Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 110: A Treasured Talent

Seeing her husband’s jealous look, Song Qingya suppressed a smile and said gently, "How about this? You can have my husband’s phone number. You can either write him a letter or give him a call."

In the end, Yang Shang carefully left his own address and also diligently noted down the name of Liuchang Town.

As he left, he kept looking back, his eyes filled with reluctance to part.

As he walked out of the hospital room and toward the exit, his mind was still replaying the earlier scene.

’The first thing I have to do when I get back is tell my master immediately.’

’I’ll tell him I met an incredibly intelligent person in Liuchang Town, someone with an extraordinary understanding of acupuncture—an absolute treasure of a talent.’

’If I’m a step too slow, someone else might beat me to it!’

After he left, Song Qingya quietly dismissed the other medical staff and family members from the hospital room.

At this moment, Old Luo, who had just finished his acupuncture treatment, was feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

Within a few hours, his condition had shown a visible improvement.

Not only was he speaking more fluently, but his mental state had also clearly recovered a great deal.

Hearing that Song Qingya wanted to ask him a question, Luo Fuman immediately patted his chest.

"Go ahead and ask! Whatever your question is, I’ll tell you everything I know!"

Song Qingya’s expression suddenly grew solemn.

She slowly began to ask, "Brother Luo, I’ve actually always been very curious... who exactly is Ajin’s father? And... does he have any other relatives in the Capital City?"

This question had been buried in her heart for a very long time.

Previously, she had asked Fei Zhenwu this question.

After all, Fei Zhenwu was Fei Jin’s paternal uncle.

Logically, he should have known more about his background than an outsider.

But every time the subject came up, Fei Zhenwu would always, intentionally or not, avoid it.

He had even advised Song Qingya, "Don’t go prying into this. Ajin cut off contact with his dad a long time ago. Knowing about it won’t do you any good."

As far as Song Qingya knew, Fei Zhenwu and his family had not always lived in Fenglai Town.

They had moved there later on.

As for where their ancestral home was, no one in town could say for sure.

To get to the bottom of it, Song Qingya had put in a lot of effort, using her connections and network built up over many years to ask everyone in town.

Even Aunt Fang, who usually knew everything about the neighborhood, knew nothing about this.

With no other choice, Song Qingya could only turn her attention back to Luo Fuman.

Because he owed her a considerable favor from before.

So it was unlikely he would hide anything.

Luo Fuman sighed, his expression a little complicated as he began to speak of the past.

"I really don’t know for sure," he said in a low voice.

"Back when Xiao Fei was one of my soldiers, when we were in the same platoon, the comrades would often chat about family stuff after meals. Some looked forward to going home to see their parents, others wanted to see their wives and kids, but Xiao Fei never joined in on that topic."

"Even back then, I had a vague feeling that his relationship with his family wasn’t normal."

Song Qingya lowered her head slightly, a hint of heartache in her voice as she said softly, "I know his relationship with his father isn’t amicable."

She looked up at Luo Fuman, her eyes thoughtful.

"I just... want to figure out what exactly makes the Capital City a place he doesn’t want to talk about."

"I’ve tested the waters, too. Once, I said I wanted to go see the Capital City, but he was very resistant to the idea and absolutely refused to go back."

Luo Fuman fell silent for a moment after hearing this, then spoke as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"It’s true that Xiao Fei is from the Capital City, but I get the feeling... maybe he just has a bad relationship with his father, not that he’s cut off everyone."

Song Qingya was slightly taken aback, her brow furrowing lightly.

"What makes you come to that conclusion?"

"Don’t laugh."

Luo Fuman leaned back in his bed, his gaze distant, as if recalling something.

"Well, there was this one time... a few of us were writing letters home. I don’t know what possessed me, but I actually snuck a peek at Xiao Fei."

He paused, then continued in a low voice, "He was sitting there, holding a calligraphy brush, his expression incredibly grave. My eyes just happened to glance over his letter..."

His tone softened slightly as he went on, "It was a letter to his dad. Of course, I didn’t dare look closely at the contents. But as he was writing, there wasn’t a single affectionate word. It had the tone of a subordinate reporting to a superior. For a father and son to communicate like that... it’s honestly a bit chilling."

"And another time, a few of us were chatting idly, and I don’t know who it was, but someone unintentionally asked, ’How come you never mention your mother?’ Xiao Fei froze when he heard that."

At this point, Luo Fuman’s eyes darkened a little.

"He said his mother passed away when he was seven..."

His voice was very calm.

"But when he talked about his mother, he was like a different person. His face darkened, and even the corners of his mouth tightened."

Saying this, he heaved another heavy sigh.

"I also heard something else back then. Xiao Fei’s dad later remarried, took another wife, and had a son. He should be about eighteen by now, almost an adult."

Hearing this, a flash of insight struck Song Qingya.

’So that was the reason. Fei Jin’s father got remarried.’

’The estrangement between Fei Jin and his father must have started brewing back then.’

’Besides, the novel never mentioned me and Fei Jin going back to the Capital City together.’

Now, through her conversation with Luo Fuman, combined with what she already knew and past details, a completely new possibility was gradually surfacing.

’Fei Jin’s inexplicable death... perhaps it really was connected to his father in the Capital City!’

"I understand a lot more now, Old Luo," Song Qingya said sincerely.

"Thank you so much for talking about these things with me."

"What’s there to thank me for!" Luo Fuman waved his hand dismissively and grinned.

"It’s not some big secret. If I can talk about it, I will."

He paused, his tone turning more serious.

"Qingya, actually, Xiao Fei and I should be the ones thanking you. You genuinely care about Xiao Fei from the bottom of your heart. Who else would pay attention to the tone of his letters or the things he’s said? But you noticed, and you even came specially to ask me about it all."

As he said this, a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

"I believe that as long as you two work together and get along well, you’ll definitely be able to live a happy life."

Song Qingya nodded.

That’s right. Fei Jin was indeed someone worth relying on.

This was also the reason she was willing to put so much effort into nurturing their relationship.

His personality was steady and reliable. He handled matters calmly and responsibly.

Moreover, his concern for her was genuine, never just a superficial gesture.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She remembered that during her time living in modern society, she had an old neighbor with the surname Fang.

He was a native of the Capital City.