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

Chapter 232 A Fleeting Dream, A Dream of Yellow Millet (Part 2)
Lu Feng guided him step by step: "The night before last, you led your team on a patrol along the border and were ambushed by an unidentified foreign organization. They threw grenades at you when you weren't paying attention. To save a soldier from the Second Battalion, you threw yourself on top of him and ended up in the hospital for two days."

We later discovered that those people were most likely acting on Qian Xue's orders.

Lu Feng gritted his teeth: "It's only been half a month since that incident, and instead of trying to back down and lay low, she actually dares to commit another crime against the wind. What audacity..." Lu Feng kept talking, recounting the events, the aftermath, and the various countermeasures to be taken.

Huo Qingshan wasn't forgetting, nor was he unable to distinguish between dreams and reality; he simply refused to believe it and found it difficult to accept this drastically different situation.

The man was pale. "I remember now," he replied casually, then closed his eyes again, covered them with the back of his hand, and said nothing more.

For some reason, this scene made Lu Feng feel as if he were on a desolate, barren island, wild and bleak, where not a blade of grass could grow. He also felt like a lonely guardian stranded on a deserted island, hopeless yet persistent, persevering with his beliefs, waiting day and night for a small boat to drift ashore one day.

Huo Qingshan had a beautiful dream, a distant, bizarre, whimsical, and delusional dream.

When I woke up, I found nothing but emptiness, a fleeting joy, like a phantom bubble, containing only emptiness.

The ward was filled with the faint smell of Lysol, unlike the sweet and refreshing fragrance he had smelled while lying on the light pink floral bed. The single bed was only big enough for him, and even if he reached out, he couldn't pull her soft body into his arms.

Qian Xue was not caught and is still active overseas, thriving and becoming increasingly rampant.

A wave of bitterness washed over Huo Qingshan.

It was as if just a moment ago he was still immersed in euphoria, his heart filled with joy and lingering happiness. And he was looking forward with delight to how he could do even better next time.

Her soft moans still echoed in my ears, and the salty taste of her tears lingered on my tongue.

Her back bore the marks of unbearable scratches from when she couldn't take it anymore, and there were teeth marks on her shoulders.

But the next second, it plunged straight into the icy sea, chilling to the bone.

All these cruel and harsh realities reminded him that everything was just a mirage, a fleeting dream!
A false illusion projected from his deepest, most genuine desires. Unattainable, unattainable.

It's nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst, and daydreaming!

And he couldn't blame fate for playing tricks on him; once he chose a path, he had to swallow his pride and keep going, even if it meant breaking his teeth.

He went all the way! He forged his own path to success; he had no other choice.

……

On the third night, Lu Feng came again.

He was handed an envelope. Although Huo Qingshan didn't quite understand, he still took it and opened it. Inside was only a lonely note with a concise message: "Room 401, Unit 2, Building 6, Youyi Road Resettlement Community, June 29th."

An inexplicable address and an inexplicable date.

The two exchanged a glance, and Lu Feng spoke first: "The colleague on duty last night found it in the mailbox at the entrance of the brigade. I don't know exactly when it was put in, but it happened in the last two days."

I looked up the family's information. They are an elderly couple in their late seventies who have lost their only child. Their son went out to work in his twenties and had an accident at a construction site. Now they live with their granddaughter, who has Down syndrome. The family used to live in Jishui Village, Yuchang Town, but moved to Youyi Road more than ten years ago.

Upon hearing the location Jishui Village, the man's eyes flickered. Huo Qingshan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Lu Feng hesitated for two seconds, then replied in a deep voice, "I have a gut feeling that this information is related to Qian Xue." Jishui Village is Qian Xue's hometown, although the connection is a bit far-fetched. Jishui Village has more than two hundred households and nearly a thousand people. It can't be said that everyone who comes from this village is related to Qian Xue.

Huo Qingshan's eyes darkened, and he casually commented, "There's no such thing as a coincidence without a story. There aren't that many coincidences in the world." "Who do you think delivered the message to us?" Lu Feng asked, then quickly added, "It wasn't Red Fox."

The man calmly put the note back into the envelope, glanced at its contents one last time, and lingered on the words "June 29th" for a moment before handing it back to the envelope, saying, "Then we'll have to see if this news is true or false. If it's false, there are too many possibilities; if it's true, the possibilities will be much narrower."

……

Through painstaking exploration, those long-buried old stories finally surfaced.

When Qian Xue was young, she had a lover from the same village, who was the son of that elderly couple.

June 29th is their granddaughter's birthday.

Due to the passage of time and the lack of information, no further useful information could be unearthed.

What kind of story can be pieced together from these fragmented and limited pieces of information?

The only possible connection between this family and Qian Xue is that the elderly couple, who made a living by farming, abandoned their land years ago and moved to the city. Although the houses in the Friendship Road resettlement community are not too expensive, they are still beyond their means.

Where did this money come from? The elderly couple no longer farms and are raising a child who is unable to take care of himself. Where does their daily expenses come from?

……

June 28th, evening.

Disguised, Lu Feng boarded a gray van parked at the back gate of the Friendship Road resettlement community under the cover of night.

After getting on the bus, she tossed a boxed lunch to the man in the back seat and said, "It's still warm." She then threw a few apples into the empty space in the back seat.

The man's expression was indifferent, and his voice was devoid of emotion: "Don't come here unless you have to; you attract attention."

Unappreciated, Lu Feng couldn't help but complain, "I came to bring you some supplies because I saw that you hadn't had a proper meal for several days, but you've been treated like dirt."

The man shoveled large mouthfuls of food into his mouth, not forgetting to ask about business between swallows: "Have you gotten your hands on the layout map of this neighborhood yet?"

“It’s an old neighborhood. The planned layout map we pulled out isn’t very complete. There are only a few roads in the neighborhood. I had someone scout the area over the past couple of days.” Lu Feng pulled a thick piece of oil paper from his pocket and handed it to the back seat. He added, “It was drawn by one of our own people.”

Huo Qingshan took it with one hand, eating and looking at it at the same time, his eyes fixed on the unfolded layout diagram, but that didn't stop him from wolfing down his food.

While Lu Feng was looking at the map, he explained the arrangements outside: "This community has two exits, one at the front and one at the back, and we have manpower stationed in both. As you said, someone has been keeping an eye on the apartment opposite the balcony of 401 in Building 6. As for Building 6, there are no vacant apartments, so it's not convenient to arrange for someone to be stationed there."

In the dimly lit carriage, the light was faint, but it did not prevent the man from reading the lines and looking at the diagram. However, the more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

Lu Feng saw this and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"The layout of this residential area is very advantageous for our arrest operation." This means that once Qian Xueming enters the residential area, she will have almost no chance of escaping.

Lu Feng asked in confusion, "Isn't this better?"

The first few chapters were a bit absurd, but thinking about it again, it's all a dream, so there's nothing inherently unreasonable about it.

In my memory, my elementary school Chinese teacher was a huge fan of O. Henry, and I was "poisoned" by him. As a child, I really hated this kind of abrupt shift in literary style, but as I grew up, I eventually became the very thing I used to despise. (Pretending to be an expert)
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(P.S.: Chapters 230 and 231 had content removed during the review process, especially Chapter 231. Not only were the highlights removed, but the sentences were also somewhat disjointed, making some sections difficult to read. Please forgive me! The platform is indeed very strict; I had to revise it several times before it could be published, and I dare not make any more changes.)