You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Liang Yanan shook her head and said, "No."

He added, "Not yet."

"Okay." Yu Bo nodded repeatedly, no longer asking questions, and refilled their glasses with wine: "But I heard that there are now prosthetic eyes that can be mistaken for real ones, and I can help with the money."

“I know those,” Liang Yanan shook her head slightly, “those are the kind that are attached to the eyeball if the eyeball can be saved, so they can move. My entire eyeball was removed, so I can only use this kind that can’t move. As long as it can’t move, no matter how good the materials and workmanship are, it’s all the same.”

“I remember you weren’t nearsighted before,” Yu Bo asked again.

"It's sympathetic ophthalmia, which means that if one eye goes blind, the other eye will also go blind. But don't worry, you can still see what I look like with glasses, so the situation is relatively stable."

"What if, I mean, what if things become unstable?" Yu Bo asked cautiously.

"Blind." Liang Yanan's answer was simple and clear.

Yu Bo frowned: "I thought that in this situation, I could at least get a quiet job to retire in, how could I let you be on the front line?"

“I could have had a cushy job, but I didn’t accept it—I would have been looked down upon.”

“You’ve become like this because you’re working for the country, so who would dare to look down on you?” Yu Bo chuckled.

"My eyes and hands left on the battlefield." Liang Yanan took off her sunglasses, looked up at Yu Bo, and her right eye, which was dull and unresponsive, made her originally beautiful face look somewhat strangely incongruous.

Yu Bo fell silent, his eyes reddening.

Liang Yanan put her sunglasses back on and said slowly, "Although I can't leave my name anywhere in the past, and I probably will never be someone's bride in the future, I can't just tell my eyes and hands when they reunite with me that I've lived these extra decades just to grow flowers, vegetables, fish, pick chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, and leisurely gaze at the southern mountains, can I?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Bo laughed a few times, his laughter tinged with a sob. After a while, he raised his glass and said, "To hell with leisurely gazing at the Southern Mountains."

"To hell with leisurely gazing at the Southern Mountains." Liang Yanan also raised her glass.

"No wonder you police have already closed the case, but you're the only one still concerned about Zhou Qi."

"We're in the same boat."

"Let's do it!" "Let's do it!"

The small wooden table was a mess. Bones from the skewers and the remnants of the metal sticks were scattered around, and the condiment dish had been knocked over, its sauce spilling onto the table, creating a chaotic mess.

Napkins were scattered all over the floor, and several bottles of Qingniao Pure Draft Beer were placed on the table, some of which were still unopened, glistening with an icy allure.

The young people at the next table were shouting and arguing over who would pay the bill and where to go for the second half of the game.

Yu Bo picked up an unopened bottle of beer, gently stroking the cool bottle with his fingers, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness: "Shall we play the second half? You pick the place, class monitor."

"Let's not," Liang Yanan stood up, yawned deeply, looked at the still bustling and lively streets, and said wistfully, "I'm getting old."

“No, you’re not—” Yu Bo suddenly lowered his head: “Yes, we’re all old now.”

Yu Bo's voice was somewhat heavy, and his words revealed a faint sadness.

"Everyone who went crazy is gone, everyone who was awesome is now decadent, everyone who was arrogant has fallen silent. Everything you have is expired, everything you love is old..." Yu Bo hummed the song about the future that Xiao Yao had taught him that afternoon, fueled by alcohol.

Liang Yanan seemed to sense Yu Bo's emotional change, and reached out her right hand to gently stroke the back of Yu Bo's hand.

Yu Bo trembled slightly and subconsciously tried to pull his hand away, but stopped after moving it a centimeter or two, letting Liang Yanan hold his hand.

"Time flies so fast. It seems like just yesterday we were arguing over the '38th parallel' on the table, about who crossed it, kicking each other under the table." Liang Yanan's voice was low and gentle, as if she and Yu Bo were immersed in memories together: "Look at what we've become now?"

“What do you mean by ‘what we’ve become now’?” Yu Bo forced a smile and said, “Aren’t we doing pretty well now? Back then, you were always saying that you would defend the motherland in the future, and now that has come true, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Liang Yanan nodded, “It’s good. But I really didn’t expect that you, the hooligan from school, would end up becoming a monk.”

"A rogue monk," Yu Bo said self-deprecatingly.

"Haha."

"Anyway, it's great that you were transferred to Beihong District," Yu Bo said. "We can get together more often now. Boss, the bill!"

“Alright, I’ll pay,” Liang Yanan stopped Yu Bo, “Consider it compensation for that precious eraser you had back then.”

"You still remember that?" Yu Bo scratched his head.

"You haven't forgotten, have you? If you haven't forgotten, why are you deliberately not mentioning it? Are you trying to settle the score with me for my glasses? No way, let me tell you, one thing at a time. It's exactly 1,698 yuan, not a penny less. This is not going to be tolerated."

Amidst laughter and banter, the two paid the bill, and Yu Bo pulled out his car keys from his pocket: "Your car was borrowed by that kid Xiao Yao, so I'll take you home."

"You've drunk so much and still want to drive? Do you know you've broken the law?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he magically produced a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Yu Bo's right wrist.

"Wait a minute, officer, aren't you a forensic doctor? How come you're also a traffic cop? Oh, please untie me, stop it, it hurts! I meant I wanted to take you in a taxi—I wouldn't dare drive drunk, this is a parish car, I've almost run out of points on my license. Just this afternoon, because I was chasing you, I parked outside your alley and got a ticket. Hey, could you talk to them about it tomorrow…"

"Who told you to pursue me?"

--split line--

Just as Xiao Yao was carrying Yu Luying and riding his little motorcycle like a teenager;

Just as Father Yu Bo and forensic pathologist Liang Yanan were having a "youthful reunion" at a barbecue stall;

Meanwhile, what is our classmate Shen Jie doing?

She painted in her boudoir on an empty stomach.

Self-portrait.

She originally intended to create a portrait of Xiao Yao and give it to him as a gift.

However, considering the risks of doing this at home, she ultimately chose to replace the gift with a self-portrait.

I'll just practice my skills while I'm at it.

Take this opportunity to de-stress.

The girl was wearing a comfortable set of pajamas. The fabric of the pajamas was soft and smooth, and the delicate texture seemed to embrace her body.

The pajamas were a light pink, gentle and elegant color that complemented the girl's skin tone perfectly. Beneath the fluffy pajama bottoms, her completely bare little feet were visible.

She sat in a comfortable chair by the bed, a drawing board holder on her lap containing a sheet of white drawing paper. Holding a slender paintbrush, she gazed intently at herself in the mirror.

The girl tried to ignore the fact that there was a terrifying skyscraper in the mirror, letting the mirror reflect her focused face.

Her slightly furrowed brows revealed her attention to detail.

A faint fragrance filled the room, emanating from a bouquet of red roses placed on the bedside table. The rose petals were in full bloom, releasing a captivating scent that added a touch of romance to the entire room.

On the small table beside her lay paintbrushes, a palette, and a paint box. A vibrant palette of colors sat before her, swatches of various hues intermingling on the canvas, showcasing a rich array of choices. Her paintbrush gently touched the paint, sketching her own image.

Imagining Xiao Yao's possible expression when he received this gift, Shen Jie's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

The surrounding environment was quiet and peaceful, with only the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. The room was lit with soft, warm light, creating a focused and tranquil space for painting.

Everything was fine, except she was really hungry.

Shen Jie sighed, put down her paintbrush, stood up, and rubbed her aching back.

The familiar relatives still didn't come.

Every day, she became more anxious than the day before.

To avoid agitating Xiao Yao, she stopped bringing up the matter with him unless he asked about it.

"Not yet." She always answered this question in a very casual tone.

Xiao Yao would always give a soft "oh," and then the two of them would tacitly change the subject.

Shen Jie walked barefoot into the "sunlight glass room" that her loving father had built for her.

The lockdown will be over in a few days. If things get really bad then, I can have Xiao Yao accompany me to the hospital.

And then... life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate.

Shen Jie looked down through the glass of the sunroom.

She saw her own backyard, the swimming pool and bushes in the backyard, her own fence, and the neighborhood outside the fence.

She saw Uncle Johns walking side by side with a boy who looked like a middle school student.

The boy wasn't tall, but he was very handsome. If he were made up to look like a little girl, he could probably pass for her.

It seems Uncle Johns is seeing the guests off.

Zhang Zhengkai is finally gone?!

Shen Jie jumped up and down happily.

Today is the first time Zhang Zhengkai has visited me since I came home.

She had no right to decide which guests her father invited or did not invite, so she had no choice but to keep the promise she had made to Xiao Yao.

“If Zhang Zhengkai comes, I will lock myself in my bedroom and refuse to see him.”

Logically speaking, Zhang Zhengkai should have left after finishing dinner.

As a result, he accompanied his father to watch that damn Asian Cup opening ceremony, and sat in the living room until the opening ceremony ended.

Shen Jie knew all this because Lisa told her through the door.

That's why she's been starving until now.

Although Lisa knocked on the door several times, saying she would bring dinner to her.

But she didn't dare.

Although she generally trusts Lisa, who knows if there's someone standing behind Lisa with a fruit knife pressed against her waist?

Well, this idea is a bit too surreal, even a little bit.