Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 20)

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Chapter 20 A Distant View
The morning sun brought warmth, and with my beloved by my side, the beautiful morning was filled with an air of happiness.
Because we were going out, I didn't sleep in; I got up early to take care of the child and make breakfast. My father had gotten up even earlier, already back from his walk, having bought soy milk and fried dough sticks, which made things even easier.
We each prepared our things for the trip. My father changed into the clothes he bought yesterday, and I just grabbed a tracksuit.
My wife, the only woman in the family, always dressed so elaborately for going out; I have to say, women really do have a lot of trouble going out. My father and I waited in the living room with the child for a long time before my wife
finally came out. Although I was a little anxious waiting, seeing her made it all worthwhile. My wife wore a white tight-fitting tank top, paired with a black and white patterned jacket, blue denim shorts, and silver flat shoes. Her curves were striking; the tight tank top accentuated her figure, and the shorts were incredibly short, almost reaching her upper thighs, revealing her long, beautiful legs. Even though we've been married for a long time, seeing my wife's sexy outfit still made my throat dry, and I almost had a nosebleed. Her fair skin, combined with her radiant smile, gave this sexy outfit a healthy, youthful beauty.
Admiring my wife's beauty, I forgot what to say. My wife said, "Stop looking, let's go." Only then did I realize I was stunned. Turning around to pick up the baby, I noticed my father was looking down at the child, seemingly oblivious to anything. Had he seen it? But anyway, it was a whole day; my wife's beauty was definitely visible to her father. I couldn't think too much about it. My father took the baby, and I carried the things, and we left.
We took the baby to my in-laws' house. My father didn't come up. My wife left the milk she had expressed that morning and the baby's food, telling her parents we were going out for a walk and would be back in the evening. She said the baby would just have some food and formula for lunch. Lili had already spoken to her parents last night, so we didn't say much. We kissed the baby and hurriedly left home.
My father sat in the back seat, I drove, and my wife sat in the passenger seat as we headed towards our destination: a mountain in the suburbs. It wasn't too hot there, and not many people, just residents from the surrounding city who occasionally came for family outings. My wife and I had been there before, but we hadn't explored everything; we'd only driven to the top, looked at the scenery, and left quickly. This time, we did some research online and learned that although the mountain wasn't high, it had jungles, canyons, streams, and more. I
discussed it with my father, suggesting we hike up—a bit steep, but with lots of beautiful scenery—while driving would only allow us to see the mountain views. My father was adamant: hiking was the real exercise, the way to appreciate the scenery. Driving directly to the destination would mean missing out on the scenery along the way.
My wife and I agreed, so the three of us left the car, packed a backpack with food and drinks, and set off. We
started our ascent, chatting and laughing. Because the mountain wasn't high, the path felt relatively flat. I carried the backpack and walked in front, my wife in the middle, and my father behind. It had been a long time since I'd gone out with my father. It reminded me of when I was little, his hands holding mine as we hiked. His hands were large and calloused, yet they gave me a profound sense of security. I couldn't help but look back at him. Though over fifty, he wasn't hunched over; he was still strong and healthy, without a single gray hair. While he didn't look young, he possessed a undeniable masculine charm. My wife wore a slight smile, seemingly lost in thought, yet also seemingly oblivious to everything. Her breasts swayed with the undulations of the mountain path, her movements graceful and healthy.
Seeing me looking at her, my wife asked, "What are you looking at?" I replied, "Looking at a beautiful woman." She said, "You see her every day, haven't you had enough?" I said, "How can I ever get enough of such a beautiful wife?" My father, listening to our conversation, smiled.
I saw my father smiling and said to him, "Dad, isn't Li Li pretty? She looks even more youthful and beautiful in this outfit, doesn't she? Your son has good taste, right? Choosing this beauty as your wife." Although I didn't often joke with my father before, I would occasionally tease him. This was just a joke, and my father should have just smiled. His smile seemed to pause for a moment, then he smiled again, but it looked a little unnatural. I thought of what had happened recently: my wife's graceful figure, her naked body, my father's gaze. My question now naturally reminded him of those scenes, hence the unnatural smile. My wife, hearing my question, also looked embarrassed; I glanced at her, and she seemed to be blushing.
Thinking about all this, my mind was a little agitated, so I continued walking. There weren't many other pedestrians around; after all, this scenic spot wasn't large and wasn't popular, so there weren't many people. But there were a few couples, mostly holding hands, chatting and laughing. I wanted to take my wife's hand, but then I thought, "Where's my father?" It would be even more awkward for him to be alone, and it wasn't realistic for all three of them to be holding hands. It would be strange for me to be in the middle, with two grown men holding hands, even if they were father and son. Putting my wife in the middle was also unlikely, since they'd never held hands so openly before.
So I gave up on that idea, but then, as fate would have it, the road ahead suddenly narrowed, like a sliver of sky, and this sliver was quite low, requiring most people to bend over. I bent down to pass through, and because it was shorter, it was relatively bright inside. When Li Li came over, her father followed closely behind, and I saw Li Li's buttocks sticking out. Although she was wearing denim shorts, they were very short, perfectly showing off her beautiful buttocks. And her father was looking so closely, just like that time in the rain, but this time was different from that time in the rain or that time on the playmat at home. The previous times, her father had only looked from a distance; this time, he was also bending over, almost lying behind his wife's buttocks, staring at them.
After coming out, her father didn't look at me or Li Li, but looked to the side. It seems he hasn't forgotten the past.
After passing this narrow passage, there was a large, steep rock ahead that we had to climb. I thought for a moment, then quickly climbed up so my father and Lili could follow. I would pull them up. Of course, Lili had to go first; men should be chivalrous in this situation.
Lili reached up, and I reached down. I could have reached down again, but I didn't. I said, "Dad, push Lili down; she can't reach." Lili looked at me, knowing what I was thinking, glared at me, and then didn't dare turn around. My father seemed a little flustered, but people were coming from behind, so he had no choice but to support Lili's waist and lift her up. I just happened to be holding Lili's hand, not using much force. Lili wanted to pull me harder so she could get up, but women are generally weaker, and I only used a little force. My father felt that Lili wasn't moving up but was stuck there, stuck in the middle, so he could only grit his teeth and continue pushing, but at this point, he couldn't get any strength into her waist. I continued, "Dad, push a little harder. I can't push hard with my bag on my back," so my father's hand could only push against Li Li's buttocks. Because she was wearing hot pants, her legs were bare, and her thighs were exposed. My father couldn't touch her, so he could only push against her buttocks, which were covered by clothing. When my father's hand touched my wife's buttocks, Li Li's face turned bright red, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes. My father's face, which had been turned upwards, lowered its head at this moment. After all, he was actually pushing against his daughter-in-law's buttocks, and even if he had nothing to hide, it was still very awkward. At this moment, I found it quite funny, looking at the shy expressions of my wife and father, I found it quite amusing.
Actually, in daily life, physical contact is inevitable among family members living together. In situations like this, it's just normal physical contact, but because of their desires, it seems abnormal.
After climbing the stone steps, the path ahead became easier, mostly a tree-lined trail. At first, they were silent, but I initiated a conversation, showing them the scenery, taking pictures of Lili, her father, and then her father taking pictures of us. Gradually, they returned to their cheerful state. I then wanted to take pictures of Lili and her father together, which her father initially resisted. But I said, "Why are you taking pictures with the whole family? You're so young and beautiful, aren't you embarrassed?" Her father said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I said, "Fine, let's take pictures then." Lili glared at me—she's been glaring at me much more often lately. Then, she stood next to her father, a little far away. I said, "Can you two get closer? Are you trying to steal the spotlight?" The implication was that strangers all wanted to take pictures in the same spot. Lili pouted, then bit her lip, as if making a huge decision. She took her father's arm, leaning against him like a little bird, though not resting her head on his shoulder. But she did lean her body against him on one side. My father was taken aback at first, but to avoid embarrassment, he didn't resist. I quickly took a picture. I wanted to say, "Look how nice this is, how much like an older man and a younger woman," but then I thought that if I said that, they would never take another picture. So I said, "Look, this is more like a father and daughter." This explanation gave them a big way out, and they just smiled. Lili said she wanted to see it. I showed it to her and my father. Lili said, "I took a good picture."
Then, when they were at other scenic spots, they weren't so awkward taking pictures together, and they got closer and closer. Lili started to pull her father's arm closer to her chest. This way, her father's arm was definitely pressed against one of Lili's breasts, and he could definitely feel its warmth and softness. I don't know if it was because they were hot from walking or because they were shy, but their faces would turn red and then not red.
Later, after taking a few more pictures, their faces didn't change; they just had natural smiles, and they really did look more and more like a father and daughter or lovers. And they took more pictures together than Lili and I did.
Happy times fly by, and before we even felt particularly tired, we had reached the summit.
The view from the top was breathtaking.
Most people, upon reaching the top, would open their arms wide, facing the towering mountains, and take a deep breath. But when Li Li did this, she closed her eyes. Her father, however, watched her intently, his gaze filled with loving fatherly affection and tenderness. Following his gaze, I saw Li Li, her eyes closed, yet her delicate features remained undeniably beautiful, possessing an ethereal beauty against the backdrop of the mountains. Not wanting to disturb her beauty, not wanting to interrupt my father's appreciation, I stood there, looking into the distance. The
distant mountains stretched endlessly, lacking towering peaks, yet still possessing a sense of undulating movement. The green trees on the nearby peaks swayed in the wind, stirring ripples in my heart.
Beautiful mountain scenery, a beautiful wife, a beautiful father, a beautiful life. And yet, ahead of us, like those mountains, the things I was pushing forward brought with them too much unpredictability. Although it was a beautiful intention, a beautiful wish, there were too many unknowns, and who could know what the outcome would be?
My thoughts surged, my gaze fixed.
Suddenly, Lili came to my side and asked what I was thinking. I told her I was thinking about life, contemplating its meaning.
Lili knew my contemplation of life wasn't joking; she didn't laugh, but slowly moved closer, hooking her finger around my hand, and said, "No matter what the future holds, I'll be by your side."
I squeezed her hand, turning to look at Lili. Those words were usually spoken by men and women, but Lili had said them aloud. Even without her saying them, I knew we would be together for life. And now, Lili's words were telling me not to worry, that no matter what happened, whether what I asked her to do was right or wrong, she would face it with me.
My eyes welled up again; I wanted to hug her tightly and kiss her, but my father was beside me. Doing that would surely make him uncomfortable and surprised.
I forced myself to stay calm and walked with Lili to my father's side. We found a flat spot, spread out the mat we'd brought, and took out our food to replenish our energy.
Lili said, "The scenery here is nice."
My father said, "Yes, besides the process of climbing, the panoramic view from the summit is the most wonderful thing, allowing one to escape the mundane world."
Lili asked, "Dad, do you like climbing mountains?"
My father replied, "I wouldn't say I like it. When I was young, if I was unhappy or had worries, I would go to the mountain behind our house and sometimes shout. Now that we live in the city, there's no place like that anymore."
I said, "Not really. Now, after drinking, we go to karaoke. I think that's a way to relieve stress. Sometimes a few of us brothers go there to shout, even though we've been drinking and our singing isn't great, it's just to relax."
Lili said, "That's an unhealthy way for you to vent, unlike Dad's, which is close to nature."
Then the three of us laughed. Suddenly, Li Li said, "Shall we shout too?"
I said, "No, there are people here, it's not good, won't it bother them?"
My father also said, "Don't shout, people these days feel it's not appropriate."
Li Li didn't say anything more, but stood up, facing the distance, and put her hands to her mouth, shouting, "Hoo...hoo..." We were all shocked by Li Li's actions. Looking around, although there weren't many people, and some glanced at us, there were no strange looks.
After shouting, Li Li seemed to be in a better mood and waved to me. I thought, if women aren't afraid, why should I be shy? So I stood up and shouted a few times, "Hoo, ho!" Then Li Li and I called my father to come too, but my father was still embarrassed, after all, he was over fifty years old. But Li Li walked towards my father, took his hand, and helped him up. This action was very natural. I didn't want to associate her actions with lust, and this gesture truly had no erotic connotations. However, it was indeed the first time Li Li had proactively taken her father's hand. Before, they might have held hands unconsciously, or out of necessity, but this time it was a deliberate act, an invitation.
Her father, pulled up, seemed to draw strength from Li Li's hand and roared. We roared for several minutes, and from the opposite mountain, others joined in, creating a cacophony of shouts.
When we were tired of shouting, laughter naturally erupted—a genuine, heartfelt laugh of relaxation and joy. It was a laugh of forgetting worries, of not thinking about anything. It came from the heart, impossible to conceal.
My father said, "It's been a long time since I've felt this relaxed. Although life isn't stressful anymore, I still have so many worries."
Li Li said, "Dad, young people these days with a lot of pressure know how to de-stress. Now is the time for you to enjoy life. Your children and grandchildren are doing well, and life is good. Just enjoy your retirement."
I also said, "Yes, Dad, just focus on enjoying life now. If there's anything you want, whether it's material or spiritual, just tell us." Li Li and I both looked at our father. He looked at me, then at Li Li, and then his gaze drifted into the distance.
It was the same old talk, but these past few days, especially yesterday's events and today's encounter, I wonder if my father can truly let go of these feelings?
Li Li's behavior just now was proactive and bold, joyful and cute, sweet and warm, without a trace of lust—she had the charm of a modern white-collar woman. For my father, this kind of modern woman should be very attractive. Plus, considering Li Li's physical allure a few days ago, I think if it were me, I would be captivated by this daughter-in-law.
We were laughing and shouting just now, and now that we're hungry, we've only just remembered to eat the food we'd prepared. Lili gave my father and me each a wet wipe to clean our hands.
My father sincerely said, "It's so good to have a woman!"
This unintentional remark startled all three of us. After all, the woman he was referring to was his daughter-in-law, so it felt a little strange. I quickly asked Lili for some food to prevent the awkward atmosphere from escalating. Then Lili got some bread for my father and then gave some to me. We ate, chatted, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery; it was quite pleasant.
This kind of family life, even without children around, is very happy.

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