sound and saw her lift her eyes from the one-inch photo, seemingly lost in thought, and say, "Do you think you would notice if one day your girlfriend changed to someone else?"

"What do you mean by 'a different person'?" Huo Qingshan didn't know if his expression showed displeasure at the time, but he still clearly remembered the annoyance and rejection he felt when he heard the question.

He didn't like hearing her mention these things—it was as if, in her eyes, leaving him was an easy thing to do, and Huo Qingshan disliked this assumption and possibility at all. He knew that many young people in big cities were gradually embracing the free love model; dating didn't necessarily mean being together forever, and breaking up wasn't uncommon, but he never thought in that direction.

But he suppressed his anxiety and patiently reminded her in a gentle voice, "Yoyo, do you remember what you promised me last time?"

Meng Youyou was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he had misunderstood her. She quickly explained, "That's not what I meant, that's really not what I meant, please don't misunderstand!"

"What I meant to say was..." The girl frowned and pondered for a long time before finally saying to him, "When I was little, I heard a storybook. The story was set during the reign of Emperor Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty. The heroine was named Qingchuan. She fell in love with the Eighth Prince, but on the night before their wedding, she was switched by the Fourth Prince's men. The Fourth Prince found a woman in the slave market who looked exactly like Qingchuan, named Huaying."

"So the person who married the Eighth Prince on their wedding night was Hua Ying." The girl's tone lowered slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned down. Then she asked him, "Huo Qingshan, guess what happened next?"

Upon hearing this, the man simply stared at her without replying. He had, of course, never heard this far-fetched story, but based solely on her reaction, Huo Qingshan could vaguely guess how the story would unfold.

Meng Youyou stared intently into his eyes. "Do you think people can really distinguish who their lover is beneath the identical appearance?"

Before she spoke, Huo Qingshan had a vague premonition of what she was going to ask, but he still didn't know how to answer. The question was far too far-fetched and absurd, far beyond his understanding and knowledge, and he had to admit that he was somewhat overwhelmed.

So he pointed out the absurdity of the problem: "It is impossible for two people to look exactly alike in this world. Even twins will have subtle differences."

However, Meng Youyou was clearly not willing to listen to his rigid arguments and corrections, so she immediately let go of the hand he was holding and threw his own arm back at him.

After that, he stopped talking, stood there sulking with his arms crossed, head hanging low, looking dejected.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan sat quietly in his seat and began to think seriously. He tried to understand this problem, which was like a castle in the air in his existing cognitive framework. He could not accept the strange setting that "there are people in the world who look exactly the same" in a short time, so he could only change his thinking: imagine... if one day he could not see, and all the faces of everyone disappeared in front of him, how would he recognize her?
He could hear her voice, touch her fingers, and smell her scent. Huo Qingshan was confident that he couldn't be wrong.

But what if her voice and smell are exactly the same? How would he recognize her then? Huo Qingshan thought it would be difficult, no, really, really difficult!
A few minutes later, the man finally made his next move. Huo Qingshan reached out to grab her hand. The girl flinched, but her attitude wasn't forceful, and he still managed to grab it.

The man quickly glanced around at his surroundings out of the corner of his eye. The carriage was noisy; some passengers were chatting, some were sleeping, and everyone was doing their own thing. No one paid any attention to them.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan suddenly leaned forward, using his shoulder to completely block the girl, creating a secluded little space. He lowered his head and quickly pecked her cheek.

Meng Youyou froze on the spot, her dark, grape-like eyes widening in disbelief. Shocked and embarrassed, she instinctively raised her hand to cover the spot where she had been kissed, her face instantly turning bright red. She glared at Huo Qingshan—how dare he do this on a crowded train?
He pressed her hand against his pounding chest, looked closely into her eyes, and said, "Now you recognize me!"

“Oh, I think ‘it’ can help me recognize you.” The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with an unwavering seriousness. “Although I think the scenario you’re imagining will never happen, I think… if you truly love someone, there must be a way to tell them apart.”

But who would have thought that the girl who had been so stubborn in wanting an answer from him would actually hear it now, yet still not believe it.

Feeling the rapid, heavy thumping of his heart beneath his palm, so intensely perceptible, even though his resolve was wavering, the words of rebuttal still slipped out without a second thought: "These empty promises are not to be trusted."

Meng Youyou turned her face away, her expression indignant. "So many men say things like 'I will only love you for the rest of my life' when they are in love, and sweet words like 'You are the most beautiful and special in my eyes, and you are the only one of your kind'."

But then he met younger and prettier girls, and one by one, they all changed their minds! She said with disdain.

At this point, how could Huo Qingshan not understand that she already had a preconceived answer in her heart? His Youyou wasn't the kind of girl who lacked confidence in love, but in this matter, she seemed to have a different kind of unease that was hard to dispel.

Looking back now, when she was with him, she would often say something strange, ask him strange questions, and tell him strange stories. Huo Qingshan didn't understand at the time, but it turns out... none of these things were without reason.

Her fears came true one day.

And he finally had the confidence to tell her, "See, it wasn't just empty promises, I can recognize you. It's actually not that difficult, and you don't need to put in so much effort, I can recognize you at a glance!"
Wow, 'it' really helps me recognize you.

But they no longer have that opportunity.

When Huo Qingshan arrived near the hospital's front entrance, he successfully found the SUV that had arrived the previous night, as well as the cleaning lady who had been waiting by the car for a long time, looking furious.

The sanitation worker, who was squatting on the cinder ground picking up broken medicine boxes, had very sharp ears. Hearing footsteps, he looked up sharply, pushed his iron broom against the ground, and used the momentum to stand up in one go.

She patted the coal dust off her blue overalls, rushed to the front door of the car, pointed at the vehicle, and scolded, "Comrade, is this your car? I understand that most people come to the hospital in a hurry, but even if you're in a rush, you can't park like this! Not only is the car parked crookedly, but it also knocked over my metal trash can!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke: "Look at this! This bin is dented badly, and the bottom is deformed. How am I supposed to take out the trash now? This trash can was issued by the logistics department and has only been used for less than six months. You have to buy me a new one!"

The man didn't reply immediately, his gaze following the direction she was pointing. A black SUV was parked diagonally across the open space to the left of the hospital's front entrance, its front end tilted towards the wall. The right front wheel had dragged two uneven, crooked scratches across the cinder ground, with slight skid marks at the ends, clearly left by the wheel scraping the ground when it braked suddenly last night.

There was absolutely no order whatsoever!

Looking further to the side of the car, the blue and white metal trash can was lying on its side, upside down, with cracked empty medicine bottles scattered around it, and even the wire used to secure the can was knocked up.

It’s simply too horrible to look at!
"Auntie, I'm sorry." Huo Qingshan withdrew his gaze, his voice hoarse from not having rested all night: "I was in too much of a hurry and didn't pay attention to the surroundings when I parked. I'll pay for this trash can."

After paying the compensation at the hospital's logistics department with his aunt, Huo Qingshan walked out of the department with the receipt. When he stood in front of the glass door, he accidentally met his own reflection in the glass and realized that he was still carrying the bowl of pork rib soup in his hand—he had actually forgotten to put it on the bedside table in the ward and had taken it out untouched.

From the inpatient department to the back garden, from the garden to the hospital's front gate, and from the front gate to the logistics department, I walked all the way without noticing anything.

Unable to bear it any longer, he silently cursed in his heart: Huo Qingshan, what exactly are you doing?