PFC Chapter 544 Wang Jianjun's Medical Records 3
Chapter 544 Wang Jianjun's Medical Records 3
Yi Yunshuo burst out laughing.
Fu Huaiyi's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
That's definitely his dark history.
What he didn't expect was that even Wang Jianjun, who had mental problems, looked at him like he was a fool who had been taken advantage of.
Yi Yunshuo patted his shoulder and said, "Brother Yi, life can't be too smooth, really. Being taken advantage of is to balance your luck in this life, and that's a good thing."
"Hmph." Fu Huaiyi angrily pushed his arm away.
They continued to look down.
Another year passed quickly, and Lu Jiangting was busy buying tickets. The tickets were bought, but I was incredibly anxious. Everyone else was happy to go home for the New Year, but I couldn't feel any joy. Jiangting noticed, and he said to me, "How about we don't go back this year?" How could I? He had a very good relationship with his parents; he was their only son, and they were eagerly awaiting his return home.
There's a girl waiting for him back home. He's been talking about going home for over a month now. He says he doesn't want to go back now only because he sees me unhappy and wants to be with me. One can't be so selfish. I know he's very good to me. I have to go back, even if it's just to put Jiang Ting's mind at ease. Besides, I promised Fang Qing; I have to go back.
"Like last year, Fang Qing waited for me at the foot of the mountain every day, a round trip of more than ten miles. This year I returned two days late, and Fang Qing waited for five days. The weather has been bad these past few days, raining every day; one wrong step and I would fall off the cliff and be doomed. I was furious, my face flushed. I wanted to scold her, but looking at her timid eyes, I couldn't bring myself to say it."
"That year, Fang Qing and I still didn't consummate our marriage, but our relationship improved considerably. People are all made of flesh and blood; time heals all wounds. I gradually forgot the mocking looks Fang Qing used to give me, and when I thought of her, I only remembered her timid appearance. During those ten days at home, I clearly felt that Fang Qing had become the lowest rung of the family. She busied herself preparing meals for the whole family, yet she couldn't even sit at the table to eat."
"The third year, the fourth year... I noticed her eyes grew more timid each year, and she became more silent. Looking at her with her head down, lost in thought, her eyes lifeless, I seemed to see my former self. That time, my heart softened, and I took the initiative to talk to her."
I told her I'd asked someone in town to find her a job and asked if she'd be interested. Her reaction wasn't the joy I expected; instead, she looked at me with terror. After a long silence, she finally asked, "Are you not planning to keep me?"
That night I talked to her a lot, explaining the outside world and telling her that our marriage was wrong. I said there was no love between us, and we couldn't be husband and wife. She said she didn't understand these principles, and she wasn't from the outside world. All she knew was that, according to these principles, she had been our family's daughter-in-law for years, and if I didn't want her, she would have no choice but to die.
"Of course I know how conservative people are here, but I'm innocent too. I just went to school normally, and my family decided to bring her here. I finally managed to get out of this mess, and I really didn't want to be held back by anyone or anything again. So I told her, 'The organization nurtured me, and I intend to dedicate my life to the country. I don't have the energy to support you anymore.'"
She said anything was fine, even suffering here forever was better than being abandoned.
The next day, I heard about Fang Qing from my younger brother. Over the years, she had suffered endless ostracism and ridicule in the village. They said she shamelessly moved into our house, trying to climb the social ladder by marrying a college graduate, but they looked down on her and would abandon her sooner or later. I know all too well how hurtful those words are. My brother said that if I divorced her, she might really have no other choice but to die.
"During the few days I spent at home that year's Spring Festival, I struggled in constant agony, even having nightmares. I dreamt that I fell into a huge furnace, and I struggled with all my might to climb to the edge. Just as I was about to climb out, Fang Qing desperately cried for help at my feet. I agonized between saving her and not saving her, until I woke up."
'The night before I left, Fang Qing and I consummated our marriage.' Here the handwriting begins to become messy and illegible.
I wonder what he was feeling when he wrote this.
"My dad said he had my stepmother drug me because Fang Qing had tried to kill herself the day before. If my brother hadn't found her, she would have hanged herself from the roof beam. My dad said it was a great honor for our family to have a college graduate, and he could hold his head high in the village. He didn't want our family to drive someone to suicide, otherwise the whole family would be scorned."
I couldn't accept it, so my whole family took turns trying to persuade me, telling me how difficult Fang Qing's life had been in this family, how the whole village was watching, how she had been our daughter-in-law for so many years, and how I couldn't abandon her—that would be a heartless thing to do.
My mind is a mess. I'm thinking, if you all know how hard she's worked, why are you bullying her? You're the ones who benefit from bullying her, so why should I bear the consequences?
"After this incident, I had to admit that Fang Qing was my wife, and I had no choice but to submit a marriage report to my superiors."
In the fourth year, we started getting assigned jobs one after another. Not long after, I received a letter from our hometown saying that Fang Qing was pregnant. The letter was written by my younger brother. My parents were illiterate, my stepmother's son couldn't write to me, and Fang Qing wasn't very educated either. The only person who could write to me was my younger brother. I looked at the familiar words and remained silent for a long time. I couldn't quite describe my feelings, but it wasn't happiness.
Later, Jiang Ting noticed my unusual behavior, and I told him about it. He was overjoyed and even said he wanted to buy red eggs to celebrate. I didn't understand why he was so happy. He didn't understand why I wasn't happy either. He talked to me for an afternoon, and I realized he had misunderstood. He thought Fang Qing and I were like him and Lin Yuyao, childhood sweethearts who were engaged long ago.
He put himself in my shoes, and Lin Yuyao in Fang Qing's shoes. He told me many reasons why I should be happy to have a child, saying that once we started working and got our own apartment, we would bring them over so we could live a good life as a family and never be separated again.
Perhaps I was moved by him, projecting myself onto his beautiful love story with Lin Yuyao, and I actually began to look forward to the arrival of that little life. In this life, I haven't grasped much, but surely I can grasp my own bloodline? I will treat him well, making up for all the wrongs I've suffered since childhood. As for Fang Qing and me, this day has come; it's probably fate's arrangement. I accept it, I accept my destiny. I followed Jiang Ting's advice, bought eggs and red paper, and personally dyed the eggs red.