Long Novel: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapter 43

Chapter 43
My wife chuckled. I frowned and glared at her. "Little Fatty" was my nickname, or more precisely, it was the nickname I used when my grandmother brought me here. Nobody called me that at home.

"Hello, Auntie," I said enthusiastically, having just finished criticizing my mother.

"Oh my, Huijuan, is this young lady your daughter-in-law? She's so beautiful! Even prettier than the big stars on our village wall." "

Hehe, yes, she's my daughter-in-law, Xinyue. Call her Auntie,"

my wife said sweetly, making the old lady's wrinkles crinkle into chrysanthemums with joy.

While we were exchanging pleasantries, a large group of people suddenly rushed out of the yard and surrounded us, making us feel like the stars of the show, as if we were the protagonists of this happy occasion. My wife and I were like two children exchanging New Year's greetings, being directed by adults to call out a bunch of incomprehensible titles. I dare say that any one of them would forget what to call me the next time they saw me. Actually, my mother didn't recognize many of them either. She was led by my great-aunt to recognize each one, and then they would change the way they addressed us. This chaotic process took a full ten minutes to get all the relatives together.

After these rituals, we were ushered into the courtyard.

"Huijuan, Jiakang didn't come?" it was my father who said.

"Sigh... Auntie." My mother sighed.

"Oh, what's wrong?" My great-aunt looked nervous.

"His back is bad, it's an old problem. He's been bedridden for a long time. He insisted on coming, saying he wanted to thank you in person. If it weren't for your help taking care of Xiaopang back then, my husband and I wouldn't have had time to rekindle our relationship. But he's just too weak to get out of bed. Originally, I was thinking of not coming myself and staying home to take care of him, having Xiaopang and his wife come on our behalf to express our gratitude. But he refused. He'd rather have his own family take care of him than let the three of us come together."

I almost burst out laughing when I heard this. My mother's words were three parts truth and seven parts lies, and she said them so emotionally. Looking at my aunt, she indeed showed no displeasure at being slighted, but instead looked touched.

"Oh dear, he really is something. He's not a young man anymore, he needs to take care of his health."

"You're right, really. I've been complaining about him for days. Why did your back have to go wrong now of all times?"

"Oh, never mind, never mind, why are you still complaining about him? Taking care of your health is the most important thing."

My mother nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Upon entering the courtyard, we found that the general layout remained unchanged, except that all the houses had been renovated, with large red "double happiness" characters pasted on every window and door.

Tables and chairs—more than a dozen in total—were set up in the courtyard, the ground floor living room, and the side rooms, all in preparation for the banquet.

"Come, come, sit here. I was worried you wouldn't make it," my aunt said, leading us to a table under a sunshade in the courtyard. Then she called upstairs, "Baogen, come down! Your cousin Huijuan from Shanghai and her family are here!"

A dark-skinned rural man responded and ran downstairs. He was my aunt's second son, the bride's father, and we exchanged pleasantries.

It was almost noon, and the hired chefs were already busy at the open-air stove, the aroma of farm-style dishes wafting through the air, making our mouths water.

Just then, the loud noise of a gasoline-powered moped engine approached from afar, accompanied by deafening music, sounding like those outlandish, eight-speaker knock-off cell phones from back in the day.

The moped stopped in the yard, and two people got out. The man driving was short and stocky, bald, with an exaggerated gold chain around his neck—it was unclear whether it was real or not—and wearing sunglasses. Behind him was a woman with a slender waist, but her breasts were exaggeratedly large, revealing a breathtaking cleavage under a deep red low-cut top. Her wavy hair seemed newly styled, but the look was somewhat off, appearing overly flamboyant compared to his wife's natural style. Her face was fairly delicate, but her makeup was heavy, with an alarmingly bright red lipstick that showed no regard for color matching. In short, she was definitely not an unattractive woman, but her styling was a major drawback.

The man got out of the car and loudly called out to the bride's father, "Second Uncle, is everything done?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Da Gang."

"Da Gang?" My heart skipped a beat. Although the name was ordinary, I seemed to remember it.

"Oh, Auntie, are these guests also from our family?" Da Gang looked at the three of us. Although he was wearing sunglasses, I could still keenly sense that his gaze was mainly focused on his wife.

"Da Gang, this is Aunt Huijuan's family from Shanghai. This is her son, Xiao Pang. You two played together before. This is Xiao Pang's wife."

I remembered, and then my brows furrowed. I remembered who this Da Gang was. He was the son of my aunt's husband's older brother. I had met him when I was a little older and came to visit with my mother.

I was about seven or eight years old at the time. My grandmother had lived here for a while, and my mother brought me here for a few days that summer. It was supposed to be a return to familiar places after several years, but because of this person, I had a very bad memory.

He was three years older than me and a well-known bully in the neighborhood. I initially thought he would take me, his little brother from Shanghai, along to play because we were relatives, and even protect me. But who knew he was the one who bullied me the most? He played all sorts of pranks on me every day, making me terrified. The worst time was when he stuffed a small snake, about the thickness of my thumb, into my clothes. The cool, slippery touch almost made my heart stop. That feeling haunted me for a long time afterward. My mother was furious about it and went to his mother's house to argue. His mother was also unreasonable, and they almost came to blows. This damaged the relationship between the two families, and my mother never took me to her house again.

"Oh, it's Little Fatty, long time no see." Da Gang greeted me politely and shook my hand.

"This must be your wife, she's very beautiful." Before my wife could extend her hand, he grabbed it and pinched her hand with his thumb while shaking it.

"Danhong, come here."

Da Gang turned and called to the woman in the car, but what was outrageous was that he still wouldn't let go of his wife's hand. His wife looked embarrassed, wanting to pull away but not daring to use too much force.

His mother frowned. "Da Gang."

"Ah? Aunt Huijuan." Da Gang subconsciously let go of his wife's hand when called by an elder.

"Da Gang, is your mother alright?"

"Yes, yes, she's fine. She can eat and sleep well. Thank you for your concern, Aunt Huijuan, haha. Come here! Stop dawdling!"

The woman named Danhong ran over when he called her, her breasts heaving.

"Little Fatty, do you remember Danhong, the girl we used to play with? She's my wife now."

I remembered her too. Back then, Danhong was about my age, thin and small, always following a group of boys around. She was practically Da Gang's little follower. Because we didn't have much contact, I didn't remember much else. She was just a stranger to me.

"Oh, I remember now, Danhong." I smiled and replied perfunctorily.

"Alright, alright, everyone, sit down and eat." With that, the eldest brother unceremoniously tried to sit down at our table.

About half of the tables in the courtyard were occupied, with a few still empty. Our table had initially been reserved for just the three of us. My wife and I sat drinking tea, while my mother stood to the side chatting with relatives. Da Gang, ignoring the remaining seats, actually walked halfway around the table, trying to sit next to my wife. I was shocked by his audacity and was wondering how to react when my mother, who had been talking to others, suddenly intervened, barely managing to sit next to her daughter-in-law before him. Da Gang had no choice but to pretend to walk halfway around and sit opposite her.

My mother and I exchanged a glance across my wife's face; we both understood each other perfectly.

We enjoyed a standard country-style meal, as we don't often get to eat this kind of food, and besides the snacks my wife gave me while driving, I hadn't eaten much since morning. To save time, we always left the highway rest stops immediately after using the restroom.

After dinner, everyone sat and chatted. The conversation turned to their children's jobs, and my mother introduced my wife as an English teacher at a prestigious school in Shanghai. My wife was immediately surrounded by several aunties and mothers, all asking her for teaching advice.

I had originally planned to take her for a walk, but seeing this, I had to temporarily abandon that idea and go sightseeing by myself.

My plan was to follow my childhood memories and retrace the old paths to see if anything had changed. Today was a happy occasion for the Lu family, so there were many guests, and no one would recognize me on the street, which was good—less disturbance.

I followed my memory to an intersection. I remembered that beyond that was a large expanse of farmland, but now many houses had been built there, and the layout was rather chaotic. Seeing nothing interesting, I prepared to turn back, but then I heard several men's voices.

"Hey, did you guys see that woman from the Lu family today?"

"You fucking idiot, you never finish your sentence! The Lu family had a celebration, lots of men and women came and went, which one are you talking about?"

"Damn it, I'm talking about their relatives who came at noon, the whole family drove here, it's that...that one."

"Oh...you mean their relatives from Shanghai?"

"Yes, yes, that woman, oh my, that figure, those breasts, that ass, that face, oh my, she's so tempting! If she were my wife, I'd make sure she couldn't get out of bed."

"Wake up, you?!"

"What? You don't want her?"

"I do want her, but what's the use? You should think about how to make Da Gang happy, maybe he'll let you taste Dan Hong's flavor."

I stopped in my tracks when I heard that.

"Tch, you can't even imagine that. What do you have to offer in exchange? Do you even have a wife? You think you can trade your mother for her? They'd still want her."

"Trade your mother for her!"

"Stop arguing. Let me tell you, it's okay if you don't have a wife. You all have girls at home, right? You know Changliang from Dongzhai? I heard he traded his girl for Danhong."

"What? His girl is only sixteen!"

"Of course, you want a sixty-year-old?"

"Don't you guys even consider what Dagang's taste is like now? Does he even look at ordinary women?"

"Sigh, do you think Dagang might trade Danhong for that Shanghai woman?"

"Hmm, now that you mention it, it's actually quite possible. But would she be willing?"

"Oh yeah, you know what, Danhong, that little slut, is the best in our village, but compared to those from the big city, she's not the same."

I frowned, no longer wanting to hear the filth below. I thought, isn't this still the village my mother described? Aside from the glamorous exterior, the essence remains unchanged, and it has even been passed down as a tradition.

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