Rong Zhi, a dumb girl: the warlord husband loves her

Chapter 198 Extra Story - Fu Mingo
I did not go to the United States, and I still regretted it the moment I boarded the ship.

But I didn't have the courage to stay in Jiangbei, so I went to Qingfeng, the place where I met her for the first time.

Morphine kept me from going out for a full year, and the cuts on my face became permanent scars.

In fact, it’s not that drug addiction is hard to quit, it’s that whenever people are quiet at night, or when I see the scars on my face for no reason, I always think of those days when I was imprisoned by Xu Fanyi in the cage.

I often wonder if things would have been different if I hadn't been so cowardly at the time, if I would have died rather than compromise.

Yes, I can't get off-drug because of shame.

I'm sorry for her.

So, simply use the drug-addiction to numb yourself, day after day, in a daze.

One night a year later, I suddenly dreamed of Ji Nian.

She was wearing a pink dress and running happily among wild flowers. When she was tired from running, she took my hand and said to me, "Father Fu, you have to be good!"
Yes, I have to be good!
I have already compromised with Xu Fanyi once, do I have to compromise with fate a second time?
During the next day, I finally had the courage to step out of the house.

The autumn sun was still glaring, and I covered my eyes for a long time before I slowly adapted to the outside environment.

The sycamore trees on the street soared into the sky, but all the branches and leaves fell off. When the wind blew, the dry branches shook back and forth, making an unpleasant and piercing friction sound.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, perhaps because I have stayed for a long time, just looking at the backs of others returning home, I will feel very lonely.

I think it's time to meet my old friend too.

Before going, I shaved and even got a fresh change of clothes.Although the scars on his face were still hideous and frightening, they were much better than before.

I took the car to Jiangbei.

When I knocked on the door of the small building, the person inside poked his head out and asked me, who are you looking for?

I said I was looking for Rong Zhi.

He said he hadn't heard of it.

I said, do you know Xu Fanyi?
He was stunned for a moment and said, didn't Major General Xu pass away a year ago?
Only then did I realize that too many things had happened during my muddle-headed year.

Even my favorite little Ji Nian passed away.

Xu Fanyi's grave was next to Ji Nian's, and they were buried together in Rongzhi's hometown - Mianyi.

Under the still luxuriant silk tree, on the land where laughter and tears are buried, I will sleep forever.

On Ji Nian's grave, a small wild flower grew.

The cold of autumn did not let it wither.

There is a small photo on the tombstone, which has become yellow and blurred due to the wind and rain all year round.

I reached out and stroked her tender smile.

Hard to breathe.

That innocent and beautiful angel died painfully in the days when I abandoned her mother, but she still entrusted me with a dream, asking me to be well.

Before leaving, I burned a floral dress in front of her grave. I clearly remember that when I was in Songping, her wish was to have a beautiful floral dress.

I bought a size up and it's been a year and she should have grown a lot taller.

After leaving, I spent a long time looking for Rong Zhi.

Some people say that she went to Songping, some say that she returned to the United States, and some say that she joined the Red Cross and went to treat the wounded all over the world.

I still couldn't find her after all.

I think she doesn't want to be found by anyone either.

Later, I was transferred to work in Jiangnan.

There is a large field of wild gardenias on the mountain behind the hospital. When I am free, I often come to sit and sit.

The petals are as clear as bones, blooming peacefully and beautifully.

It always reminds me of the first time I saw her. At that time, she couldn't speak, and she could only smile with her head down and her lips pursed.

The pure appearance of the green onion is really unforgettable for a lifetime.

Hope she is well for the rest of her life.

Do not seek vigor and vitality, but seek peace and happiness.

This is the only expectation I have for her.

(End of this chapter)