[The Shanxi Wanrong Mother and Son Incident] (01)

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However, this doesn't mean the incident didn't happen. After all, "pictures don't lie," and there's even "seeds and videos."
The male protagonist in the story is tall and handsome, and the female protagonist is presentable, elegant, and
graceful. Even their son is handsome and cute.
Such an eye-catching event, however, started and then just disappeared, which is infuriating. So
, as someone from a parallel world, I couldn't stand it anymore and decided to reveal the truth:
I am the male protagonist in a parallel world, and a similar thing happened in my family. This was a
shocking conspiracy orchestrated by the Japanese, but the beginning was incredibly ordinary, just like all families experiencing the seven-year itch and disharmony
. It started with marital discord, arguments, and cracks appearing.
The difference is that some couples make up after a fight; some couples argue so much they consider divorce;
but my wife, Du Xueying, and I had a huge scandal, but I don't blame her. Actually, most
people probably don't know anything about Du Xueying, but as her husband in a parallel world, I understand her perfectly.
Shanxi isn't a first-tier province, and Wanrong County certainly isn't even a third-tier city. Wanrong,
in reality, isn't "prosperous" in any way except for the gray industry of prostitution. Of course, that's a story for later.
Because Wanrong County wasn't wealthy, there were naturally fewer nouveau riche, and my family was in the
kind of situation where we were "dragging the country down to the groin." So, I only completed one year of high school before dropping out
to learn farming and animal husbandry from the villagers. After all, Wanrong County at least had
the reputation of being a "high-quality fruit production base county in China," a self-serving title.
At that time, I didn't know my wife, Du Xueying. After all, she was more ambitious than me back then; she first
went to high school and then to a teacher's college. Moreover, to avoid worrying my parents, after graduation I didn't go to a distant place
to become a middle school teacher. Instead, I became a primary school teacher at a school not far from home.
For a woman, having a stable job is already very good, and at that time, I became a seasoned "quasi-
farmer," raising chickens, ducks, and geese with my parents each year, and selling fruit from the orchard, which brought in some money annually.
After all, the country was becoming stronger, and the living standards of ordinary people like us were gradually rising.
As for my later relationship with Du Xueying, it wasn't like love at first sight in a book, or
a heroic rescue. Instead, perhaps because our families lived relatively close, and it was a natural progression for men and women to marry,
I met Du Xueying through a simple matchmaker.
At that time, Du Xueying wore a ponytail, and her smile was always closed-mouthed. She was young, already
a teacher, more educated than me, and beautiful; naturally, I was overjoyed.
Du Xueying wasn't entirely satisfied with me, but my mother-in-law, after returning home, brainwashed her, saying
things like, "Girl, look at this boy, he's quite good. Wan Zhongliang's name alone suggests honesty and integrity. He's tall
and strong, doesn't gamble or drink, and although he's not highly educated, his life is stable. You
can teach during the day, and he can stay home and look after the orchard. It's not far from home, which is great..."
Although Du Xueying's education level wasn't low at the time, she was still young and naive
, so she was easily swayed by her parents and agreed to date me.
What ultimately won Du Xueying over was a comment from one of her students. Every time I visited her at school
, her students would whisper behind her back, "Wow, look, Teacher Du's boyfriend is so tall and handsome..."
Later, I learned that when Du Xueying first started teaching at the school, she was still a young, unmarried woman, and some mischievous
students weren't afraid of her at all. But after we started dating, those mischievous students became much more well-behaved.
So, her affection for me gradually developed through trivial matters.
However, what brought us together also brought us down. After marriage, my relationship with Du Xueying
gradually faded due to the mundane things in life.
Our courtship at that time was characterized by frequent separations and strict adherence to rules. Although we dated for a year, the
actual time we spent together was very limited. Many personality clashes, differing life philosophies
, and contrasting interests quickly led to arguments.
I was particularly angry, feeling that Du Xueying had no real skills and only knew how to bully others because of her high education. I even scolded
her, saying, "Don't be so arrogant in front of students at school; don't act so bossy and domineering in front of me!"
Even when she was extremely angry, she would say, "If you can't make it work, get out and get a divorce! She's just an elementary school homeroom teacher ,
what's so great about her?"
Du Xueying was similar; she couldn't stand the sight of me. Just like she later said, every girl
dreams of marrying a prince charming when she's young. But after marriage, she no longer prays that her husband is a prince charming
; she can only pray that he doesn't drink while riding his bike, and that he's half as good as the neighbor's husband—that's all she asks for
.
So, like many families, we had small arguments every three days and big arguments every seven days. The constant bickering and arguing
shattered our already strained marriage, putting it in serious trouble.
And I, like most men, after getting my goddess, stopped treating her like a goddess and
started treating her like a crazy woman. I stopped being homey and even spent every opportunity to have fun with the fruit vendors who came to buy fruit.
The bathhouse industry in Wanrong County was quite developed, after all.
Du Xueying had heard about this, but like everyone else, she couldn't win an argument or a fight, so she could only choose to
turn a blind eye. However, Du Xueying was different from ordinary women. After all, she had good grades and
had always harbored bright dreams since childhood.
Therefore, Du Xueying wouldn't sit idly by in the face of a messy marriage like other women.
Instead, she often used her relatively easy job as a teacher to travel and relax every now and then.
Moreover, later on, her travels became increasingly longer and longer, but unlike today's post-90s generation, although Du Xueying enjoyed
traveling and relaxing, she mostly traveled on a budget, taking the cheapest trains and staying in the cheapest hotels, and mostly
taking short trips, going out in the morning and returning in the evening.
Actually, it wasn't a big deal. Men could indulge in debauchery, and women could go out and relax; I naturally didn't care,
especially since I didn't care about Du Xueying at the time. I had a little money in my pocket, and every now and then I'd have some fun with those
20-something prostitutes. And those girls, if you gave them money, they'd be completely obedient and compliant.
I thought it was much better than seeing my haggard wife at home.
However, this kind of life didn't last more than a year. After Du Xueying returned from her trip to Japan,
she seemed to have changed completely:
she no longer enjoyed traveling, but instead loved dressing up, with piles of cosmetics and skincare products; she no longer couldn't stay at home
and was always running around. Instead, she tutored her son every night, and even on Sundays, she would lock herself and her son in the bedroom
, sometimes studying, sometimes watching TV with him.
I thought Du Xueying had figured things out, like all women, unable to rely on her husband, she relied on her son. I thought Du
Xueying had put all her energy into her son.
I was secretly pleased about this for a time. However, a year later, I felt increasingly uneasy. The mother
and son were growing closer, and Du Xueying's parenting style became more and more perplexing to me.
For example, it was one thing for her and her son to ride their electric scooter to school together—after all, she taught at the
school, and her son attended; it was normal for them to go to school together, and the neighbors envied them.
But strangely, later, when Du Xueying and her son rode their electric scooter to the county town on Sundays, she actually
let her son ride with her on the back, sitting in front and curled up in his lap. When her son objected, Du Xueying secretly
said something like, "How can this be? Protecting women is a man's natural instinct..."
For example, Du Xueying later not only dressed up her son but also bought him a suit and tie, saying things like
, "Wow, son, you're just like a man..."
I could barely accept and understand all of this, assuming it was out of love and maternal affection for Du Xueying. However, things
became increasingly intimate. Every few months, Du Xueying would take her son on trips, staying overnight before
returning. The most noticeable change was that over the past year, my son had become increasingly attached to Du Xueying. Several times,
I even secretly saw him kiss his mother's lips, albeit lightly, but as a traditional man
, it was still hard for me to accept.
So, I started paying attention and discovered many close-up photos in my son's album, showing the mother and son face
-to-face, incredibly intimate. Some were even nose-to-nose, their lips almost touching.
My son isn't a child anymore, and this excessive intimacy between mother and son infuriated me. So
, I began secretly observing them, but after a while, I was shocked…
[To be continued]

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