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

Chapter 312 Unable to get through

On Friday afternoon, Meng Youyou took the subway to the hospital for rehabilitation exercises as usual.

This hospital is where Meng Youyou's uncle works. It is located in the northern part of the Second Ring Road. Its sports rehabilitation department is particularly famous. It not only has advanced treatment concepts, but also provides personalized training programs for patients, which are targeted and less likely to go astray.

Her rehabilitation program before she went to university in Beijing was very frequent and intense, especially in the first year after surgery.

Later, as Meng Youyou gradually regained her ability to walk normally, and then slowly transitioned to jogging and running, her motor function became almost indistinguishable from that of a normal person. Her attending physician then advised her parents: "The child is recovering very well at the moment. Next, you only need to do daily maintenance and avoid strenuous exercise for the next two years. After that, you won't need to come to the hospital for rehabilitation."

When her parents heard this, they both breathed a sigh of relief, but Meng Youyou didn't choose to follow this conventional advice. Because this advice only applied to ordinary people, and she still wanted to dance. After studying dance for so many years, even something as simple as tiptoeing and spinning half a circle, Meng Youyou could clearly feel that her knees, in terms of power, flexibility, and balance, were significantly worse than before.

Throughout her four years of university, Meng Youyou never missed a single week of rehabilitation training. No matter how busy she was with her studies, or how many club activities and dinners she had on weekends, she would always be there on time in the rehabilitation department's training room.

It wasn't peak time, so there weren't many people in the subway cars at this time.

The electronic screens at the connecting area between the carriages scrolled through station information, while the light boxes above the seats played an advertisement for a high-end skincare brand. Next to Meng Youyou sat a young student couple who looked like tourists visiting Beijing. By the way, there's no off-season for tourism in Beijing.

A girl with a fluffy high ponytail craned her neck to look curiously into the other carriages. After a few seconds, she looked away and then excitedly shared her discovery with the boy: "Look, look! The seats in that carriage are actually leather!"

She stretched her long finger out and pointed behind her, muttering to herself, "The capital is just different. Even the chairs on the subway are so grand. It's really extravagant to be in the capital!"

The girl shook the boy's arm and said coquettishly, "Come sit with me for a bit."

The boy said dismissively, "It's just a leather chair, what's so special about it?" But the next second he still took the girl's hand and stood up.

The boy walked ahead, the two holding hands, bypassing the groups of passengers standing with their hands on the handrails, and headed towards the leather carriage, gradually disappearing from Meng Youyou's sight.

Meng Youyou lowered her eyes and noticed that her phone screen was on, with the notification bar at the top constantly flashing, indicating that there were new unread messages in the dormitory group chat. Meng Youyou unlocked the screen, and her roommate Deng Shiqi shared a screenshot in the group chat. Clicking on it, she saw that it was the list of postgraduate entrance examination re-examination and admission results for the School of Foreign Languages ​​at XX University.

There's no need to specifically look for a particular name, because the three characters "Deng Shiqi" have been highlighted in red by the owner of the picture, making them very clear and showing the owner's overflowing joy.

Meng Youyou couldn't help but smile. Thinking of her roommate's hard work over the past year, she exited the image and sincerely chose a cartoon bear emoji that said "Congratulations!" before sending it.

The meme went viral as soon as it was posted, with everyone in the dorm actively sending messages.

Meng Youyou scrolled through the messages one by one; they were mostly congratulatory messages and comments waving the flag and demanding to be treated to a meal, until the person who started the topic dropped a bombshell of gossip.

Deng Shiqi: [Sisters! There's more good news!]
Deng Shiqi: [Didn't I say before that if I pass the postgraduate entrance exam, I'll confess my feelings to him?]
"He"—what a special and ambiguous term, implying so many secret thoughts of a girl. He is the boy Deng Shiqi has had a crush on since high school, and this "he" is not just a secret in the dormitory.

Liao Zisheng replied instantly: [What's up? Did you confess your feelings successfully? Double happiness! Congratulations!]
Deng Shiqi: [NO! NO! NO!]
Liao Zisheng: [?]
Deng Shiqi: [Guess what? I had only just started, still setting the stage, when he sent me this message.]
This? There was no explicit explanation; instead, it was accompanied by another screenshot, this time a chat log—in the image, the boy's brief and straightforward "I like you" was circled by his roommate in bold, oversized red. The dorm group chat exploded the next second.

Liao Zisheng: [Aaaaaaah!]
Wang Li: [Aaaaaaah!]
Deng Shiqi: [Aaaaaaah! I'm no longer single!!!]
[......]
Messages kept popping up, "Ahhhhhh!" This excited scream started by someone, but it soon flooded Meng Youyou's chat box.

Liao Zisheng was eager to claim the role of a hindsight expert: [I told you long ago that he must have a crush on you too. It's a mutual crush between you two, otherwise why would he...] He quickly listed various supporting details and analyzed the situation logically.

"Ding ding ding~" The subway station announcement suddenly sounded, and the announcement was made in the carriage. Meng Youyou put away her phone, picked up one shoulder strap of her backpack, and prepared to get off the train.

Stepping onto the escalator, the steps slowly moved upwards, gradually bringing her closer to the upper subway station exit. Meng Youyou saw rows of young soldiers standing upright on either side of the platform exit.

When Meng Youyou entered the subway station at the west gate of the school, she noticed that there were suddenly many more soldiers on duty at public transportation facilities recently. Beijing was going to hold a conference soon, so the security forces in streets, transportation hubs, key scenic spots, hospitals and other public facilities in areas with large crowds were unprecedentedly strengthened.

As soon as she exited the station, a cool breeze greeted her. Meng Youyou walked along the street. The north gate of the hospital she was going to was very close to the subway exit. She could walk straight for two hundred meters after exiting the station and then cross a zebra crossing.

As she reached the intersection, the red light unfortunately came on, and Meng Youyou stopped and waited by the traffic light pole. She looked up, her gaze sweeping across the wide road and past the passing vehicles, and then suddenly stopped when she saw the guard post on the opposite corner of the street. Her eyes lingered on a tall figure in an olive-green uniform inside the post for a long time.

The light turned green, and people kept passing by. Meng Youyou reached out and grabbed the traffic light pole, but it felt like all her strength had been suddenly drained away. She could no longer hold on, and her body slid down the pole little by little. Her canvas backpack slipped off her shoulder and fell to her feet, but she didn't even notice.

What should I do? No matter what I hear or see, I think of you. Hearing words like "like" or "love" makes me think of you, and seeing others holding hands or hugging makes me think of you too. It's like I'm thinking of you all the time.

What's more profound than being unable to forget is being unable to think about it.

Walking down the street, I saw people wearing dark green military uniforms everywhere, each one tall and handsome. Looking at their backs, I was often in a daze, each one looking like you... yet not like you.

I just squatted down at the main intersection and burst into tears. People passing by gave me strange looks before walking away.

A stylish middle-aged woman with permed hair and wearing a wool coat walked up behind me, gently patted my shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "Young lady, what happened? Why are you crying so sadly? Tell me."

I looked up, revealing a disheveled face covered in snot and tears, and wailed, "I can't find my boyfriend!"

"I don't know where he is?" It sounded like she had suffered a great injustice, even more heartbroken than a child who had accidentally dropped their beloved strawberry ice cream cone.

The woman with the curly hair was very patient: "You got separated from your boyfriend? Is your phone out of battery? Auntie will lend you her phone to make a call."

Meng Youyou kept shaking her head from side to side, "It's impossible to get through." The girl's delicate and beautiful features scrunched up as she mechanically repeated, "It's impossible to get through."