At 11:30 AM, Wang Fugui brought Ms. Cao Guifang to ngjin Matun.
Seeing ngjin Matun in the daylight, Cao Guifang was filled with nostalgia.
More than eighty years ago, ngjin Matun had been a bustling place, with many ships coming and going and crowds of travelers.
This was where she had parted from her husband all those years ago. But the tis were turbulent, and not long after he left, she passed away.
Ti was cruel. In the blink of an eye, her very soul had begun to age, yet she still hadn’t been able to wait for her husband’s return...
The once-bustling Matun was now covered in sand and weeds.
If not for a dilapidated wooden boat not far from Matun, you wouldn’t even be able to tell this was ngjin Matun.
It was Wang Fugui’s first ti seeing ngjin Matun. As he stared at the desolate scenery, a mory that wasn’t his own suddenly surfaced in his mind:
The sun blazed overhead. A young wife leaned on her husband’s shoulder, reluctantly shedding tears.
In the end, her husband still pushed her away and, without looking back, boarded a steamship headed abroad.
The ship sailed into the distance, and from afar, his wife was still shouting, "Yonghui, you have to co back! Please don’t leave !"
This was a mory belonging only to Cao Guifang. For more than seventy years, she had been waiting for the day they would et again...
"RUSTLE—" The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted his thoughts.
Wang Fugui turned his head and saw a young man supporting an old man.
The young man looked to be in his twenties or thirties, while the old man appeared to be over ninety. The young man said, confused, "Grandpa, this place is so desolate. What’s there to see? If you really wanted to travel, you could take your money and go sowhere much nicer, couldn’t you?"
The old man was ancient, leaning on a cane. His body was hunched over, and he was so thin he was just skin and bones.
Even though it was autumn, the old man was wearing a thick military greatcoat.
When the old man saw the stone monunt for ngjin Matun, his eyes instantly reddened, and a trace of sorrow appeared in them. "Seventy years... How did this place suddenly beco so abandoned... How could Matun beco so desolate..."
The mont Wang Fugui saw the old man, an inexplicably powerful emotion surged through him.
His body moved uncontrollably as he walked forward and asked, "Are you nad Sun Yonghui... Is that you? Yonghui..."
He had just finished the first half of the sentence when the second half ca out in a woman’s trembling voice: "Are you Yonghui..."
Sun Yonghui looked at Wang Fugui in confusion. "I am Yonghui. How do you know my na?"
Wang Fugui’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at Sun Yonghui and said sorrowfully, "Because I am Cao Guifang. I am your wife... Cao Guifang..."
The old man’s eyes widened in an instant. "You... You are..."
He clutched his chest as a sharp pain shot through his heart, and his limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Grandpa, don’t get worked up! Be careful!"
The young man frantically searched for Sun Yonghui’s quick-acting heart pills, then roared angrily, "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy? Scaring people in broad daylight! Don’t you know you shouldn’t ntion a long-lost wife in front of an old man?"
Cao Guifang was frightened too. She hid inside Wang Fugui’s body, not daring to speak for a long mont.
Wang Fugui quickly explained, "I’m not crazy. I’m here because Sun Yonghui’s wife is looking for him. I just wanted to pass on a ssage."
"Pass on a ssage? Do you really think Mr. Sun is an idiot? You ca up with such a ridiculous excuse? Get out of the way. Don’t keep Mr. Sun from finding his wife."
Wang Fugui patiently explained, "I was truly entrusted by Cao Guifang to co here and find a man nad Sun Yonghui. You just need to tell , is this man Sun Yonghui?"
The young man’s expression froze for a mont. "My grandpa is indeed nad Sun Yonghui, but he was a confidential operative. He’s been abroad this whole ti and only returned to the country a few days ago. What do you want with him? And who is this person you ntioned?"
"Cao Guifang is my wife." After Sun Yonghui recovered a bit, he grabbed Wang Fugui’s hand and said, "Where is my wife? Is... is she still alive? I always thought she was dead..."
"Ms. Cao? Are you there, Ms. Cao? If you have anything to say, you can tell your husband now. I’ve found him for you."
For so reason, Ms. Cao, who had just been speaking through Wang Fugui’s body, was now completely silent.
In fact, Wang Fugui could barely feel her presence anymore.
’Could it be because the Yang energy here is too strong for her to speak?’
So, Wang Fugui spoke on Cao Guifang’s behalf, recounting her experiences over the past half-century.
He even told Sun Yonghui the story of how he had encountered Cao Guifang’s ghost soul in the last half-month.
Hearing this, the old man’s tears stread down his face. "You silly girl... Why didn’t you run away with ! I only had her stay behind because it would be easier to survive in the country. If this was going to happen... she would have been better off leaving with ..."
At this, Wang Fugui asked, "Grandpa Sun, why didn’t you co looking for Gui Fang in all the years before? Why co looking for her only now?"
Speaking of the past, Sun Yonghui’s tears fell ceaselessly.
Back then, for the sake of his countryn, Sun Yonghui had courageously gone to the United States as a secret agent, with the goal of bringing back advanced technology and reuniting with his wife.
They told him he was a secret agent, and that all he had to do was bring back technology.
But after he arrived, he discovered it was basically a scam operation.
Not only was there no salary, but they were also worked like beasts of burden.
Sun Yonghui and his colleagues were put to work, sent to a secret location to build weapons.
They worked 12-hour days and were only given two als. If the weapons they built didn’t et the standards, they weren’t given any food at all.
Under the intense ntal and physical labor, many people died shortly after they arrived.
But those Aricans didn’t care. There was plenty of half-trained talent back ho anyway. If they were short on hands, they would just go get another batch. No one cared whether they lived or died.
Sun Yonghui knew that if things continued like this, they would surely die there.
So, he and a few of his colleagues escaped.
The escape was difficult and indescribably miserable for them.
Of the ten people who escaped together, nine were caught and beaten to death.
Only Sun Yonghui managed to survive by hiding on a rchant ship.
At that ti, he dread of going ho, but he was trapped there, unable to leave even if he wanted to.
He could only wait for news from ho while aimlessly hoping to return.
Finally, he received news—the news of his wife’s death...
In that mont, he could no longer suppress the grief and sorrow in his heart and burst into tears.
After his wife’s death, he tried to kill himself... but he was saved...
They told him that no matter how desperate things seed... life goes on, and they had to get the advanced technology out...
Later, as the tis gradually stabilized and the wars ended, he married and had children abroad. He and his new love conducted scientific research to serve their holand, and every day was a happy one.
But in the last two years, his health had been getting worse and worse. He couldn’t stop thinking about his first wife, so he took a ship to co back and see.
And to see, incidentally, where his wife’s grave was...
He was already over ninety this year, so his family was naturally worried about him making such a long journey and tried every way they could to talk him out of it.
But the old man insisted again and again, so in the end, his family relented and accompanied him.
He had anticipated this hocoming for sixty or seventy years, but when he finally returned, he found that the once-prosperous ngjin Matun had long since beco a field of ruins.
The only place with any trace of human life left was the ships coming and going...
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