To protest against Uncle Ye’s autocratic rule, he spent two months in nightclubs, living a life of drunkenness and debauchery. When Uncle Ye threatened to cut ties with him, he laughed and said, “Fine, these days doctors aren’t pitiful, but those elderly without children are.” He almost drove Uncle Ye to his grave, leading Uncle Ye to eventually allow him to apply to the military medical university.
I gave a bitter smile. “If he had lived during the War of Resistance, he would definitely have been an unyielding revolutionary.”
“Indeed. That’s why they sent him to Japan,” Zheng Wei said with a mocking laugh. “He’s a principled person who would never reveal what shouldn’t be said. Despite our close friendship, he never mentioned going to Japan. If I hadn’t seen that secretly taken photo of you in his wallet, I would never have known.”
“My photo?”
“Taken on the Togetsukyo Bridge in Kyoto. I’ve been to Japan for research and was deeply impressed by the bridge. When I saw your photo, everything became clear…”
I grew more confused. “Can you explain what’s going on more clearly?”
After a few sips, Ye Zhengchen stopped drinking, fumbling for his custom-made watch, then reaching for his wallet… The photo compartment was empty.
“Fuck!” he cursed softly.
“Still can’t let go?”
Ye Zhengchen remained silent, pulling a Panasonic phone from his pocket. After a moment’s hesitation, he turned it on. The text message alert sounded, making him tremble as he opened them one by one.
“I made dan dan noodles today, they were delicious! I made your portion… even though you’re not here.”
“The cherry blossoms by the window are about to bloom. I told them to wait a bit longer for you to come back and watch them with me.”
“My cultured cells surprisingly didn’t die; they’re alive and strong, probably waiting for you too!”
“I’m listening to ‘Love’…”
“Do you miss me? Say it, don’t be shy!”
“A handsome guy asked me out to Tokyo today; if you don’t come back soon, I might elope with him!”
