A stage accident at the arts troupe left me gravely injured, but my wife stayed up day and night tending to her first love, who had only scraped his skin.
After I woke up, I came to my senses and accepted my teacher’s invitation to take part in the stage design for a top-secret national project.
My teacher asked cautiously, “This project is classified. We’ll first be going to the Soviet Union for an exchange, and we won’t be able to come home for two or three years. Has Regiment Commander Lu agreed?”
I smiled. “Don’t worry. It’s my honor to serve my country. She couldn’t be happier.”
My teacher nodded with relief. “You’re my best student. I’ll be at ease with you on board. There’s still a month to go, so make sure you say a proper goodbye to Regiment Commander Lu.”
I agreed. A month was more than enough time for me to divorce her.
