Three people crowded together -- 2

2. The unlicensed taxi driver

was in the blazing sun, and it was still a bit hot.

Delivering the camel wool comforter was perfect before it got too cold. Fang Lin understood the importance of maintaining a certain distance from her in-laws

while also showing them occasional care and consideration. She had resolutely refused to buy a small three-bedroom apartment in Tongzhou to maintain that distance, refusing to squeeze in with her parents and child.

Her reasoning was that Yanjiao and Tongzhou were so close, and Tongzhou would become the administrative center of Beijing in the future; once the Tongyan Expressway ended, it would be practically right next to Guomao. With that money, they could buy a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment with a garden and basement in Yanjiao, and still have enough for a car. The garden would not only meet Fang Lin's practical needs as a housewife but also fulfill her romantic fantasies as a gardener; the basement, besides a small section partitioned off as a mini wine cellar, could be transformed into a home entertainment room and family bar, satisfying Zhang Yizhang's personal hobbies and their family's social needs.

The child was a boarding student at a mid-range private school, requiring only weekly pick-up and drop-off, making it perfect.

Fang Lin's high heels clattered on the floor as she walked, thinking that in a marriage, sex becomes less and less important over time. She'd already forgotten the unpleasantness of the previous night the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, and even the strange smell of mint and garlic combined.

She was convinced Zhang Yizhang felt the same way, especially when he came home from work and saw his parents and a table full of steaming home-cooked food. He'd surely praise her highly, completely forgetting the "humiliation" and dissatisfaction of the previous night. The saying "

quarrels at the head of the bed are reconciled at the foot of the bed" wasn't so narrowly interpreted.

"Driver, Guomao, how much for a chartered car?" Fang Lin saw the nearest black car, bent down, and leaned out of the passenger seat window to ask the driver.

"Sorry, you should have gone ahead and asked those two cars. We can't cut in line here; I can only go after the ones in front have left," the driver said with a smile, his hand on the steering wheel.

“Oh, but…” Fang Lin glanced at the two cars in front, both Hyundai Elantras in poor condition and not very clean. This car, however, was shiny on the outside and had snow-white seat covers inside; it was a Passat. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Then I’ll wait for them to leave.”

The driver laughed heartily and said, “Thank you. Please wait under the shade of the tree for a while; the car in front should be called away soon.”

The driver’s thick, full lips parted, revealing a set of neat, white teeth. He looked to be about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, wearing a white casual T-shirt and blue jeans, looking very neat and clean.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the car in front left, and the driver waved to Fang Lin. Fang Lin jogged over, opened the right rear door, and got in.
“It’ll be forty,” the driver said.

Fang Lin said, “Thank you, I’ll get off at the Guomao stop.”

“Okay.”

The car slowly pulled out of the parking area, went straight, and then turned left onto the Tongyan Expressway.

Because it wasn’t rush hour, the traffic was quite smooth. Fang Lin glanced around the car. It was clean and tidy. Nothing was hanging near the rearview mirrors. A delicate wooden perfume bottle wafted from the right front air vent, releasing a subtle fragrance with the gentle breeze from the air conditioner. The driver was playing soft music, unlike many drivers who either tune in to FM103.9 Beijing Traffic Radio, the latest internet hits, or roll down the windows to save on gas.

"Your car is so clean," Fang Lin remarked involuntarily.

"Ah... thank you," the driver replied, ending the conversation with a single word.

Fang Lin could only watch the familiar buildings outside the window slowly recede, her mind still swirling with unavoidable questions... Weren't women supposed to be like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties? She was still a newly minted tiger, so why was she like an old riverbed, dried up? And why was she so averse to kissing? Love was no longer the sweet taste her partner spoke of... Thinking about it carefully, when there was lubricant, the process was simple, and Zhang Yizhang didn't kiss her either... Did he also grow tired of kissing? But she clearly loved him; there was no doubt about it.

She glanced in the rearview mirror and unfortunately met the driver's gaze. She gave an awkward smile.

The driver was quite pleasant-looking, the kind of person who made you want to relax and smile… Suddenly, a bold thought flashed through her mind: if it were him, even a simple touch would probably send a jolt of electricity through her, let alone his white teeth and lips… Thinking this, Fang Lin laughed and slapped her forehead with her right hand. What was she thinking!

They arrived quickly. The driver parked the car and said, "Please get out slowly and take your belongings with you."

Fang Lin looked for her wallet to pay, but couldn't find it…

"Have you seen me with a black shoulder bag?" Fang Lin asked the driver.

"Hmm… I don't think so. I just remember you taking this big bag."

"Ah… Oh no, I forgot my wallet. Here, I'll add you on WeChat and transfer the money to you." Fang Lin quickly opened her phone's QR code and had the driver scan it to add her.

The transfer went smoothly. Fang Lin thanked him and got out of the car.

When Fang Lin arrived at her in-laws' house, her mother-in-law had already washed a plate of grapes and poured a glass of orange juice. Fang Lin put down the camel wool comforter, sat down at the table, picked two grapes, and popped them into her mouth, saying, "Mom, I asked a classmate to buy this camel wool comforter in Australia. It's light and warm, made from alpaca wool... Please don't use that thick, heavy cotton comforter anymore."

"Too warm isn't good either, the heating is strong in the house during winter. I'm afraid we won't need it. Let's save it for Sen Sen."

"There are two comforters in this one. One is thinner, suitable for when the heating is on, and the other is slightly thicker, suitable for before the heating is on and after it's off... Please don't save everything for Sen Sen. What doesn't he have? Besides, he only stays home for two days on weekends."

"You've gone to so much trouble. Eat some grapes first, and we'll leave after your dad comes back from his walk downstairs. We should be back in about ten minutes."

Fang Lin's mother-in-law happily picked up the cashmere comforter and went to the bedroom.

Fang Lin took out his phone, thought for a moment, found the driver's WeChat, and was considering whether to delete it, but then tentatively asked: "Have you returned to Yanjiao? Can you give me a ride?"

About ten minutes later, the driver replied: "Time? Location?"

Sure enough, few words, concise and to the point… Fang Lin smiled. He typed out the address and told the driver to wait downstairs in half an hour. He

casually changed the driver's nickname to "Black Car Driver," simple, clear, and easy to find later.

3 On the unexpected

return journey, the driver only replied to Fang Lin's father-in-law's question, and then remained silent.

Fang Lin's father-in-law asked the driver, "Where are you from?"

The driver replied, "Born and raised in Yanjiao Town

, Langfang, Hebei." Fang Lin's father-in-law seemed to be talking to himself, "Yanjiao was the outskirts of the State of Yan during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. A temporary palace was built there during the Kangxi Emperor's reign; it was the first stop for the emperor and empress on their eastern tours to the Eastern Qing Tombs… Now it's become a dormitory town for Beijing, I heard it's almost 400,000 people… It'll be great when the subway is built; it'll be convenient to see our grandson then."

The driver smiled but said nothing.

Fang Lin had thought he would continue his father-in-law's conversation, but the car fell silent.

It was truly interesting; Beijing taxi drivers were almost all chatterboxes, knowledgeable about everything from astronomy to geography, and loved to discuss policy secrets and international affairs with passengers. Being under the emperor's nose, they had the advantage of favorable timing and location, making it easy for them to talk eloquently, and quite impressive to attract the attention of out-of-towners. His father-in-law had given him such a good topic, and he had silently ended it.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Fang Lin glanced at him again, seemingly unaware of his intention. He quickly turned his head to the right and looked at her as well… Fang Lin immediately lowered her head, opened her phone, and to make her unintentional gesture more convincing, found Zhang Yizhang's WeChat. She cleared her throat with a soft "hmm" and said slowly and calmly, "I just picked up Mom and Dad, and we're on our way home now. Come home early tonight so we can celebrate the festival together. Don't buy too many mooncakes, a four-pack is enough. Also, go to the seafood market and buy a few pounds of fresh hairy crabs."

"Your dad and I don't eat mooncakes. If you're going to buy any, just buy one or two. You can eat them as a token. It's hard to say if they're fresh or not. Who knows when they're from? There are too many reports of unscrupulous merchants in the news," Fang Lin's mother-in-law said.

“I don’t really like them either… But it feels strange not to have mooncakes for the holiday, so I’ll tell him not to buy any. It’s enough that we’re all together as a family. Mom, I’ll cook tonight, and your son can make a special spicy crab as the grand finale, how about that?”

“We’re family, just eat whatever you like. Don’t overwork yourself; Zhangzi has worked a long day, so I’ll do it.”

The mother-in-law’s focus was on her son’s well-being. Fang Lin smiled and said, “How could I let you do it? You and Dad can just sit there and watch TV, and wait to eat. Your son will give the orders, and I’ll cook!”

The mother-in-law smiled. Fang Lin knew the art of mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationships well. Just spoil her son and pamper him in front of her, keeping herself humble; no mother would be unhappy that way.

After arriving home and settling her in-laws in, she made a shopping list and went to the nearby farmers’ market to buy groceries.

When Zhang Yizhang returned home that evening, he not only bought hairy crabs but also brought Fang Lin a bouquet of flowers—half-open orange lilies, quite vibrant. Although Fang Lin preferred white lilies, she was still pleased with his gesture. Both of them had successfully navigated the unpleasantness of the previous night, expressing their apologies appropriately.

While preparing the crabs, Zhang Yizhang deliberately exclaimed to his mother, "I can't let Fang Lin cook! Her half-baked skills would absolutely ruin it! These hairy crabs are only fit for me, the master chef! Mom, wait here, I'll make them slightly spicy for you, and I'll peel them for you!" The old lady watched her son go into the kitchen with satisfaction.

Zhang Yizhang's emotional intelligence was commendable; this son was quite clever, often subtly siding with his wife while also making his mother happy. A perfect balance.

Because her in-laws were there, after dinner, Fang Lin pushed Zhang Yizhang out of the kitchen, washing the dishes herself while he chatted with her parents. This scene was something the mother-in-law was happy to see. Since they weren't often around, satisfying the elderly woman's biased affection for her son wasn't difficult. The two usually had a clear division of labor: the cook didn't wash the dishes, and the dishwasher didn't cook.

After cleaning the kitchen, Fang Lin went to the bathroom to shower.

Actually, before grocery shopping, she had made a detour to a pharmacy to buy her usual lubricant, which she had already put in her drawer. She wanted to take a shower first, to make herself feel clean and fragrant, and then redo what she hadn't finished last night. It's like eating peanuts; if you accidentally eat a bitter one, you definitely have to spit it out and quickly eat a good one to mask or cover up the bitterness. Even when her son Zhang Sen was little, he knew to use correction tape to cover up any mistakes he made and then rewrite them in the same place.

Everything had to be corrected to prevent errors from continuing.

After showering, Fang Lin changed into a set of pajamas. Since the elders were there, she couldn't be too revealing or flashy, so she wore the light pink pajamas Zhang Yizhang had said felt the best… But she hadn't bought mouthwash. She had actually considered trying kissing again that night, but then worried about feeling uncomfortable. How to put it… even between very close family members, kissing and exchanging saliva felt strange. If a kiss didn't arouse desire, then forget it; at least she had lubricant.

Fang Lin finished changing and was about to go to the living room to join the conversation when Zhang Yizhang's phone, charging on the bedside table, lit up, but there was no sound. Fang Lin turned to look at it and saw a WeChat message: "Have you seen the moon? It's so big and bright." It was from someone with the nickname YY.

Fang Lin's heart sank, feeling heavy and dull, like a pebble falling into a deep well.

YY or Ya Ya? In her nervousness, she couldn't tell.

This must be a woman's message; since ancient times, the moon has been the symbol of longing. "The moon rises above the willow branches, a rendezvous after dusk." A bright moon rises over the sea, we share this moment though far apart. My longing for you is like the full moon, its light waning night after night… Fang Lin knew the subtle nuances of a woman's thoughts; her question wasn't quite a question, nor was her mention of the moon. And the lack of any greetings suggested they were acquainted, perhaps even having a good chat, otherwise they wouldn't be so poetic (idle), sharing even the moon's beauty… Was this a tentative probe before their evening conversation? Or just feigned romance?

If, if it was a mistress, Fang Lin thought, pressing his hand to his chest, if it was a mistress, then she must be a lonely, single woman, probably feeling resentful while others celebrated the holiday, deliberately waving her sleeve so casually, stirring up a fragrant breeze of imagination in a man's heart.

She didn't have Zhang Yizhang's phone password, and usually disdained to look at it. To avoid unwanted intrusion, they both had a habit of silencing their phones at home, only calling back important missed calls. Years of trust had never been a problem… But this Yaya was still fantasizing. Who was she? What was her relationship with Zhang Yizhang?

Fang Lin pondered for a moment, then her phone screen went black. She was conflicted, wondering if she should try the password and carefully examine every detail, leaving no stone unturned. But then she thought, "This might be a Pandora's box… If I can't see the previous messages, I won't be able to question Zhang Yizhang. Or even if I do, he can easily distance himself. All that's left is a psychological demon tormenting me."

What if she saw all the chat history? What if it was passionate and excessive? Was she creating life's challenges for herself? Was she trying to improve her life skills?

Forget it, she didn't want to do anything tonight… She'd observe for a few more days. The truth will always come out.

Were they...?

Fang Lin thought sadly again: No wonder their sex life was so bland; all his energy was spent outside… Did he treat his occasional advances at home as a chore? Or was it just to prove he was a normal man who didn't cheat? Were

they...?

The firewood crackled and popped, flames leaping high into the air. Was she the only one being roasted to ashes over the fire?

If they were the fire, Fang Lin would have to assess the size of the flames before deciding whether to extinguish them with her fingers, pour a bucket of water over them, or use several fire extinguishers.

Thinking of this, Fang Lin drew back the bedroom curtains and looked up at the sky. She didn't see the moon, but the brightness outside and common sense told her that the moon was indeed very round and bright. She turned and went to the living room, pulling Zhang Yizhang along, saying, "Come on, let's go to the balcony to look at the moon."

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