1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 218 I've got it! Haha, I've got it... (Please subscribe!)

Two years later, Yu Hua is still working as a dentist at the Wuyuan Town Health Center in Haiyan County.

However, he has tried to write many articles in the past two years, but because he doesn't know many words, he has not only failed to publish them, but even when his father saw them, he said that what he wrote was nonsense.

But Yu Hua did not give up writing because he disliked his current job, and the longer he stayed in it, the less he liked it.

The good news is that, with continuous accumulation and practice, his writing has improved significantly compared to when he first started.

Two days ago, he read in the newspaper that the latest issue of Yanjing Literature and Art magazine would publish Fusheng's fifth novel, which was also a romance novel.

Yu Hua was really looking forward to it.

This morning I spent the whole morning slacking off at work again.

After eating the lunch he had brought with him, Yu Hua got up and walked outside.

Colleagues from other departments greeted him, saying, "Yu Hua, are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going out for a bit."

"Where are you going?"

"I heard that the new issue of Yanjing Literature and Art magazine was released today. I'm planning to go and see if I've seen it yet."

The colleague nodded without replying, and Yu Hua quickly walked out of the health center and arrived at the entrance of the only Xinhua Bookstore in town.

As a regular customer of the bookstore, Yu Hua was naturally recognized by the staff, who greeted him as he approached from afar.

"Dr. Yu is here."

"Hey, Sister Li, has the latest issue of 'Yanjing Literature' arrived yet?"

"We've arrived! The morning shuttle bus just arrived from the county. And this issue of 'Yanjing Literature' features Comrade Fusheng's new novel, so I specially ordered an extra three hundred copies."

The middle-aged woman, whom Yu Hua addressed as Sister Li, then asked, "By the way, how many portions do you want?"

One serving is enough.

After Yu Hua finished speaking, he handed over the money for a magazine.

I also took this issue of "Yanjing Literature" from Sister Li.

After saying thank you, Yu Hua hurried back, her eyes falling on the magazine in her hand.

“Under the Hawthorn Tree!”

Yu Hua had seen this name in the newspaper a few days ago.

Moreover, newspaper critics praised this novel as the purest love story in China.

"Let me give you my opinion on whether it's true or not."

In the first half of the novel, Yu Hua felt as if she were falling in love all over again.

He couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder it's said to be the purest love story in China. The love between Lao San and Jing Qiu is indeed very pure and beautiful."

He took a sip of water and continued reading.

Soon, Yu Hua's brows furrowed.

Moreover, the further you look, the deeper the wrinkles become.

"Jingqiu, you must take good care of yourself. Eat, sleep, study hard, work, get married, have children... and see the beautiful world that I haven't had a chance to see yet."

After the surgery, Lao San finally regained some consciousness, but his consciousness was very short-lived, so short that it seemed to be only for saying a final goodbye to Jing Qiu.

At this moment, Jingqiu's tears fell in large drops. Lao San wanted to reach out to wipe them away for her, but he lost his strength as soon as he raised his hand halfway.

Fortunately, Jingqiu grabbed his hand and gently pressed it against her face.

"Jingqiu, Jingqiu..." The third brother called her name again and again, like the deepest murmur in the world.

Finally, he stared at the ceiling, his gaze gradually unfocused, but a slight smile remained on his lips.

The nurses came in, and Jingqiu and Lao San's family members were asked to leave. Through the glass on the bedside door, they saw that he was covered with a white sheet.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into complete silence!

……

There were still no patients in the dental clinic at the health center in the afternoon, and Yu Hua finished reading the entire novel without any distractions.

The novel had a strong aftertaste, and it took him a long time to put down the magazine, then he got up and went out to wash his face.

When I got back, I finally couldn't help but curse: "Damn, this is supposed to be called the cleanest romance novel in China? I think it's more like the most heart-wrenching romance novel."

However, after a while, Yu Hua picked up the magazine again.

But he wasn't planning to read it a second time; rather, he had vaguely grasped something.

"By pushing the cruelty of reality and the difficulties of human nature to their peak through extreme tragedy, it allows readers to reflect and resonate with the story amidst the shock. Yes, that's it! I think I've... figured it out! Hahahaha... I know how to write a good novel now! Hahahaha... I've got it..."

At the entrance, the doctors and nurses who had been drawn by Yu Hua's commotion exchanged bewildered glances.

"How long has Xiao Yu been in this condition?"

"I don't know, but it looks pretty serious."

"Oh, only 23 years old, poor kid."

……

Oriental Company. This morning we watched "Die Hard," and this afternoon we had a screening of "Hachi: A Dog's Tale."

The lights in the screening room dimmed, and then an image appeared on the screen in front of us.

Movie: Hachiko (A Dog's Tale)

— Adapted from Chen Fusheng's novel of the same name
Director: Han Sanping
Screenwriters: Liu Xiaoli, Han Sanping
Starring: Ge You, Cai Ming

……

The first half of the movie is quite slice-of-life; those who like it will enjoy it, while those who don't will find it lacking in tension, conflict, and blandness.

At this moment, Chen Fusheng felt that his daughter in his arms was very calm, not at all like the energetic girl he was when he watched "Die Hard" that morning.

He looked down curiously, and lo and behold, she was already asleep.

There was no air conditioning or heating in the screening room, and Chen Fusheng was worried that his daughter would catch a cold if she slept like that. In addition, his son had just cried and had been taken out by his mother and had not come back in yet. Chen Fusheng was a little uneasy, so he took his daughter out of the screening room as well.

"Why are you out here too?" Liu Xiaoli had just finished feeding her son and was putting him to sleep in her husband's office when she heard the door open. She turned around and saw her husband carrying their daughter in, and she was slightly surprised.

“It’s a bit cold in the screening room, and I’m worried my daughter will catch a cold if she sleeps in it,” Chen Fusheng explained. He went over and found his son asleep as well, and then said, “Why don’t you go watch the movie? I’ll stay here and watch them.”

"Aren't you going to watch it?" Liu Xiaoli asked.

"I've seen it."

“Okay.” Liu Xiaoli didn’t stand on ceremony with her husband; she was indeed quite interested in the first film she had written.

Moreover, her husband's office is air-conditioned and warm, so she isn't worried about the two children getting cold.

"Then I'll go."

"it is good."

Liu Xiaoli returned to the screening room. Although she missed a part of the plot, it didn't affect the subsequent storyline at all, since she was the screenwriter.

And not long after she sat down, the plot reached its 'climax'.

Hachiko's owner died unexpectedly and will never come out of the train station again.

But Hachiko still arrives at the train station on time every day to wait for its owner.

It left dejectedly when the night was deep and quiet.

Those who initially knew Hachiko thought it wouldn't last long.

They might not come for a week or a month.

But three months later, the lady of the house had a new fiancé through a matchmaker, while Hachiko still persisted.

Soon, half a year passed quickly, and almost everyone near the train station knew the dog and its story.

The newspaper vendor would share half of the sausage from his lunch with it; the station cleaners would always gently walk around it when sweeping the platform; and even the hurried travelers, witnessing it day after day, had grown accustomed to this persistent figure.

Finally, this silent perseverance attracted wider attention, and even reporters came to "interview" it.

The reporter's report and photos were quickly published in the newspaper, with the headline "The Guardians of Pingyang Railway Station: A Legend of Loyalty and Waiting".

The story of Hachiko spread like a warm breeze throughout the county, and people's curiosity and sympathy turned into deep respect.

Seasons change, but the wait remains the same: spring comes and autumn goes, cold comes and heat goes. The ginkgo trees on the platform turn from emerald green to golden yellow, and then are covered by snow.

Hachiko's fur was no longer as glossy as before, and white frost gradually appeared around his mouth.

Its pace slowed down somewhat, but its perseverance did not diminish in the slightest.

On a snowy evening, the white steam billowing from the train seemed particularly thick in the freezing cold, and the passengers, wrapped tightly in their coats, hurried along.

Hachiko sat in the same spot as always, its back covered in snowflakes, making it almost look like a snow sculpture.

An elderly woman who had been setting up a stall near the station for years couldn't bear it any longer. She walked over shakily and tried to call it to her little shed for some shelter. "Hachiko, come here. It's too cold today. Your owner wouldn't want you to get cold."

The old woman's voice was choked with emotion. Hachiko turned around, looked at the old woman with his gentle and melancholy eyes, and gently wagged his tail as a greeting, but did not move an inch.

At that moment, the old woman's tears finally fell. She understood that this waiting had transcended animal instinct and become a kind of faith.

The final encounter and the symbol of eternity: One morning a few years later, people found the Eighth Guard lying peacefully on the platform in the spot where it had been guarding all these years, its eyes closed forever.

It seemed as if it had simply fallen asleep, and in its dream, it finally met its beloved owner.

When the news spread, the entire county was plunged into grief.

People spontaneously came to the station and offered it flowers.

The reporter who covered the story back then wrote again: "Hachiko spent his whole life teaching us what 'unwavering loyalty' means. He didn't catch the person he was waiting for, but he caught the most precious emotion that we were all losing."

To commemorate this loyalty that transcends species, a bronze statue of Hachiko was erected at Pingyang Railway Station.

The bronze statue depicts the statue patiently waiting as it usually does, its piercing gaze fixed on everyone returning home.

From then on, Hachiko never left; he became part of the station, an eternal symbol.

It reminds every hurried traveler that in this world, there are always promises worth keeping, and there is always a feeling that can transcend time and last forever.

When Chen Fusheng returned to the screening room with his sleeping son and daughter, the movie had already ended, and he saw audience members coming out with red eyes.

Their mother and grandmother were among them.

(End of this chapter)