A Night Reflecting Emotion and Sex (Part Two)

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In several subsequent QQ conversations, he gradually revealed some of his situation to me. They were a couple living apart; he was working hard in Shanghai to pursue better opportunities, while his wife was a civil servant in their hometown. Because her job was very good, she was reluctant to give it up. I thought this was normal; after all, "people strive for higher positions, water flows downhill," it's a natural law. Sixteen or seventeen years ago, I also experienced a period of separation from my spouse for work (earning money), though it was only for a few months. But I could understand the two main feelings involved. First, the psychological burden: at certain times, like when the children went to and from school, when cooking dinner, when busy with daily chores like picking, washing, and cooking vegetables, I always felt guilty, touched, and heartbroken knowing that the burden I could have shared was now on my wife's shoulders. Second, the physical discomfort: it wasn't so bad during the day, but at night I would toss and turn, unable to sleep.
I've spent my whole life just working, but I've always been inclined to understand the hardships behind others' success, which makes me feel content with what I have. Like the song "The Moon on the Fifteenth," where the medal of honor is half mine and half yours, I can truly understand how difficult it is. I think a simple life is good. If someone is exceptionally successful, like a Hong Kong movie mogul who needs a huge group of bodyguards to get out of a bulletproof car, scanning all around before spreading out, I think that's meaningless. If that were the case, a bicycle would be far more stylish than a bulletproof car. But that's beside the point, so I'll stop here.
He seemed to trust me a lot, telling me when his wife would be visiting relatives in Shanghai, and that he would bring her to meet us that very evening. So I sent him photos of my wife and me from our trip, and also started a one-way video call with him. Before starting the video call, he explained that he was at an internet cafe, and the rented computer didn't have a webcam. I said it was okay. My purpose in sending him photos and video chatting was to confirm that the people in the photos and on the video were real. Or, like a job transfer in the past, I wanted to handle everything that my company was responsible for, so all the formalities were completed beforehand, and the rest was up to the other party.
My method is a bit like a car seatbelt; when it senses a normal need, it can be pulled very far without resistance. When it senses an abnormal need, it won't be pulled out an inch. I trust my judgment, and besides, a person's true nature is hard to fake.
He told me that even his personal work computer didn't have photos of him and his wife together, but he had photos of his wife on his phone, which he could send me. I said I didn't need that, because my phone doesn't have that function. My phone is a Motorola C119, which, to use a television analogy, is like an old-fashioned 12-inch black and white TV. I felt very comfortable with it; I didn't have to worry about losing it or it ever getting a virus.
One evening, he was at an internet cafe again. He told me he was chatting with his wife and asked me to add her on QQ. After I connected with her on QQ, I copied and pasted his words, "My wife is also online. You can chat with her. Her QQ number is *******," as an opening line for her. For ease of narration later, I will call her Ms. Xiao Yang, using the first character of her QQ nickname.
Xiao Yang told me that her husband had introduced us, but this was the first time she had heard of such a thing and she had no idea what to expect. She also said that she loved and cared for her husband very much, and to fulfill his long-held and strong desire, she was prepared to go along with it. Then she asked me a few questions: Did such things really exist in society? If so, would there be any bad consequences? What did her husband and I talk about?
I gave her three things: first, the address of 69 Paradise, telling her that if she couldn't see the content, she should ask her husband for the login name and password; second, the address of my blog; and third, all the QQ conversation records between her and her husband. Then I said I had to log off and ended our chat.
I didn't want to talk to her any longer in the virtual world, nor would I try to persuade his wife according to his requests. Even in video chats, let alone text chats, some people use movie clips, so I'm always wary. Of course, my wariness was unnecessary again, because a few days later, when she met me again on QQ, she was the one who suggested voice chat. I told her I couldn't speak, but she could talk while I replied with text. I clicked the accept button for voice chat, and unexpectedly, she appeared on video.
She told me she had read the blog I sent her and the conversation between me and her husband; the former felt very real, and the latter was also good. I called my wife to the computer screen and typed to Xiaoyang, "You can ask me any questions you have in front of my wife." But I never told her what was good about this kind of activity, because I thought of the word "avoiding suspicion."
I clicked on her QQ profile and found she had forwarded someone else's aphorism—"A forty-year-old woman, her children not yet grown up, her husband already having affairs..." These words seemed to come from her own experience, a true reflection of her worry about her husband, who was single and living far away, possibly cheating on her. She looked very elegant and beautiful in the video. I whispered to my wife, "It's really not easy for couples to live apart. A woman this beautiful should be the one her husband worries about cheating on, but now she's the one worrying about him." My wife replied, "That just proves you men are no good." (To be continued)

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