I am a doctor and it started early last year. At that time, I went abroad on a business trip, one night back to socialize, just to the hotel, I received a call from my wife. She said in a worried tone that she was sick, I asked what disease, she refused to say, pressed half a day, the other end of the phone, but she did not say a word, and finally said leisurely: you come back to know. Then she hung up. I called again, cell phone off, home landline no one answered.
I felt something strange, called her parents, at first did not say that she was sick, casually chatting about the family, and finally asked if she had recently returned home, how is her work and health, the old man said that she had not recently returned home, but only yesterday morning on the phone, everything is fine. After some more pleasantries, I hung up the phone.
I lay in bed and thought about it, then got up and called her sister, and when my cell phone picked up, I got right to the point and asked my wife what had happened.
On the other end of the phone, my sister asked me rhetorically with some surprise: you still don’t know ah, she’s pregnant. I froze for a moment and asked when it was, and she said she accompanied my wife to the hospital yesterday afternoon for a checkup. I told her that my wife called me to say she was sick and did not mention the pregnancy. My sister said that I would go check on her then and call me in a few minutes. However, that evening, I never waited for the call and never contacted the sisters again.
The next morning at about 9:00 am, I was in a meeting when my wife’s phone called, saying that she was pregnant but didn’t want it and was going to have an abortion. Because it was my turn to speak at the meeting soon, I just said, “Wait a minute, we’ll talk it over, and I’ll get in touch with you at noon. Then I hurriedly closed the line.
At noon, I called her phone, it was off. Called her sister, off. Called her parents’ house, no answer.
In the evening, I called her again, this time finally got through. I have not yet had time to reproach her, the other end of the phone, she has cried, not loud, is the kind of repressed sobs, the phone, I can also feel her heartbreaking hurt. She had been crying for almost ten minutes or so before her emotions calmed down a little. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your permission to abort the baby. I couldn’t bear to say anything and didn’t mention the fact that she turned off her cell phone at noon. I comforted her by saying that we were still young and that there would be more in the future.
My wife is a foreign company’s middle level, recently there is hope for promotion, she said she did not want to lose the promotion opportunity because of the relationship between the child, I said I understand. However, I have some misgivings: every time we live together, at her insistence, I have used a condom, although this is not guaranteed to be foolproof (which is precisely why I did not raise doubts about her at the time), but deep down in my heart, there is still some uneasiness.
During dinner, I asked her why she quit her job, and she said it was because her wife told her that we were all going abroad for further study and that we didn’t need anyone at home. I was silent for a while, and said: It’s like this, I was going to tell you after I came back. She said it didn’t matter if it was a few days early or a few days late, the family had a child in middle school and needed her.
After a while of small talk, also learned the following information: during my business trip, my wife did not come home three nights. One night at 12 o’clock, a tall man sent his wife downstairs, the nanny saw his car, she said: it was a black car, the street lights are darker, can not see the license plate, as if there are a few circles in the middle. The next day, the wife told her we were going abroad and she went home.
Spent the night at the nanny’s house. Early the next morning, after bidding her farewell, I walked down the country road and ascertained a few important things: that my wife had lied; that the nanny had been sacked because she had seen something important; and that the man, drove an Audi. I sat in the coach in a daze, and for a moment I even wished that the car would drive off the state highway and crash off a cliff, so that I would never have the chance to face the truth.
When I got back to town, I went to the hospital and sat there for a while, and ran straight home. I took a shower, had a feeling of heartbreak, and as soon as I lay down, fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, my wife shook me awake, told me she was traveling today and would be back in a few days, told me to go wash the car, and listened to the sound of her placing the car keys on the coffee table, I woke up completely.
The car was a gift I gave my wife when she entered the unit, at that time, I sold my motorcycle and used almost all of my savings, just to fulfill my promise. When she got the car, she hugged me, moved to cry, tears soaked my lapel …… her joy, through tears spread to my body, into happiness, make me feel like I am in heaven.
However, a few years later, she revealed several times that the car was beneath her and that she wanted it replaced as soon as possible.
I, on the other hand, have been pedaling my bike through the traffic of commuters for years. Maybe, I’m losing her identity too, and it’s time to change? I couldn’t help but think so.
While the car was being washed, the handyman asked me to clean up the important items in the car. As I was cleaning up the backseat, I noticed two hairs entangled in the crevices of the seat cushion, one thin and silky, one thick and short and thriving hard. I carefully wrapped them in newspaper. I scraped some of the top layer off with a knife in the suspected sperm stains, collected it, and put it in my pocket.
After washing the car, I went home and searched the bed for half a day and found a piece of my wife’s hair and put it with two other pieces of hair. With these three hairs and the suspected sperm plaque, I quickly drove to the hospital.
By the determination of trace elements, two of them were hairs of the same woman, the wife; one was a man’s hair, which I took to be the lover’s; again, by the determination of the pigmentation content and the diameter of the cross-section of the hairs, the age of the lover was ascertained to be between 40 and 50; and by the thermodissociation test, I again ascertained the blood type of the lover, type A.
Unfortunately: the suspected sperm plaque may have cured too long to separate.
Determining the age of the lover also allowed me to eliminate the suspicion of my wife’s coworkers. Their company has many young people, Chinese people are not more than 40 years old, more than 40 years old are foreigners. And the wife, on the foreigner extremely disgusted, just into the company, remember the foreigner body perfume and fox smell mixed flavor, she went home and could not eat.
Since my wife was away on business, my sister-in-law knew that I had no place to eat, so she often called me up when she and her boyfriend got together. Her boyfriend’s name is Tan, a software engineer at the Agricultural Bank of China.
One day at dinner, we talked about their marriage, and without realizing it, we talked about having children. I suddenly remembered something, so I asked my sister-in-law: your sister had an operation, went to our hospital? My sister-in-law said: No, it’s a hospital in Lincheng.
My heart was immediately filled with suspicion: the hospital where I work has the best medical conditions in the province, and there are many conveniences for the family members of the medical staff to be treated here; giving up this place and going to Lincheng for the operation must be to hide something.
But my sister-in-law accompanied his wife to our hospital for surgery, do not need to hide their whereabouts ah? Thinking for a long time, I began to suspect: wife surgery, lover also went, not to our hospital, is afraid of running into acquaintances.
Thinking about it, I was in waves inside but remained calm and finished my meal. After the meal Xiao Tan said she went to pee and I followed. I first dipped my face in water at the back sink to calm my inner excitement. When I entered the restroom, I glanced over and noticed that Xiao Tan was having trouble urinating and there appeared to be white mucus at his crown. As a doctor, I know what this means On the way home, I called a brother of the Lin Cheng Hospital, hoping that he would help transfer the video of the underground garage, he said no problem, let me go the next day, and did not ask anything more. A brother is a brother, helping out in critical moments without needing to know why.
Early the next morning, I called the hospital to transfer my shift, and tended to drive straight to Lincoln.
With the help of a friend, I pulled up the video from that day. Sure enough, it was a black Audi A6 with our local go-vern-ment license plate. It dawned on me: my wife is often in contact with the go-vern-ment department because of her work. Her lover, an official.
After getting the license plate number, things would be relatively easy from now on. After two days of hard work, I basically figured out the basic situation of the lover. A bureau chief, deputy director-level cadres, 45 years old; wife 40 years old, a bureau of finance, deputy director-level cadres; two people relationship in front of people is not bad. There is a daughter, 20 years old, in the city to study college.
There is also a more important bit of information that the lover is also out of town for the past few days. I think they’re together.
In the evening, my wife called me and said she would be back tomorrow. I pondered how to have a good talk with my wife.
In all fairness, my wife cheated on me, but I don’t want to pick a fight if I can turn back in time.
The lover has a family and is unlikely to marry her for the sake of position.
With an age difference of more than ten years, they are basically not from the same era. When the dreams of official thinking, gold-digging and Oedipal complexes are shattered by the indignation and gloom of long-term underground love affairs, I wonder if they can really find the bond that sustains such a relationship over the years, apart from the thrill of cheating?
Of course, whether the age gap is an advantage or disadvantage, I do not dare to put it in a nutshell. Perhaps a woman’s psychology, in her life, always need to use the shadow of the father, in order to feel safe it After about three months, that day it was raining heavily, my wife went to the hospital to pick me up to go home, all the way to the wordless. Almost home, she broke the silence and said: I want a child.
I said yes.
After dinner, we made love like crazy. She was oblivious, moving fiercely, controlling the initiative, and I cooperated with her, as if I had found the feeling of soundness again in her long lost eyes.
After 40 days, she told me that she was pregnant.
I was grimly silent.
Unfortunately, the wife is just having a normal pregnancy reaction this time, possibly accompanied by labor blues, resulting in a stronger reaction. It’s natural for a wife to have labor blues, since both fathers of her children will have to remain permanently shrunken in their turtle shells. I laughed coldly in my heart, accompanied by a twinge of pain.
Early the next morning, my sister-in-law barged into my office and counted me out in front of the patients. I told the nurse to shoo her away, but she wouldn’t go. I told her that this was a hospital, a place to see patients, and that she could come to me, but she had to pay to register. She turned her head and left, hung up my 10 numbers, and scolded me all morning.
At the end of my shift, I put the information in a fee old special delivery envelope. When I arrived at my sister-in-law’s house, she was wearing a police . uniform and had a hat on. I said take the uniform off. uniform off, and if it still looks serious, I won’t say anything.
I told her she hadn’t eaten and asked her to cook a bowl of noodles. She said yes, changed into civilian clothes and went downstairs to buy brussels sprouts. After cooking the noodles, I said I wanted a drink. After searching, she took out a bottle of Yili Daqu, then twisted her arms and stood aside, coldly watching me eat and drink.
I said don’t look at me in a condescending manner. Who do you think you are? Your sister is aggrieved and you want to stand up for her? Is she as aggrieved as I am? I’ll try to conceive a wild child for you one day and let you be a mother for free, and see if your sympathy is still flooded.
She popped over and tried to whip me, but I pushed her away. I slammed the envelope on her and said with a sneer: take a good look, this is your little Tan’s test report, gonorrhea, know what it is? Explain to you, a kind of sexually transmitted disease, the full name is called gonorrhea urethritis, the main way of transmission is sexlife, don’t tell me that you infected him right.
When I finished, I grabbed the bottle and took a couple swigs.
It was clear to me that the blow to her was sinking in.
My sister-in-law had fallen in love twice, her first boyfriend was her favorite, and she had to endure the pain because she was caught looking for a woman. When she broke up, she was so sad that she went on a hunger strike for two days and refused any man’s advances for a year.
Tan is not tall and handsome, and his appearance is far from her ex-boyfriend. The main reason she dated Tan was because he was down-to-earth and simple, and she thought she could commit to him for the rest of her life. I guess she never even dreamed that this technical idiot who can only write programs in her mind would also have a time to let loose.
In the middle of the line of sight, the sister-in-law was biting her lips tightly, her hand holding the report trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with tears. After a while, she squatted down and covered her face with her hands and cried in a small voice.
I went over to pick her up, said, you know how I feel, the lover cheated on the bad taste, right? Hearing me say this, she jumped into my arms, crying loudly, infected by her, my eyes also blurred.
The tougher the armor, the softer the body underneath, like a turtle’s shell.
It only took a minute for my sister-in-law to let the bottle bottom out. Then she rummaged through the cupboards looking for wine, and when she didn’t find any, she rushed out of the door, asked for a bottle of Luang Pui Tai from the kiosk downstairs, and sat down on the steps next to the garden to continue drinking. I followed her all the way, keeping her company, watching her unable to tell her snot from her tears.
When I carried her upstairs, she was already drunk. However, when I put her on the bed, intending to leave quietly, she gently pulled my hand and said clearly, Brother-in-law, don’t go.
I laughed, and it hurt a little.
When I left my sister-in-law the next morning, I had an extra photo on my phone that referenced the best double image from the racy photos.
When my wife was lying under her lover’s roof, did she ever think that she would be riding on top of me, writhing and twisting? When my wife snuggled into her lover’s arms and pitied me, did she ever think that one day she would also be mocked by me?
I pedaled my bike all the way to the hospital in a flash, stepped up the stairs at a brisk pace, opened the office door, and lit a cigarette.
In my mind, the cuckold is a much lighter color
My wife’s belly is getting bigger and bigger, and the excitement for me is getting stronger and stronger. Fortunately, there is her mom and nanny at home, otherwise, I have to help my lover to fulfill his father’s responsibility to take care of the unborn child. At home, the only time we get together is when we eat, usually I hide in the study, read books, play computer. I excuse the fear of pressure on the child, also sleep in the study, can not and wife to see, as far as possible do not appear. Communication between husband and wife has also been reduced to the extent that it is limited to a few words: “open the door”, “dinner”, “go to bed early”, “bye! “and that’s about it.
During this time, my sister-in-law came by once, and she and Tan broke up. When she told us, she glanced at me, I pretended not to see it, and lowered my head to pick up my meal. After dinner, I went back to the study and listened to their conversation in the living room through the study door. In her words, I could hear that she was very concerned about my situation and tried to find out news about me. As for the reason why she and Tan broke up, she only said lightly that her personalities did not match and she was unwilling to say any more.
When she left, she knocked on the door of the study, stood outside the door and said loudly: brother-in-law, I’m leaving, be nice to my sister.
I opened the door and she was already downstairs.
A doctor surnamed Zhao said that a university junior, the day after tomorrow to come for a physical examination, he had to give his son a parent-teacher conference that day, and asked me to take over. I wanted to take a break and excused myself on the pretext that I had to accompany my wife for a regular checkup the day after tomorrow, plus I was not familiar with the specialty for fear of accidents, so I put it off. Dr. Zhao didn’t say anything. In fact, professional unfamiliarity with each other know that is a pretext, physical examination of the work of the individual almost can do.
When we parted, I shook Lao Zhao’s hand and said I was sorry I couldn’t help, he said it was okay, and everyone dispersed.
On the way home, I suddenly remembered that my lover’s daughter was not a junior at a university. I thought for a long time, shook my head, and slowly walked toward home.
The next night, as my wife stood up to take her meal, her protruding belly touched my arm, and I was so nauseated that I could no longer eat. Hurriedly fled back to the study.
I slumped over my desk, shame and anger, like two pairs of iron fists, Ali and Tyson respectively, taking turns to pulverize me.
I called Lao Zhao and told him that he was free tomorrow and could take over his shift. He was very happy and said that he was worried about finding someone, so I had solved his urgent problem. I said no need to thank him, I should thank you.
That night, I stayed up all night. Finally, I was going to start reaching out to lovers.
Revenge. It’s just begun.
The first time I saw my lover’s daughter, she was having her eyesight tested. Looking at her clear rutting eyes, pure as spotless mineral water, my heart stirred and my head swam a little. This kind of feeling, is when I saw my wife for the first time, once had.
When it was my turn to check the project, I deliberately said that her body some of the abnormalities, scared her lightly, and I comforted her and said, just some small problems, recuperate a little will be good. And left my cell phone number to her, told her anything can find me, of course, in the name of concern, I also left her phone and dormitory address.
The results of her blood test, which I got the same day, were somewhat anemic.
Other than that, there’s nothing wrong.
The indicators of her blood, which I called the same day to tell her about, made her a little faintly sad to hear about the anemia, but very grateful to me because her classmates got the results several days later.
Using the excuse of concern and advice, I kept up the pace of talking to her on the phone every two days. Slowly, we became acquainted.
One weekend a month later, without informing her, I bought a bouquet of flowers and some blood-supplementing nutrients to visit her at school. She was delighted and had dinner with me. In my words, I praised her carelessly, pretending that I had accidentally found a common topic of conversation and was surprised to discover the same hobbies. She smiled innocently and said she hadn’t been this happy in a long time.
When she was leaving, she told me I could call her YY.I asked: Is it only the closest people who call her that? She bowed her head and said: Yes.
I said you can call me uncle, and now the closest people call me that. She laughed and smacked me and said, you’re not old, I’ll call you brother.
During this time, I’ve scrutinized her medical report. On the report, the blood type was there, and based on the birthday, I deduced the horoscope. Then I synthesized the horoscope and blood type, and summarized the basic character traits of this type of girl. Although judging a person’s character through horoscopes and blood types is more or less nebulous, I don’t want to fight an unprepared battle, and, I must succeed.
I started to insist on texting her every day, first and foremost, I wanted to be a presence in her life.
first day
”YY, it’s raining on my side, is it raining on your side? Pay attention to adding clothes.’
‘Not down.’ She wrote back.
the morrow
”YY, have you eaten?”
‘Not yet.’ She wrote back.
‘Watch your nutrition, don’t just eat vegetables.’
‘Got it, thanks.’ She wrote back.
third day
‘YY, I bought a pair of red shorts today.’
‘Oh, is it nice’ she wrote back
‘It’s not pretty, it’s beautiful’
‘Huh,’ she wrote back.
‘YY, I actually bought two’
‘Oh,’ she wrote back.
‘One pair of panties, huh?’
‘Hate it’ when she writes back.
fourth day
‘YY, I had a fight with a patient today, it’s all your fault.’
‘What’s it to me?’ She wrote back
‘I was rambling in the morning when I wrote the prescription and dispensed it wrong, and in the afternoon someone else came to my door’
‘Be careful, but does it matter to me?’ She wrote back
‘YY, I’m afraid to say.’
‘It’s okay, go ahead.’ She wrote back.
‘YY, I was thinking about you at the time and drew a thigh on the prescription.’
‘…… Laughing my ass off, really?’ She wrote back.
fifth day
‘YY, I wanted to come and see you at night.’
‘I’m going home today.’ She wrote back.
‘Just one look.’
‘I’m leaving right after school.’ She wrote back.
‘I’ll take you home.’
‘Mom’s coming to pick me up, it’s not good for her to see.’ She wrote back.
‘Then …… well, but you have to promise me one thing.’
‘What is it?’ She wrote back.
‘Think about me carefully before you go to bed.’
‘No,’ she wrote back.
After a while, she sent another
‘Only think of you sloppily once before I go to bed.’
I smiled and closed the phone. Once received a systematic education in psychology, I advanced through the layers as if nothing had happened, one foot had already stepped into her mind I told my wife that recently there were a lot of night shifts, and it was inconvenient to go back and forth, so I wanted to rent a house near the hospital.
She said yes. Ever since she had the baby, she’s been all about the belly. I guess she won’t be surprised even if I turn into a cockroach one day.
On Monday after work, I went to the school to see YY.
She wasn’t in her dorm. I sent her a text asking where she was. She wrote back that she was out watching a movie with her classmates. I didn’t say I was at school, I just told her to be safe.
I waited until almost eleven o’clock and saw her and two other girls walking towards the dormitory. I greeted her, she was surprised and asked, Why are you here, I said, I stopped by and thought I’d check in on you, but I got there when I texted you. After that, I wished her a good night and turned to walk away. Her two classmates laughed in the background.
While on the road, I got a text from her: thanks for coming to see me.
I texted back: I’ll be stopping by your school again tomorrow, yes?
She texted back: all the time.
When I left the house the next day, I told my wife I was going away for a couple days. It’s just in Lincheng, a short road trip, drive there. She said: OK, be safe.
I went back to the real estate agent near the hospital to look for an apartment and worked my butt off until I got to the office at noon.
After smoking a cigarette and organizing my thoughts, I called one of my brothers at Friendship Hospital and asked him to reserve a bed for me. He said: OK, now the bed is not tight, you do not call also have. He also asked: Is it true that you can’t afford to stay in the hospital? I told him to leave it alone, leave the bed on the line, and do not squeak if anything strange happens. He laughed and said: with your size.
After lunch, I called YY and made a date to meet at 6:30 at the Espresso Cafe next to the school.
‘See you there,’ I said.
‘See you there,’ she echoed, and I thought I saw her biting her lip.
Around two o’clock, I texted YA and lied to her that I had a temporary, serious patient who had to be operated on, but that I would definitely be at the cafe by six-thirty.
After half a day, she texted back: work is important, see you some other time?
I texted back, I’ll be there, and if I don’t keep my promise the first time I ask you out, please ignore me for the rest of your life.
She texted back: yes, I’ll wait for you. I texted back: six thirty. She texted back: uh, 6:30, I won’t see you. I finished texting and turned off my cell phone I took a leave of absence from the hospital and drove around town. I first trimmed my hair in the barber shop, and then went to the pirate market to watch the CD-ROM with color for a while, and finally filled my stomach in a small noodle shop.
It was hard to get to a quarter to six, so I turned on my cell phone and called YY, telling her that she had just had surgery and was on her way here, and that there was a lot of traffic, but that I’d be there by 6:30 for sure. She said she was already there and asked me to drive safely.
I parked my car near the Friendship Hospital and sat quietly, smoking a cigarette and indifferently listening to my cell phone ring five times, all from YY, which I didn’t answer. Almost seven o’clock, I twisted the steering wheel, hard to the roadside stone pier.
As I was lying on a stretcher bleeding and being taken to the hospital, I sent a text to YY saying, I’m in trouble, come to **hospital**.
I lay in the hospital bed, my head bandaged, and half an hour later, watched as YY came running in, disoriented, and nearly fell down the narrow corridor before entering the door with her in sight. She sat on the edge of the bed, at a loss for words, taking my hand, trying to soothe me, but letting me clearly feel her trembling.
”You don’t have to rush like this ……,” she said after a long time, holding back her tears.
‘Men,’ I said softly, looking at her tenderly, ‘must keep their promises.’
Hearing this, she couldn’t hold it back any longer and burst into tears with a ‘wow’ and jumped into my arms.
I stroked her hair and I wanted to cry too – but tears of joy. I did the same thing when my lover delivered a child into my wife’s womb and waved the green flag to humiliate me, leaving his other child snuggled in my arms in tears.
In the depths of my soul, the goal was as clear as a lighthouse: since my wife could die for him and sacrifice everything for him, I would make his daughter willingly dedicate her purity to me.
YY took time off work to stay with me in the hospital for two days.
first day
I was lying in bed and said I had a slight headache, and she was in a hurry to call a doctor. I took her hand and said I am the doctor, just massage my head. She was careful, afraid of hurting me. I kept saying: gently, more gently …… until finally turned from massage to stroking, I did not give up. I cozily closed my eyes and began to focus on enjoying the pleasure of her soft hands touching my body.
After a while, I called for arm pain, back pain, leg pain and ass pain …… She obeyed and stroked her whole body seriously. I also seriously appreciated her shyness as she stroked my thighs.
In the evening, for the infusion, she didn’t leave and asked for an extra bed.
the morrow
It was just after 2 a.m. when I screamed. She woke up, ran to my bed in a panic, and asked in horror: what’s wrong. I said: heartburn, dying. She was so scared she cried. I took her hand and put it on my chest, smiled and said: think of your heartache, almost want to die you.
She was so happy and angry that she couldn’t speak for half a day and only pushed me with her hands. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She subconsciously resisted for a moment, then didn’t move again, tightly closed her eyes. I sucked on those trembling, tender lips as if intoxicated, like an ant seeing honey as intoxicated, head, and some fainting.
For a moment, it was as if I had returned to the days when I first fell in love with my wife, and the most beautiful sun in the world once again rose from the bottom of my heart, illuminating every corner of my soul.
For the past two days, I’ve done nothing but kiss.
I’m going to take it one step at a time.
Things are going well with YA.
As soon as I could, I looked for her at school. We ate together, watched movies, pressed the streets, talked about love and counted the stars in the sky. I could tell she was happy with me.
At nightfall, we would often sit on the loveseat next to the grove. I like to bury my head in her body, and then breathe deeply, I want to take the fragrance of that virgin, inhale it into the lungs, circulate it into the bloodstream, diffuse it into the cells, and then stay in the memory never to fade.
Her shy, trance-like, longing eyes mesmerized me every time I kissed and fondled her.
I always can not help but greedily devour her sweet saliva like manna, perhaps, I hope it can quench my burning hatred; I always can not help but forget to stir her cotton-candy tender tongue, perhaps, this can temporarily let my broken heart be anesthetized; my hands, always firm, tireless exploration of her trembling, hot body …… Maybe, just maybe, I subconsciously wanted my wife to cheat on me.
During this time, I lived in a rental house, rarely went home, and basically did not call home. My wife did call occasionally, urging me to go home and change clothes, smoke less, not stay up late and so on. I always lazy to deal with her, flat as a page. I wondered: was it the distance that produced beauty? Or is she trying to come around?
Unfortunately, I can no longer be interested in the answer to this question. Since I met YY, my feelings for my wife have been waning at the speed of a jump, and if the hatred of the past was still mixed with jealousy and fondness, nowadays, all the retaliation, the purpose is pure and clear: to find dignity for the shattered self-esteem.
The 18th, YY’s birthday.
On the 17th, I asked YA to give me a full birthday and she asked: what do you mean. I said: I’ll organize all your day. She pretended to think about it for a while, smiled and said: ok.
On the 18th after 1am I called her and said I was down at the dorm and asked her to come down with her ID. She came downstairs sleepily and asked what was up. I told her birthday time had arrived. I shoved her into the car and headed straight to the airport. She didn’t seem to come to her senses until she boarded the 3:15 a.m. flight to Urumqi.
After arriving in Urumqi, we transferred to an 8 o’clock flight to Yining, and after arriving in Yining at 9 o’clock, we took another three-hour bus ride. At 12:30, when she saw the beautiful Nalati Prairie, she hugged me excitedly.
We mounted our horses from the left side of the steppe and after twenty minutes or so, entered the steppe* and saw the largest yurt in the Nalati Steppe.
I pulled her into the yurt, just stepped on the red carpet, the yurt sound and music, ten or so Kazakh boys and girls swarmed up to the princess like a cluster of her, around her singing and dancing.
YY was stunned and looked at me blankly. I held her hand, walked through the bushes, walked to the huge dining table, sat down on the floor, took out a piece of moist green Hetian jade, put it on her neck, and said: YY, for this day, I have been preparing for a month, I wish you a happy birthday.
YY had tears in her eyes and hugged me tightly.
On this day, under the unique enthusiasm of the Kazakhs, we sang and danced with them, drank bowls of slightly sour taste of horse milk wine, sang and drank, danced and drank, and finally, together drunk in the felt room.
At night, we stayed in a yurt. Outside, bright moonlight fell on the beautiful prairie, inside, YY lay quietly in my arms. I peeled off her clothes, revealing the body that was even more charming than the moonlight. Seeing her tightly closed thighs trembling in my palms, I still didn’t have the slightest bit of pity. Entering, she reacted instinctively and fiercely, and experienced resistance she hadn’t wanted to have in the first place.
As the bright red blood spilled onto the snow-white sheet, it formed a tiny rose petal that took on a startling splendor. I put the sheet away and put it in the traveling box.
All night long, she died like a kitten, cowering wearily in my arms, her eyes full of tears.
I slept so deeply that day.
Finally, a third foot was planted in her body, which would surely become her most permanent memory.
On the way back, we passed the bridge over the Yining River. In the afterglow of the setting sun, someone on the bridge played the accordion, and guided by the cheerful music, we saw a pair of Uyghur couples, walking on the bridge. A large number of new friends and onlookers gathered at the scene to attend the wedding, speaking words we couldn’t understand, cheering and wishing them well.
YY tightly pulling me, looking out the window of the car looking forward to the bustling scene, happy as if also infected her. She leaned her head on my chest, full of longing, said: brother, we get married, also come to walk the Yining River Bridge, okay?
I stroked her hair and whispered, Good.
She closed her eyes blissfully for just a moment and fell asleep.
Flying back from Xinjiang took half an hour less than going.
Less than two o’clock, we landed at the airport in our city. Grabbing my luggage, I held YY’s hand and headed for the exit. Unintentionally, I spotted a familiar figure in the stream of people picking up the plane, which scared the hell out of me.
I let YY go out and wait for me first, and hurriedly turned back to walk back, planning to hide in the toilet for a while. Before I had time to take the first step, a loud voice already shouted out: brother-in-law, I’ve come to pick you up! Immediately, Xiao Song’s tall figure scurried over, grabbed the gift in my hand as if it was a robbery, took my arm, and walked towards the door.
YY looked at Xiao Song with a face full of surprise, then turned her head and looked at me expectantly. I knew that she wanted to hear me say: I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person.
However, I can only lower my head and cower to avoid her eyes that are full of longing. When I walked out with my face like dirt, my heart was like a knife, and the pain was so great that I could barely stand up, and I did not dare to look back, fearing that if I turned around, I would see her suddenly fainting Xiao Song did not drive here, which made me even more skeptical about his intention to come to pick me up.
After picking up my car in the parking lot (my car was parked at the airport), Song sat in the front and YY was practically limp in the back seat.
Along the way, Song rambled on alone, and he was smart enough to always keep the conversation focused on me, my wife and her belly. I knew that by talking to himself, he was giving YY the basic information about me. His words were like a machete that lynched YY, a bullet that shot through me. I know that I, in all my meanness, am being torn to shreds by mean people using mean tactics to tear YA apart.
YY began to hold back with clenched teeth, slowly, small sobs. She in the rearview mirror of the car, her hands covered her face, trembling, tears gurgling from the cracks of her fingers to roam out …… She tried to suppress her emotions, but let the grief deepest.
I grimaced, itching to kick Song out of the car. Without saying a word, I pressed on the gas as hard as I could and the car practically floated on the road – I needed to get away from this man as soon as possible.
When I dropped YY off at school, she was limp and could barely walk. I tried to assist her, but she pushed me away in disgust. As she slowly blurred in my line of sight step by step, a worry that I would lose her forever grew stronger in my heart. My eyes were moist.
I drove the car out of the school gate and asked Song why. Xiao Song said for revenge. I was silent for a while, and then asked him how he knew my whereabouts, and he sneered and said that he was a police officer, so he would naturally have the means.
I told him to get the fuck out of the car and he walked away without looking back.
I sat motionless in the car, looking away from the walled girls’ dormitory building, smoking one cigarette after another, from the afternoon, into the evening, until the arrival of dawn The next morning, I went to the dormitory to find her. It was not there, and the roommate said that she had not returned all night. I searched all over campus for her, and finally, found her sitting dully on a love seat by the grove. I went over and hugged her, she didn’t move a muscle, just tears brushing down her face.
I was afraid she would do something stupid and stayed with her. At noon, bought a boxed lunch to feed her and she kept her head away. I shoved the rice into her mouth, she looked down and spit it out. Barely fed her a few mouthfuls of mineral water, and the tears came down again, the outflow much larger than the flow off the inlet.
In the evening, she was exhausted and fell asleep in my arms. There was an occasional smile in her sleep. I thought that perhaps she was dreaming of the happy times of the past, and I couldn’t help but feel a little saddened at the thought.
In the early morning, she woke up and cried again. I coaxed her and she gave me a bored look, pushed and hit me with her hands, didn’t huh close to her, didn’t want to listen to me. Since the hospital had something in the morning and had to leave, I told her I was leaving and would see her again in the evening.
She was noncommittal, but when I moved my hand from her shoulder, it was obvious that she trembled, and her longing overflowed, and again bristled with tears.
In the evening, when I got to school again, my classmates said that YY had gone home.
Called my cell phone, turned it off. I’ve sent her countless texts and received no response.
As I was walking back, a call came in from Tan saying he had seen my car and wanted me to stop and say a few words. I pulled over to the side of the road and just turned off the engine when Tam arrived.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xiao Tan side-stepped me by asking about my sister-in-law’s recent situation, revealing that he wanted me to help him make an appointment. My distaste for Xiao Song compelled me to treat his love rival as a comrade-in-arms, even if it was just a tool I used in the past and present to get revenge.
The sky is the limit, and Tan’s presence ignited my hope of banishing Song from my life.
I understand his undying affection for his sister-in-law, and with a long sigh, I said, “If you want to see her, I don’t know if I can help. Recently, there is a police officer surnamed Song who is stalking her. Xiao Tan gritted his teeth and said that he knew that this person had been pursuing his sister-in-law, and that from the past, when they were dating, she often received phone calls from this POLICE, and they even quarreled because of Xiao Song s existence.
I said: you still don’t know, your breakup was also planned by this police officer surnamed Song.
Xiao Tan tugged at me excitedly, urgently asking what was going on. I shook my head, pretending to have something difficult to say.
He was anxious, suddenly kneeling on the ground, said: brother-in-law, you can rest assured that I understand your situation. You tell me what happened, I will never betray you, leak a word, I Tan **, dead without burial.
I hastened to help him up and said, This is a matter of great importance, concerning my sister’s honor, and I should not have told you. But for one thing, I feel unworthy for you. Secondly, since you have already said so, it would be too unrighteous for me to hide it. However, what I said today, I will just take it as if I was babbling into the air and you overheard it from the sidelines. In the future, even if you talk about it to others, I will never recognize it.
Tan swore again, saying that even if he died, he would never mention a word to anyone.
I turned around, turned my back to him, and said to the sky as if I were talking to myself: I have a sister who has always loved a young man surnamed Tan, and they are in love with each other, and their wedding day has been set. However, my sister’s colleague, a police officer surnamed Song, has been pestering her for years. When this police officer heard the news that they were going to get married, he took the opportunity of a business trip to rape her and took photos, threatening his sister that if she didn’t get along with him, she would spread the word. Sister for the sake of reputation, forced to bear the pain, find an excuse and Tan young man broke up, with this police officer.
When I finished speaking, I turned around and saw that the anger that filled me had twisted Tan’s features. He viciously slammed his fist on the car, almost causing it to change shape. He said, No wonder when it came to breaking up, she was adamant but refused to give any reason. After saying that, he turned his head and left.
I was about to celebrate with a cigarette when he ran back and stood in front of me and said loudly, Brother-in-law, I will never let this beast go, I swear.
I patted his shoulder and said nothing as I turned around and got into the car. I stepped on the gas and drove forward slowly while coldly watching his furious body fade away in the rearview mirror For more than a month, I insisted on texting YY every day, and although I didn’t receive a one-word reply, I occasionally flipped through the sent messages, reviewing the journey I had left behind, and in the midst of the frustration of the perplexed, there was also a faint sense of satisfaction.
I also call YY every day, without exception, came the mobile cold female voice: the user has been shut down, please wait and dial again. I cursed fiercely – I think the woman to whom this voice belongs must have been spoiled by countless strange men in her heart.
Time passed day by day, and two months have passed since then, and I haven’t heard anything from YY. I also went to the school to look for a few times, every time, YY’s classmates told me: not in. Every time, their cold and rude attitude crossed over from these two words, like sharp arrows in my chest, conveying their deep disdain and hatred for me.
It took a serious blow to my self-esteem. Usually, I don’t care much if people hate me, call me names, or even beat me. It’s people looking down on me that scares me – and that kills me worse than the lynching. Since then, I haven’t texted or called, and I’m starting to think about letting go.
One weekend I called my wife and told her I’d be home at noon, bring home dirty clothes to wash and take a few clean ones to go. When I got home, I greeted my mother in law and then spoke to my wife. I told her that the hospital had been very busy lately, and that it was better to rest in a rented house, where everything was also convenient. My wife asked me to take care of my health and didn’t say much.
At lunch, the table was full of dishes, originally thought that there were guests coming, but on closer inspection, they were all my favorite food. After a couple of bites, I hid in the study again. Half an hour later, the nanny came in to mop the floor, I casually asked a few questions, only to realize that the meal was specially arranged by his wife.
In the afternoon, I went to pay my cell phone bill. After finishing the formalities, I suddenly remembered that when I went to Xinjiang, YY didn’t bring a phone with her, and she had complained that it was almost in arrears. I pondered for half a day, a thought came up. I immediately dialed her phone, or the sound of the phone is off, and not the tip of arrears and report stop. I was sure of one thing: YY was still paying her cell phone bill after we broke up – YY is a GSM and has a landline bill.
I sat down in the mobile business office and began to scrutinize the thoughts behind what led to this strange move on her part.
First of all, I’m sure of another thing: YY turns off her cell phone all day because she doesn’t want to face me. Then, if she pays her dues, is it also for me?
Since it’s been turned off all day, and no one else has been able to reach YY through this number for the past two months, why doesn’t she give up the number and yet still pay the bill every month? Wouldn’t it be cleaner to report the cell phone offline if she was determined to cut me off? –But she didn’t do that. I’m starting to get a little flustered, I guess that’s because she kept the number in order to read my text messages, because of humiliation, she didn’t want to answer my calls; because of longing, she wanted to read my text messages; by doing so, she could protect herself from facing the contradiction between longing and humiliation.
I’m starting to be sure of the third thing: she misses me.
Deriving this possible conclusion, I was so excited that I almost jumped out of my business office chair.
To confirm my presumption, I rushed out the door, bought a public phone card, and began to call her cell phone without interruption. It was off …… or off …… for what seemed like forever …… I patiently pressed the redial button over and over again – -I knew that if she wanted to read a text message, it would be on at some point in the day.
Finally, after 1:00 a.m., the sound of a cell phone connecting reached me loud and clear.
My hand trembled as I held the microphone – the excitement inside me was like seeing a long-wilted rose suddenly blossom before my eyes.
The phone was on for a long time before YA answered. I knew she was guessing and hesitating.
‘YY……’ I shouted, but didn’t know what to say. On the other end of the phone, she was as quiet as the grave.
After two minutes, she cut the phone off.
I sent her a text message, I miss you.
In the middle of the day, she returned a: uncle, if there is an afterlife, I am willing …… to think of you.
I texted again: yy, I’ll get a divorce, for sure.
This time she replied a little faster: you continue to lie to me.
I texted again: if I lie to you, I won’t see the sun tomorrow.
After half a day, she returned: weather forecast, rain tomorrow.
I thought about it and sent a text message: If the sun comes out tomorrow, it means that God is also taking pity on our love and has changed his mind about the rain. If the sun comes out tomorrow, will you obey God and forgive me?
She replied back with, God will not have mercy on you, it will definitely rain tomorrow.
I texted again, insistently asking: if the sun comes out tomorrow, do you forgive me?
She didn’t return.
Later that night, there was a sudden flash of lightning and thunder and pouring rain. I stood on the balcony of my rented house and stood stupidly all night, and when it was almost dawn, I went back to my house in despair and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day I woke up and it was noon. When I opened my eyes, I saw a ray of sunshine that fell like an angel on my quilt. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
At that time, I really thought that the heavens have eyes, in the darkness in the silent sympathy for my encounter, generous reward to me a new relationship. Later I realized that God is so vicious and merciless, he deliberately created the providence, in fact, in order to play more enjoyable life tragedy.
In the afternoon, I went to the school to find YY.
At meal time, I was blocking the entrance to the cafeteria and I saw her figure from a distance and I walked towards her. When she saw me, she turned and ran. I went up to pull her, she broke away and continued to run in the direction of the dormitory. I quickly ran up, blocked in front of her, a hand into her arms, dead hoop her waist. She waved her fists and pounded for a while, and eventually her whole body was weak, her head was pulled on my shoulder, and she cried convulsively.
In the evening, I forced her to join me for dinner. I made countless promises and she shed endless tears.
That day, by the time I remembered to take her back to school, I couldn’t get in. I got a room at a nearby hotel. It was arranged that each would sleep in his own. In the middle of the night, she got under my covers, held me tightly from behind, and bit my shoulder hard with her teeth. I turned around, stripped her naked, and quickly entered, and the bottom was already a wet and slippery mess …… That morning, when I was paralyzed in her body for the fourth time, she focused her whole body’s energy on her sharp nails, and scratched a deep and long blood mark on my back.
From there, in an effort to make up for some of the deficit, I started taking her around some friends that my wife wasn’t familiar with.
One day, I took YY to the birthday party of a friend surnamed Lin. After three rounds of drinking, Dalin pulled me aside, put his hand on my shoulder, and mysteriously asked me what my relationship with YY was. I frankly told him it was a love relationship. He put his thumb up, exaggeratedly raised a few times, said: you really good, the provincial ** deputy director of the daughter of the department as a lover.
That’s when I found out that the love interest was transferred to the provincial office.
Darrin used to be my patient and has been doing bridge work and is doing well. Usually we are all busy, and the time we get together is actually very little. Since he knew about my relationship with YY, he was obviously flattering to me and walked around a lot more frequently.
One day, Dalin invited me to dinner. During the meal, he said that there was a project, the project is relatively large, the other links he is almost through, but stuck in the Y hall there, soft and hard, I guess there will be trouble when the bidding. He took a sip of wine and asked me if I could help. My heart moved, thought about it, and agreed to try.
When he was leaving, he gave me a handout, gesturing a number with his hand, meaning that it could be done without exceeding this amount. I said: it may take some time, he smiled and said: want to be quick, not in a hurry.
During the night, I thought long and hard. Is a lover still worth retaliating against? What about hurting YY? In the end, I told myself that I was a man, a firm and resolute man, and through the anesthesia of alcohol, I finally convinced myself.
The next morning, I called YY and said I wanted to see her parents. She was taken aback on the phone and asked why. I smiled and said that I would try to get her parents to support her in marrying an ordinary married man.
She scoffed on the phone that I had gone crazy, and said don’t think that just because I can make her crazy, I think I can make the world crazy. Up until the time she hung up, she thought I was just kidding.
Dinner with YA after work.
I again said I wanted to meet her parents. She refused without hesitation. I told her not to meet in the traditional form and that I would win her parents over by being a stranger.
A little curious, she asked, What strange identity?
I said: piano lesson teacher.
YY opened his mouth wide for half a day.
I helped her with her food and told her the plan. I told her to go home and tell her parents that she wanted to learn the piano, so that she would naturally hire a piano teacher. I, on the other hand, happen to be an amateur at playing the piano, and will have absolutely no problem tutoring her and fooling some laymen.
In this way, I could logically enter her home, gradually build up my glorious image as a professional wah-too and an amateur piano prince in the minds of her parents, and wait until the water was right to make our relationship public, which would also make it easier for them to accept.
By the time I finished telling my plan, YA laughed happily and even began to admire my intelligence and romance.
Before I got YA to start the program, I spent some energy dealing with the details. First, I hung around YY’s neighborhood for two days. I pretended to run into my lover by chance a few times, and when he saw me, he didn’t have any disturbed or dismayed reaction or expression, which made me sure that he didn’t know me, and that his wife hadn’t shown him a photo. Secondly, I got some fake professional papers and IDs. After all, I play the piano as a hobby and have no certificates.
One small hassle here was explaining my name change to YA. I told her that this is also my real name, the name I took from my mother when I was a child. In the past two years, I took my father’s last name, Tang, and changed my name because I thought my old name didn’t sound good. It just so happens that I lost my ID card, but my previous ID card is still there, so I used my previous name. She was skeptical and a bit dissatisfied, but she didn’t take it very seriously, and after a couple of yells, she did what I wanted her to do.
During this time, YY approached her mother about her desire to learn piano. During the interviews, she used various excuses to reject several music teachers her father had found. Finally, YY lied to her mother that a classmate had recommended her piano teacher, and since she couldn’t find a suitable one now, she might as well call this teacher over to take a look.
YY’s mother agreed.
Finally, one weekend night, under the alias of Lin**, I stepped into my lover’s house with a step towards victory and trepidation.
The lover’s home is elegantly furnished. When I first entered the house, it gave my muddy mind a feeling of having the dust suddenly wiped off.
YY and her mother were waiting for me in the living room, the lover was not at home.
Before the trip, YY had told me that her mother was a cold and mean person (even more so than some of the women upstairs), and was not easy to get along with. Her mother is cold and mean (much more so than some of the women upstairs), and she is not easy to get along with, and often has guests who don’t speak well enough and are expelled on the spot.YY said that because of her poor relationship with her father, her mother also strongly rejects men. These words made me have a lot of psychological pressure on this meeting.
In fact, YY’s mother has a good name, Lan Yu. At first glance, it doesn’t look as cold as YY said – although age destroys people, her eyebrows have been gradually showing traces of frost, but still can’t hide the vague between the elegant charm.
I mentally cursed my lover’s voluptuousness.
After a few minutes, though, I began to experience the misfortunes of a lover.
As soon as I sat down, this woman scrutinized my resume like a criminal. Every now and then she looked up, first scanning me once with a gaze full of distrust, and then, coldly and in a condescending tone, asking snarky questions.
In the end, when she closed her eyes and lay on her **, like a mummy after listening to one of my performances, she waved her hand, didn’t even open her eyes, and coldly said: you don’t fit in my family’s YY, you, can go.
My proud pride was pulverized by her and I was too sad to say a word. I didn’t even bother to clean up the forgeries and walked out of the living room.
As I was about to step out of the door and quickly disappear, I could still hear her mocking voice at my back: have you really taken piano lessons? Then came a burst of her disdainful laughter.
Hearing this, my anger surpassed reason and hatred. I returned to the living room and pointed to a painting on the wall and said, shouting at her: Granny, can you really read this painting? Is hanging a most inferior forgery of Hai Rui to show your most inferior appreciation? After saying that, I ripped off the painting and threw it on the ground, and stepped on it twice fiercely.
YY’s face went white with fear. She wearily cowered in the corner of the ** and secretly shook her hand at me, signaling me to hurry up and leave.
Instead, her mother gave a soft, oh-so-soft cry, and a flicker of life flickered in her tomb-like eyes.
She coughed, sat up straight, and said slowly: It was hung by YY’s father, and was originally known to be a fake. I’ve always been against scribbling this crap on the walls, but her father insisted on doing it in order to show his heart to the bureaucrats who come and go. All the guests at the house complimented it with a clear conscience, saying it was genuine. You’re the only one, who’s still honest. You tore it up. It was a bit reckless, but I’m glad in my heart.
I stood still as if I were dumbfounded. In my heart, I thought, the mind of a complaining woman is really elusive, when you want to pat her on the back, she will give you a horse’s leg, when you want to give her a slap, she returns you a hug instead.
She waved me over to the couch. Asked me some questions about artifact appreciation.
What goes around comes around. The cycles of the world are so marvelous.
Our conversation quickly stretched out from the word painting. As the exchange deepened, I was more and more surprised to find that, through her heavy armor, the mother of YY’s deputy division, like some outcast teenage girls attached to elegance and some pretentious extermination masters, revered classical literature.
She loved the seven rhymes and made a point of finding a few recent creations from her study for me to enjoy. I also gritted my teeth and recited the old poems that I used to woo the schoolgirl back then, but had long been used by her as toilet paper. After a long time, YY’s mother couldn’t smell the toilet and clapped her hands frequently, praising the rhyme and the mood. There was a little more expectation in her eyes for me.
The matter of the piano teacher was also resolved – perhaps in a woman’s mind, right and wrong are always left to be judged by her emotions. Although I achieved my goal, it was very different from the planned steps, which made me look down on myself a little bit.
The next day, YY called and said that after I left last night, my mother was excited for a long time, saying that I was funny and calling her mother-in-law.
YY, let me sing you an old love song:
You are my heart, you are my liver, you are my stomach, you are my lungs, you are the red rose of my heart.
In the evening, accompanied YY to watch a movie, is a love tragedy. After the movie, she cried so much that she couldn’t distinguish between snot and tears, and stood on the passageway in front of the screening room, put her little head against my chest, rubbed all over me, and she wasn’t allowed to wipe it off.
I told her the movie was all fake and said that’s not good, people think I’m bullying you. She cried harder and said you just bullied me. I was silent and gently stroked her back with one hand and walked out with one hand around her waist.
It was only when she reached the street and saw the lights on both sides that she seemed to take a break from the movie.
We held hands and walked to the square. The square was bustling with activity, a group of old ladies dancing in the open space and some children roller skating. She pulled me out into the square and sat me down on a flower bed, instructing me not to move. Then she stood aside and stopped a student-looking passerby.
YY handed him his cell phone and said something to him.
After saying that, she ran over and sat on my lap. I laughed and said What are you doing, seducing a handsome man in front of the uncle, do you want the uncle to live? She also ignored, cupped my cheeks with both hands and kissed me hard.
Her deep love touched me through burning lips. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, longing to overlap. I nibbled on her bottom lip and responded with equal vehemence …… It was as if the world solidified into love in that moment. We reveled in each other’s scent for a long time, unwilling to part. In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, my eyes only see her; in the hustle and bustle of the square, her heart only me. Both of us were sure of it.
When the student smiled and handed her cell phone back, YY said, with a shy face, thank you.
YY flipped through her cell phone and set the photo as a screen saver and caller ID screen. When it was done, she jumped for joy and pestered me to call her dozens of times.
On my way to drop her off at her dorm, I pretended to ask her, unintentionally, I said, What would you do if I hurt you one day?
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it.YY quickly let go of my hand and fell silent, bowing her head and quickly walking forward. Only after walking to the dormitory floor did she say, I will never hurt you.
When she finished, she ran up the stairs.
He went to YY’s house more often and got acquainted with Lan Yu.
At first, I called her Lan, she didn’t like it, she laughed and said that it was better to call her a mother-in-law, I said that where in the world there is such a beautiful and beautiful mother-in-law, it is better to call her Sister Lan. She rebuked me for being frivolous, and a light smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
I usually go to YA’s house between the hours of 6pm and 10pm, but have only run into the love interest once, and he’s rarely home.
I used to feel humiliated by my wife’s taste when I saw my lover in photos once upon a time. Although a man’s looks have not been the key to attracting women from ancient times to the present day, I still wondered how the unbelievably ugly lover-husband could make my wife become aesthetically fatigued with me. Was it simply because of that heavy official hat?
The lover was short, slim, with protruding eyes, but a large stomach that, from a distance, looked like a toad in the midst of a famine.
When I ran into my lover, he was walking out the door, talking on the phone all the while. When he saw me, he nodded and went out the door without even slowing his pace a little.
The first encounter with my lover ended in a state where he was oblivious to me.
This plot has been very depressing to me, when I first found out that my wife cheated on me, I fantasized that the scene of the showdown with my lover was on the top of Mount Hua, a master of the Dragon Slayer knife, a handheld leaning on the heavenly sword, each with the best martial arts, fighting the sky and the earth …… although the victory or defeat is difficult to predict, but also the vastness of the long life.
However, the reality is helpless, helpless like a dream turned into a phoenix, just woke up and was used as a hen of the next drink.
Luckily, the relationship with Lan Yu is going well, so I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I take it down.
I think I’ll come in wearing a light green hat and go out wearing a dark red hat On the 7th, my wife’s aunt passed away. Her aunt was a businessman who had a stake in a local FAW Volkswagen 4S store.
Early in the morning, my wife called me to make plans to go to the memorial service together in the evening.
In the evening, I went home to pick up my wife. Driving to Lin Cheng, to her aunt’s house, the compound has been parked full of cars, the hearth is crowded with friends and relatives.
When I walked into the funeral hall, I saw my sister-in-law at once; she was turning her back to us and was organizing the elegiac couplets with her cousin. I told my wife that her sister had already come and was busy over there. When I looked over again, my sister-in-law happened to turn around to clean up the paper, and my wife’s view was blocked by her cousin’s tall body.
I looked around for a long time, but I didn’t look for any sign of Xiao Song. By this time, my sister-in-law had seen us, she came over and took my wife’s hand to talk, without greeting me.
From their conversation, I judged that the sisters hadn’t been in contact for a long time. I lit a cigarette and walked out of the spiritual hall, continuing to look around for Xiao Song, and after determining that he had not come, I returned to the spiritual hall. I stood beside my wife and quietly listened to their conversation, knowing that she would definitely ask about Xiao Song.
Sure enough, the wife asked: Why didn’t Song come.
My sister-in-law was silent. I sensed a slight swipe of her eye toward me before I heard her say, He’s getting ready for the wedding.
My wife was surprised and asked, “You’re getting married? Why haven’t I heard you guys talk about it?
My sister-in-law said: before deciding.
On the way home, my wife couldn’t suppress her excitement and said a lot of things to herself. She was full of praise for Xiao Song, saying that Xiao Song had been chasing his sister for so many years and had a bumpy road, but fortunately the heavens were kind enough to let the lovers get married.
I didn’t bother with her and drove silently, my heart filled with suspicion. Because at the mention of marriage, the expression in my sister-in-law’s eyes was even more miserable than that of her cousin who had just lost his dad.
A week later, I received their wedding invitation.
The invitations were sent to the hospital by special delivery and the date was set for the 18th of the following month.
Lunch time, I flashed over a question: since the 14th of next month before the wedding, that day, at the funeral wife asked why Song did not arrive, why sister-in-law lied that he was preparing for the wedding?
Back in the office, I called my sister-in-law and told her that I had received the invitation, and said something condescending like wishing them a hundred years of good luck. She was on the other end of the phone, as if she was listening to me talking about someone else’s business, and she even laughed a few times from time to time. I feel more and more strange, asked her if something happened, do you need my help. She said quietly: then you come over at night, I will take you to see someone.
In the evening, I went to pick up my sister-in-law.
She wore civilian clothes and a little powder, but she looked cold and gave me directions like a traffic cop, refusing to say a word about anything else.
The car under her guidance parked in the parking lot of the city’s third hospital, sister-in-law led me into the inpatient area of the Department of Dermatology. Push open the door of the 509th ward, I suddenly saw, Xiao Song lower body wrapped in bandages, lying on the hospital bed.
When I walked in, Song was unresponsive and I wasn’t sure if he was in a coma or sleeping. I stood by the hospital bed and looked at it, and basically decided that it was a chemical burn to the genitals based on the position of the bandage and the medication used for the infusion.
Surprised, I turned my head to look for my sister-in-law, who was looking at me coldly.
I asked her what was going on and she asked back don’t you know. I remembered Xiao Tan and asked again: Is it Xiao Tan? She nodded and said calmly: Xiao Tan threw acid on his lower body. I pressed Xiao Tan where, she did not answer, but turned away, shed tears. After a while, before saying: brother-in-law, is it really you?
I shuddered, my hands and feet a bit overwhelmed. I walked past her and tried to push open the door to the sick bay and rush out the door. As soon as she would pull me back, she silently tugged me through the corridor and down the elevator to the garden below the hospital wing.
‘Xiao Tan assaulted a police officer, it’s a felony, he’s already in the detention center.’ My sister-in-law stood next to me and said as if to air.
‘Oh,’ I said.
‘I went to see him and he told me what you said.’ She continued.
‘Oh.’
‘Actually, I’ve never been good with Song, I lied that day when I brought him to the hahaha birthday party and introduced him as my boyfriend.’ She added.
I was a little surprised and didn’t hum.
‘He’s always liked me, for years.’ Sister-in-law added.
‘We all know.’
‘You won’t get away with abetting if you interrogate Tan.’ Sister-in-law said.
‘Eh,’ I facepalmed.
My sister-in-law turned to look at me, her eyes brimming with tears as she blurted out, “The only way to save you is to save Xiao Tan. The only way to keep Xiao Tan is for Xiao Song not to press charges and say it was a miscarriage of justice. ‘ Her tears streamed down her face, and the air froze as if with grief. It was a while before I heard her say again, ‘Xiao Song agreed on the condition that he would marry me.’
Hearing her talk about it excited me. I grabbed her arm as hard as I could and shook it. I called her stupid and a dumbass. I told her out loud that it wasn’t worth it to do this for a bad guy like me, and I said I would never let you marry that loser, not even in death.
She wiped her tears, smiled, and said, ”The day before yesterday we had already registered, carrying a stretcher to go, because Xiao Song is not assured that there is a limit to the amount of time to be locked up in the detention center, and when we can’t wait for the wedding, Xiao Tan will be released. ‘ After a pause, she added: ”In any case, to hear you say so, my heart is very happy.”
After a while, she raised her head and looked at the starry sky with tearful eyes and said sadly, You are very bad, but I love you.
I threw my arms around her and burst into tears.
There was a time when I felt my heart ache when I thought of my sister-in-law and felt that I was not a man. The heaviness of knowing that a woman sacrificed her happiness for your freedom is so heavy that it takes your breath away.
Every time I hugged YY, I was flooded with deep guilt for my sister-in-law. And the lustful impulses made me judge myself even more as a selfish and greedy nasty little man.
For a while, I deliberately distanced myself from YY, I excused myself from night shifts, surgeries, meetings, and refused her dates over and over again. Deep in my heart, I longed to respond to my sister-in-law’s painful life with lonely fidelity. Unfortunately, I still can’t do it, I can’t hold on to it, because every cry of YY will tear my heart, every tear of YY will drown my soul. This is a pair of contradictions between reason and emotion.
I once approached my sister-in-law, hoping that she would break up with Song and be with me. She said it was all too late, brother-in-law, in your next life. In fact, I know that my wife, Xiao Song, and even YY, are all insurmountable obstacles in our heart and reality, which are all entangled with love. There is no right or wrong, only first come first served.
Only hatred can make me forget everything. As my wife stroked her increasingly protruding belly more and more affectionately, the flames of hatred began to burn. I love YY, I love my sister-in-law, I even love my wife. But what I love most is myself, my broken pride is destined to be glued with the blood of their wounds, either I continue to be broken, or the people I love are broken, I chose the latter, this is a tragedy.
Too sorry for everyone’s ethics, finally, I launched the first wave of my attack on Lan Yu.
Before taking formal action, according to the usual practice, I began to collect information on the target of attack. After countless sound bites and side conversations, from YY and Lan Yu herself, I basically grasped Lan Yu’s emotional experience and character traits.
Lan Yu, a scholarly family, has a certain talent, in a bureau as deputy director of finance, belong to the idle position. When she was young, she was beautiful and lonely, and she thought highly of herself, lining up to pursue an endless stream of people. At first, the lover’s name in the team of suitors far in the Pacific Ocean, belonging to the role of just waiting to be drowned. Later, I do not know what means, he inserted the queue to the front row, day by day favored.
Two years later, the lover put his best foot forward and finally peeled off her garnet.
Married the same year, gave birth to YY. married the same year to give birth to a son, although also usual, but the time of production, the lover and Lan Yu’s age are very small, which is more or less a little strange. I presume that the lover to play tricks to force marriage: in the pre-marriage bully, let Lan Yu unmarried pregnant, and then with a son to force marriage.
With the loss of years, the lover’s power tends to be heavier and heavier, the temptation is multiplied. Lan Yu and his relationship from passion to calm, and from calm to tension, the last two years, the lover repeatedly proposed divorce, Lan Yu did not agree. So, the lover began to go out early and late, or early out not return, basically belong to the name of husband and wife, but not the reality of husband and wife.
One can imagine how much of a mental gap Lan Yu would have from being a proud princess to being a feckless outcast. This should also be the main reason why she rejects men and is cold and mean.
Fortunately, Lan Yu was not repulsed by me, and even made me feel as if she liked to talk and be close to me. I guess it’s still the same thing: the tougher the armor, the softer the body underneath, just like a turtle’s shell.
Lan Yu and I, we are both turtles, the difference between us is: under her shell, maybe a soft body, while under my shell, a cold heart.
Within this information, the item about the lover filing for divorce several times in the last two years surprised me.
First of all, this means that the wife has been cheating on me with her lover for at least two years. And our marriage is less than four years old. My wife’s depths terrify me.
Secondly, I had thought that a lover would not do a single damaging thing for his wife, certainly not divorce. It seems I was still too subjective and ignored the power of love.
This both strengthens my resolve to take revenge and urges me to speed up the pace of my revenge. I need to settle this matter before my lover succeeds in getting a divorce. Otherwise, when the lover divorces, the wife will inevitably file for divorce as well. In this way, the cuckolded me will still be abandoned, which is equivalent to putting another green plume on my cuckold, indicating that in the green world, I still have a title.
On the 27th, I got a message from YY that Lan Yu was going to Hainan for a meeting next week, staying for four days.
I carefully inquired about the location of the meeting and it was at the **Hotel**.
The day before Lan Yu moved, I arrived in Hainan ahead of schedule and stayed in that hotel. The hotel is by the sea, push open the window can see the sun umbrellas on the beach, but also can smell the salty smell in the air.
[End]