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

Chapter 53 Lessons from the Past
Above the camp, the stars and moon were partially obscured by thin clouds, and a hazy halo enveloped several tall lamps, in which flying insects danced wildly.

The main road in the camp is a rammed dirt road, and the ruts left by military vehicles during the day add a touch of ruggedness to the night.

Barracks were scattered on both sides of the road.

As you walk into the dormitory area, several rows of three-story buildings stand before you.

A few kapok trees were faintly visible downstairs, their palm-sized leaves rustling in the night breeze as if whispering secrets.

The streetlights stood at intervals, their dim yellow light casting shadows of varying lengths on the ground.

Huo Qingshan escorted Meng Youyou downstairs.

The man gently tucked a strand of the girl's hair behind her ear. "It's late, go upstairs and get some rest."

Meng Youyou asked in a deep voice, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm going to the provincial capital for a few days of training."

Meng Youyou looked down at her feet and asked softly, "When will you be back?"

"It's not certain yet."

The man spoke softly, reaching out to pull the coat draped over the girl's shoulder tighter.

"Oh." The voice was muffled, and then there was no more talk.

Huo Qingshan asked softly, "I'll bring you a gift when I come back. Is there anything you want?"

"Who would ask that? If I told them, there would be no surprise."

Meng Youyou was still feeling a bit down.

Huo Qingshan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he silently adjusted his standing position to block the sudden change in wind direction.

After a long while, Meng Youyou suddenly spoke up: "Then I'll go up first."

She took off her coat, gave it back to the man, and then turned and ran away.

As Huo Qingshan watched the girl's somewhat forlorn figure, he truly felt the emotions described in the book for the first time: "This feeling cannot be dispelled; it just left my brow only to rise again in my heart."

A wave of melancholy suddenly washed over me, leaving me feeling stuck and suffocated.

To everyone's surprise, the girl, who had clearly already entered the stairwell and climbed a few steps, suddenly turned back and ran quickly towards him. Huo Qingshan instinctively opened his arms to catch her, and the girl suddenly threw herself into his embrace.

Before I could even tighten the embrace, in the blink of an eye, I felt my lips touch a soft, warm petal, carrying her unique sweet fragrance. It was fleeting, brief yet profound.

Before Huo Qingshan could react, he heard the girl's smug voice: "Battalion Commander Huo, you've been ambushed!"

Huo Qingshan lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Meng Youyou's hand, gripping the man's shirt hem, trembled slightly. She whispered, "I'll miss you," then paused, "and you too..."

The night breeze lifted her hair and brushed against the man's eyes, and he gently closed them.

"Ah."

*
The next morning, Huo Qingshan set off early, fully equipped. As he drove past the sentry post at the camp gate, the sentry came over and gave him a standard military salute.

Huo Qingshan rolled down the car window.

"Greetings, sir. Yesterday afternoon, the outpost received a letter from the capital addressed to you."

The sentry explained as he handed over the letter.

Huo Qingshan accepted the letter, thanked him, and drove away from the camp.

The envelope was placed casually on the center console inside the car. Huo Qingshan glanced at the sender's name—Zhou Shiyan.

He didn't rush to open the letter.

Huo Qingshan drove all the way to the provincial capital. Just before getting out of the car, he picked up the letter. When he opened it, he found that the contents of the envelope were not the same as the previous ones, which were a densely packed stack of letters containing everyday stories.

This time there was only one piece of paper with just a few words on it.

[Qingshan:]
I have investigated thoroughly and confirmed that Meng Weiguang was behind Meng Youyou's transfer to Fanzhou City. This is absolutely true and reliable!
With numerous cautionary tales still fresh in our minds, you must proceed with extreme care and not be careless!
Zhou Shiyan

Huo Qingshan read those few lines of text countless times, as if he wanted to see through the paper.

*
Meng Youyou rested her chin on her hands, looking at the crossed-out dates on the calendar.

The day circled in red was drawing ever closer, but there was still no news of Huo Qingshan returning from the provincial capital.

I'm having a bit of writer's block, please forgive me, everyone. Let me work out the outline, and I'll post the rest this afternoon!