Three people crowded together -- 4 (repost)

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4. The probing in the circle of friends, "

My heart yearns for the bright moon, but the bright moon mostly shines on the gutter..." Fang Lin leaned her head on Zhang Yizhang's shoulder, feigning happiness as they looked at the full moon in the sky. She was untouched by clouds, aloof and cold.

People's hearts are hidden behind their skin; with so many layers of flesh and fabric covering them, what they saw was probably only a hazy, unfathomable, perfect harmony.

"Let's have a glass of red wine," Fang Lin suddenly said.

"Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, huh?" Zhang Yizhang agreed.

"Or perhaps we're just... or maybe we're just facing our own shadows?" Fang Lin brought over two glasses of red wine, responding to Zhang Yizhang's question. For some reason, the bright moon in her heart directly became a metaphor for that woman... She reflected them from afar, watching their joys and sorrows with detachment, casting their shadows realistically on the ground... bright, yet somewhat chilling.

“With the two of us, plus our shadows, and the moon, we'll have five people, won't we?” Fang Lin said, increasingly feeling that the line of poetry, originally expressing loneliness, now felt suffocating and crowded.

He seemed not to hear her, taking the wine and asking, “Did Xiao Lin and his wife bring this back from Australia last time?”

“Yes, the last bottle… Wait, let’s clink glasses and take a picture with the moon.” Fang Lin suddenly had an idea.

She took out her phone, directed Zhang Yizhang to pose, and took a picture of them drinking from the same cup: a hazy full moon in the background, the dark red wine in the glass, the dim light, the moon's hazy glow, the long, slender fingers, and the bright, clear ring on Zhang Yizhang's ring finger—the romantic atmosphere was palpable.

“Come on, after we finish our drinks, I’ll send you the photo, and you and I can post the same thing on our WeChat Moments at the same time. A little ritual to satisfy you.” Fang Lin gently touched Zhang Yizhang’s glass, a hint of coquettishness in her voice. But this tenderness seemed borrowed, fleeting.

"Just post it, why drag me into it?"

"If I'm the only one posting, what if people think I'm spending Mid-Autumn Festival with some random guy? They might even think you're being cheated on!"

"What nonsense... Don't they know what my wife is like? Besides, if you had a mistress or something, would you be so blatant?"

"Ugh, why so much nonsense? Just post it, or you'll be guilty... Don't you want so-and-so to see?"

"What so-and-so?"

"It's so-and-so!"

"No so-and-so."

"If there isn't one, then post it! Show off your love and romance, all our friends, especially their wives, will be green with envy... For my sake, you have to post it!" Fang Lin's tone left no room for argument.

"Okay, post it, post it... annoying."

"I'm going to get your phone!"

With that, Fang Lin dashed back to the bedroom like a whirlwind... His phone screen was black, no more messages.

"You have an unread message." Pretending casually, Fang Lin handed his phone to Zhang Yizhang.

He then picked up his own phone and sent him the picture from earlier.

“Oh, just spam from a cleanup site.” Zhang Yizhang casually flipped through his phone.

Fang Lin felt uneasy; the more he hid it, the more suspicious it seemed.

“I posted it. Can you see it on your WeChat?” Zhang Yizhang asked.

“Yes, I posted it too. It already got two likes, practically instant likes.” Fang Lin noticed that one of the likes was from a “black cab driver.” She also checked his Moments… unsurprisingly, the taciturn man’s WeChat Moments was deserted, except for three distinct solar terms: Spring Equinox, Summer Solstice, and Autumn Begins, each accompanied by a cheerful online picture.

“Satisfied? If you’re satisfied, go wash up and go to bed… I’m going to take a shower.” Zhang Yizhang said, grabbing his phone and heading straight to the bathroom.

Taking his phone to the shower?

Fang Lin felt a sudden surge of nervousness.

She could practically guess what he was up to… He was probably rushing to reply to YaYa or YY's messages, casually saying, "Ah, I wasn't checking my phone," never revealing that he was at home and couldn't chat—that would damage his manly image. Then he'd probably talk about his moon-gazing mood… something like, "It's getting chilly outside, don't forget your coat while watching the moon." If asked about the photos on his WeChat Moments, he'd probably say: "Women love all that pretentious stuff

. We're an old married couple, watching the moon and drinking red wine, it's just for show, posting on Moments, embellishing our dull lives, where's the romance…" Ha, men, they're definitely smooth talkers. When he faces another woman who could be considered prey, he'll use all sorts of subtle declarations of love and flattery, definitely.

Thinking about this, Fang Lin irritably continued scrolling through Moments. She saw several mutual friends commenting on Zhang Yizhang's post—some were envious, some said they were jealous, and one person even replied: "Such synchronized Moments posts, there's more to it than meets the eye?" Fang Lin thought for a moment. It must be Xiao Lin, introduced by Zhang Yizhang to buy tea as a gift via WeChat. He was quite generous then, and later delivered wine directly to her home. Zhang Yizhang wasn't home then; Xiao Lin said his wife, Tian Yuanyuan, had sprained her ankle and was in the car, so he didn't want to bother her. He put down the wine, exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and left. There was no further contact after that.

Sure enough, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Some people can always see right through you.

Her in-laws had already gone into the room, and the TV in the living room was off. Fang Lin put on a coat and went to the balcony.

Life is like a beautiful cheongsam, crawling with lice… marriage is the same; that kind of itch, unseen, throbbing here and there, scratching is useless. Fang Lin looked up at the moon, stroking her neck and increasingly defined collarbone with her right hand… a few wrinkles on her neck, and she looked thinner. Was she getting old? Or not plump enough? The feeling of a full moon is wonderful, flawless and lustrous, like the vibrant life of spring, where water seems to flow from a fingertip. Has Zhang Yizhang encountered a woman like the full moon?

The Mid-Autumn Moon, overflowing with a cool, clear light, uses its own perfection to highlight all the imperfections of the world; that's why it stands so high above, its light so cold and sharp… Fang Lin tightened her clothes, thinking: I still need to confirm this. This can't remain unresolved; otherwise, I won't be able to do anything… After confirming, I'll ask Zhang Yizhang directly, see how he explains himself, how he decides. Ambiguity is unacceptable. The next step after ambiguity is infidelity and sleeping together; no one is willing to stop at ambiguity. Perhaps they've already slept together?

Fang Lin's heart ached. She moved her right hand from her neck down to her chest, pressing down hard, then took a deep breath.

It's been discovered, it's been resolved, that's good. Stop it in its bud, even if it's stopped when it's fully grown, it needs to be brought to a close… for the sake of this complete family under the Mid-Autumn Moon.

Fang Lin returned to the bedroom; Zhang Yizhang hadn't finished showering yet… the back-and-forth texting had probably taken some time. She lay down on the bed, uninterested in reading, picked up her phone, and scrolled through her WeChat Moments.

Social media apps like WeChat made it far too easy for restless men and women to let their minds or bodies stray. In the past, before cell phones, infidelity likely relied on chance encounters on the street or office romances… the choices were far too narrow, the chances of meeting someone compatible were slim, and everyone was forced to live their lives dutifully, without any lofty ideals or distant dreams. But now, if she casually exchanged a few words with… Xiao Lin, or even that unlicensed taxi driver, it could be a spark, a spark of desire.

Temptation was too easy.

Too easy to be disdainful. Fang Lin believed that relationships shouldn't begin with the vulnerability of loneliness and emptiness, but rather with a moment of resonance of the soul. So, had Zhang Yizhang and Ya Ya or YY resonated with each other? In spirit? Or in physical desire?

Zhang Yizhang came out, tossed his phone on the bedside table, changed into his pajamas, and went to the kitchen for a drink of water.

Fang Lin stared at Zhang Yizhang's phone, feeling as if it were a deep well or a black hole, with a strange, powerful pull that drew her in, making her want to fall in, and fall further. No, she had to check something! Now! Immediately!

"What's your phone password? Let me check Xiaolin's WeChat account. I think I accidentally deleted him. Someone added me, and I think it's him, but I can't ask directly, I'm afraid it'll be impolite." Fang Lin picked up Zhang Yizhang's phone and asked casually.

"Oh, my license plate number," Zhang Yizhang said calmly, probably because he had already dealt with the information that she shouldn't see. Fang Lin felt a little downcast.

"Okay, let me see." Fang Lin directly clicked on Zhang Yizhang's Moments...

Sure enough!

His picture of drinking from the same cup was only partially visible; the person he couldn't see was, without a doubt, that Yaya, not YY, but Yaya.

She clicked on Yaya's profile, and her Moments were also invisible! The chat history was also cleared!

"Was it Xiaolin who added you?" Zhang Yizhang's footsteps grew closer.

Fang Lin returned to the WeChat homepage, put down her phone, and said, "Yes, it felt like it, and it was."

Interesting. She was just pondering how easy it was to betray someone, and she'd already made up a story about Xiaolin... She couldn't help but admire herself for how smoothly she told the lie.

"What's your impression of Xiaolin? He's almost 10 years younger than us."

"Ah, I don't really remember him... Have you met them? Xiaolin and his wife?"

"Yes, they came to my company area once and had lunch together. They seemed like a well-matched couple."

"Oh... It's getting late, go to sleep." Fang Lin thought it best to wait until her in-laws went home before asking about this. She was afraid that if the result was more serious than she imagined, she wouldn't be able to control her temper.

"Hmm, I saw you bought lubricant... Haha, but my parents are here today, so let's not bother with that." Zhang Yizhang threw back the covers and crawled in.

"Don't overthink it, I just bought it on a whim."

Fang Lin turned off the lamp, thinking to himself: You probably just don't want to touch me tonight... Maybe you were video chatting and masturbating with that girl in the bathroom, and your lust has died down... Damn man!

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