Ten years of marriage

Here's what happened: In the spring of this year, shortly after the Spring Festival, Lao He went to Beijing on
a business trip. The afternoon he returned, he didn't go home but rushed to my place first. I had asked him
to bring some medicine for my father from Beijing, and he came to give it to me. On his way home, I casually tossed him a few packs of good cigarettes—something
someone had given me when they asked me for favors.

When Lao He got home, his wife and daughter weren't there. He called Zhou Yulan's cell phone and learned that she and their daughter were
having dinner at her parents' house. Zhou Yulan was very happy to hear her husband was back and kept inviting Lao He to come over for dinner, saying that her
mother had won tens of thousands of yuan in the lottery, and the whole family was celebrating.

Lao He thought about it and decided it was too far to go. He took a shower at home, then made himself a packet of instant noodles
. While he was bending down to throw away the packet, he accidentally knocked over the trash can. Now the floor was a mess
. Lao He hurriedly cleaned it up, knowing that his wife was notoriously clean.

Just as Lao He was complaining about how unlucky he was to stay home and not have a big meal at his in-laws' house, he saw
a few things in the trash. This day was perhaps destined to be extraordinary; Lao He never imagined it would change
his life forever.

Later, I helped him check the almanac, which said: April 4th, inauspicious, unsuitable for returning home, breaking ground, or cleaning.

Among the trash were several condoms and wads of toilet paper.

Lao He stood there for a long time, then picked up a condom—a red one!

Inside was some cloudy, milky-white liquid, like milk. I can't know what Lao He felt at that moment, but
I'm sure he squatted on the ground for a long time, forgetting to get up.

Lao He had gone to Beijing a week earlier, and he never used red condoms. At that moment, his mind
must have been flashing through images like a movie. The night before he left for Beijing, he and his wife had sex
, using up the last condom they had. If they hadn't run out of condoms, he might
have had sex with Zhou Yulan a second time.

It was a gloomy afternoon. The early spring sky still carried a chill, and the people on the street were still bundled up
. I knew that Lao He's mood at that moment must have been as cold as the weather outside the window.

Rewinding to ten years ago, I remember it was also an early spring afternoon, and the weather seemed even colder then
. At my place, Lao He and Zhou Yulan were sitting huddled together on my sofa. We had drunk
some wine, and I loudly told Lao He that women couldn't be trusted, that he shouldn't imagine women to be too perfect, and that he shouldn't be
blinded by those heroic female figures on television. Lao He kept laughing, saying I was drunk, while my girlfriend
looked at me seriously. Zhou Yulan remained silent, a hint of resentment in her voice. I turned to look at my girlfriend and cursed
, "What are you looking at? You're no better than me!"

Yes, you're no better than me, nobody is a better than me. Years later, these words have
remained clearly etched in my mind. In this life, don't imagine anything to be too perfect.

I don't know if Lao He still remembers what I said back then. That afternoon, Lao He
sat alone on his balcony, smoking the cigarette I threw to him, without saying a word. I don't know his expression, but I can
imagine it.

(III)

Zhou Yulan is a nice woman. Although she has given birth, she is still very slender. She is not particularly beautiful
, but she has a certain charm. Time has given her a mature elegance. Her eyes are very beautiful. I have secretly observed her eyes
. They are very bright and charming, but they are also shimmering and easily seducing, the kind of eyes that are naturally alluring.
The "Liu Zhuang Physiognomy" says that such eyes belong to the category of lewd and base people, but I have never believed it because she is very gentle and kind, and she
doesn't seem like that at all.

And I know that Lao He has always been infatuated with her, only having sex with her. He's obsessed with every corner of her body. Lao He
told me privately that Zhou Yulan's breasts are beautiful, not too big or too small, full and elastic, and that her vagina
remained plump and tight even after giving birth. I believe this because Zhou Yulan's natal chart shows a tight
genital area, which is said to be characteristic of women with this feature.

On this early spring afternoon, Lao He sat quietly on the balcony, letting the cold wind brush his face.
Several pairs of , fluttering in the wind like flags. Lao He knew at a glance that these were
some of the sexiest pairs of Zhou Yulan's underwear, some of which he had bought from an adult store during his last business trip.

Lao He rushed back to the kitchen, unwilling to give up. The bowl of noodles was still there, bloated from soaking. The trash was still on the floor
. Lao He stared at the three condoms; the liquid inside seemed to be flowing. I'm sure Old He's eyes
were practically spitting blood at that moment. A short while later, he found two more condoms at the bottom of the trash can, also
red, but the contents were dried out. Old He plopped down on the ground.

Perhaps, at that moment, Old He remembered the night he left, how his wife gently put their eight-year-old daughter
to sleep and then returned to the room. Old He was already waiting in bed. Zhou Yulan saw her husband's bulging member
and was very satisfied. She smiled seductively at Old He and then told him she was going to take a shower. While she was showering,
Old He was already impatient. He took off his shorts, looked at his penis, and felt very satisfied. For so many years, the
couple's sex life had been harmonious.

When Zhou Yulan came out of the shower, Old He couldn't contain himself and pounced on her. Zhou Yulan liked this
behavior from her husband. She was a healthy woman who needed sexual stimulation, and since the age of thirty, her libido had always
been very strong.

Old He pressed Zhou Yulan down on the bed. Zhou Yulan wasn't wearing underwear under her nightgown; her thick, dark pubic hair concealed
her ample vulva. Old He lowered his head, parted his wife's labia, and began licking her—a
recurring ritual during their lovemaking. Old He was fascinated by his wife's genitals; he loved the smell. Zhou Yulan lay on the bed enjoying
her husband's ministrations, her hand gently caressing his penis, just as
tenderly as she did with her husband and daughter.

Finally, Zhou Yulan asked Old He to mount her. She liked it when her husband rode on top of her like a horse. Her
hands guided his penis towards her opening; her buttocks were full, as are those of mature, healthy women. Her
full buttocks lifted upwards, making it easy for Old He to enter…

After they finished, the couple went to the bathroom to wash up. Old He couldn't help but think that they had
used up their last condom. Finally, he had no choice but to ask Zhou Yulan to lower her head and use her mouth to help him.

Thinking about this, Old He closed his eyes in anguish.

He couldn't bear to look at the mess in front of him. I don't know if he cried when he was alone, but I know his heart
was crying, his heart was bleeding…

Perhaps no one feels pain until it happens to them personally.

Seeing someone else covered in blood might make you feel like blood is flowing from your own body, but you won't feel pain!
I haven't had such an experience, so I can't fully understand Old He's pain. Many things can only be
imagined, but one thing is clear: Old He was in great distress.

That night, Old He probably didn't eat anything. The bowl of instant noodles remained in the kitchen until Zhou Yulan
returned from her parents' house with the child, after 10 pm. All the kitchen trash was put in the trash can
, and nothing seemed amiss.

Zhou Yulan greeted Lao He, who was lying on the bed, and asked him why he didn't turn on the light. Lao He thought for a long time before saying
, "I want to sleep. Why would I turn on the light?"

Zhou Yulan hadn't seen her husband for a week and seemed very excited. She put her daughter to bed in the room, took a shower,
and returned to the room. Lao He was still lying there. The thick smell of smoke in the room had dissipated, and only
the faint fragrance emanating from Zhou Yulan's body after her shower could be smelled.

Zhou Yulan sat in front of the vanity mirror, combing her hair. Her hair was beautiful, jet black and smooth. Lao He lay on the bed watching
her. Her figure was still very good, with not much fat. Zhou Yulan asked him with concern
how . Lao He took a breath and said, "Good, things went very smoothly!"

Zhou Yulan put down her comb, walked over and leaned against Lao He, her eyes sparkling, incredibly alluring, and gently asked him
, "Have you missed me these past few days?"

Lao He was stunned for a long time, looking at his wife, and asked her, "What do you think?"

Zhou Yulan giggled, "How am I supposed to know if I've missed you or not if you don't tell me? You weren't thinking about other women, were you
?"

Lao He smiled, "Who else could I have missed besides you?"

"Who knows who else you might have missed? I'm not you!" Zhou Yulan giggled, jumped onto the bed, and said, "
Whether you've missed me or not, I'll check and I'll know!" Then she reached down to Lao He's crotch and rubbed his manhood.
"You said you missed me? There's no reaction at all here!" Then, with her watery eyes, she asked Lao He, "Tell me honestly
, did you do something shameful in Beijing?"

"What kind of person am I? Would I do something so shameless?" Lao He said angrily, but looking at his
wife on top of him, he softened his tone and said, "I've been on the road all day, I'm probably tired!"

"Are you really tired? I'll find out if I try!" Zhou Yulan smiled and unzipped Lao He's pants,
took out his penis, and slowly rubbed it in her hand. Looking at Lao He, she smiled seductively and said, "You can't lie to me
! If you lie to me, I won't live anymore, and I'll drag you down with me!"

Perhaps because he hadn't been with a woman for several days, Lao He's penis became hard in Zhou Yulan's hand
. Zhou Yulan smiled happily, "Not bad, you really didn't lie to me!" Then she rubbed against Lao He
, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you so..." "Not even taking the initiative?"

Old He could only reach out and hug his wife, saying, "I don't want to, I'm in a bad mood!"

After thinking for a moment, he added, "It's about work!"

Zhou Yulan simply took off her nightgown and lay on top of her husband, her two beautiful breasts resting
on Old He's stomach, and asked, "What's going on at work? Tell me!"

Old He angrily said, "Don't ask, I'm annoyed!"

Zhou Yulan wasn't afraid of her husband at all, and said, "I'm going to ask anyway. You've been upset at work, you need to vent
, right? I'll let you vent today! We haven't done it for a week!"

(VII)

Old He hesitated for a long time, but still climbed on top of Zhou Yulan. Zhou Yulan said seductively in his ear, "Why
don't you kiss me? Kiss me somewhere, you always kiss me!"

Old He thought for a moment, and still lowered his head. Under the dim red light, Zhou Yulan's private parts looked like the mouth of a monster that had just drunk blood
. Old He suddenly felt like vomiting! Old He climbed on top of Zhou Yulan again, his lower body thrusting towards that mysterious
source. Zhou Yulan groaned, spreading her legs. Old He habitually began to thrust, and Zhou Yulan closed her eyes,
holding her husband's waist and responding. Everything was just like before, without a trace.

At that moment, a red condom flashed before Old He's eyes. His heart felt as if it had been struck by something
. His movements slowed, and finally stopped. His penis slowly went limp; he felt somewhat
dirty and couldn't get hard again.

On that ordinary early spring night, my friend Old He lost his sexual interest and confidence—
a first in his life.

Outside the window, the air on the street carried the scent of flowers. The deserted streetlights illuminated several homeless people,
a cat rummaging through a pile of garbage, and a drunken man vomiting nearby.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Yulan asked her husband with concern, getting up. She had also noticed his unusual behavior
. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No!" Old He said blankly, then slowly added after a moment's thought, "The company promoted some leaders, and Old Wu got promoted
. I was let go!"

"How could your leader do that? What does Old Wu have that you don't?"

Zhou Yulan chimed in, helping her husband out of his misery. She poured Old He a glass of water and said gently, "It's alright. We
won't take those damn official positions anymore. As long as you're alright, Tingting and I will be content! Come on, have some water and
rest!"

Old He immediately hugged his wife tightly. Zhou Yulan nestled in his arms like a cat,
unable face.

Tears streamed down Old He's face.

I don't know what Lao He was feeling at the time. I don't understand why he didn't slam his fist on the
table and fly into a rage as soon as his wife came home. There was no questioning, no arguing, but beneath his calm exterior lay a deeper struggle.
What was he thinking that early spring afternoon?

Afterwards, I asked Lao He, "Why didn't you ask her what happened? Why didn't you beat that woman up?"

Old He thought for a long time before finally saying to me, "I'm scared!"

Time flies. Ten years have passed, turning a once simple-minded and energetic man into
the complex and cowardly Old He of today. Thinking back to more than ten years ago, when Old He was still a student, he returned to his hometown, pointed to the
barren mountains, and said to me with great enthusiasm, "I'm going to plant fruit trees in all these places! Let the villagers come in and
eat to their hearts' content!"

His village was very poor, and the villagers never dared to buy fruit.

Looking at Old He now, I felt like crying.

(VIII)

In the days that followed, Old He seemed to have disappeared. He wouldn't answer my calls, and if he did,
he would say he was too busy. I knew he really was busy, hiding at his workplace every day working overtime. I knew him; he came from the countryside
, and he desperately wanted to get a position at his workplace so that his wife and children could live a better life. He
was a person who cherished life.

I realized that something might have happened, but it was just a guess. It wasn't until that night, when he was drunk, that he told
me the reasons. I was very busy at the time, with a lot of work to do, and I didn't have much time to care about him.

Old He later told me that those days felt like his heart had been ripped out; his mind was blank. Actually, he still
wanted to give his wife a chance, to see if she would tell him, but he was disappointed. He had hinted at it to her.

Once, he found Zhou Yulan had changed two pairs of underwear and thrown them in the washing machine. He asked his wife, "What's wrong with you today
? You changed your underwear twice in one day?"

Zhou Yulan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't worry about women's affairs." Then she explained, "My
underwear got wet from sweat. Do you want me not to change it? I'll get sick." By then, it was starting to get warm, so Old He
didn't say anything more.

Old He began to pay attention to his wife, including what underwear she wore in the mornings. He secretly
noted the number of condoms in the house. But everything seemed normal. Old He began to wonder if he was
mistaken. Clear and vague things were mixed together; everything was so ambiguous.

He secretly checked his wife's phone; there was nothing unusual. He recognized everyone in the call log, and
most of them were women. I'd say that at that time, Lao He was like a wounded old wolf, beginning to protect his
family.

One early summer morning, Tingting's teacher called to say that Tingting had a fever and asked the parents to
come to the school. Lao He was in a meeting at the time, so he went out to call his wife's cell phone, but Zhou Yulan's phone was off. Lao He quickly
called her workplace, where a woman answered. She told Lao He that Zhou Yulan had taken sick leave that morning and
was resting at home. Lao He realized something was wrong because when he left that morning, Zhou Yulan had been
preparing breakfast for him.

Lao He called home, but it rang for a long time without answering. Having no other choice, Lao He hurriedly took leave,
rushing to his daughter's school without even going home, taking her to the hospital for a checkup and an injection. By the time he finished and took
his daughter home, it was almost noon.

Zhou Yulan was busy cooking at home when Lao He asked her impatiently, "Why are you only cooking now? It's
almost noon."

Zhou Yulan rolled her eyes at him, "You come home every day and get ready-made meals, and you dare to get angry?" Then she added
, "It's not that I didn't want to cook earlier, I just got home from work. I'm not a god, how can I cook quickly by myself
?"

Lao He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Your work is so easy, you can even go out and buy groceries before
going back to work!"

His wife rolled her eyes at him again, "Who said my work is easy? This morning an inspection team came, I was so busy
, how could I have time to go out and buy groceries? I only bought the groceries after work."

Lao He didn't say anything more and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

At noon, his wife and daughter were taking a nap.

Old He went into the bathroom. In the corner, the trash can was covered with miscellaneous items, nothing else. Old
He composed himself, removed the top layer of clutter, and found several crumpled wads of white
toilet paper in the middle. Old He's heart sank. It took him a while to reach for one, and he picked it up. It was wet in the middle
. He unfolded it and almost fainted again—it contained a condom! There was some discharge inside.

Old He always had a lot of condoms at home because Zhou Yulan had a gynecological condition that prevented her from using an IUD
, so the couple always used condoms during sex. I always teased him, saying that having sex with his wife was like
going to a prostitute, always using a condom. Old He had even gotten angry with me about it.

Now, this wad of toilet paper undoubtedly contained one of the kind Old He had bought himself; he knew it at a glance.

Among the pile of dirty clothes in the washing machine was a pair of his wife's underwear, clearly recently changed, as the crotch
was still damp. I admired Lao He's attentiveness; even in this situation, he knew to check the washing machine. However
, perhaps it was precisely this attentiveness that harmed him. If he hadn't been so attentive, he would still be happy and content.

Perhaps, when many anticipated events actually occur, people are more afraid.

I know that Lao He's fear at that moment must have been greater than ever before.

Lao He needed to ask for leave for a business trip. "

Asking for leave for a business trip" is a grammatically incorrect sentence; asking for leave doesn't constitute a business trip, and a business trip doesn't require asking for leave.

Lao He asked his workplace for leave and told his wife he was going on a business trip. Zhou Yulan asked him where he was going and told him to
bring extra clothes. "It's hot these days, bring more clothes, I'll wash them when you get back, and also bring some cold medicine, you
haven't been feeling well lately!" Zhou Yulan said gently as she packed Lao He's luggage.

Lao He didn't say anything, just smiled.

If this had happened a few months ago, he would have felt very happy. Now?

That night, Lao He and his wife made love. He thrust into her with all his might, very vigorously, and Zhou
Yulan was very satisfied. Lao He's thick penis pumped in and out of her vagina, almost creating sparks.

This was their last time making love.

The next morning, Lao He took a bus to the train station, carrying the luggage his wife had packed for him.
As he left, watching the people coming and going on the street, Lao He's heart must have been filled with a sense of loss.

Do all the people rushing by on the street have a story?

Zhou Yulan went to work and came home as usual, then cooked for Tingting. After dinner, Tingting went to do her homework, and Zhou Yulan...
Lan would sit on the sofa watching TV. Even when commercials came on, she wouldn't change the channel; her eyes darted around, as if
deep in thought.

I don't know what kind of internal struggle Zhou Yulan went through during that time.

The next morning, Zhou Yulan took Tingting to school, then returned home. Passing the market, she
bought some groceries and called her workplace, "Is this Sister Liu? I need to take a day off today. My daughter has a fever,
and her father is away on a business trip. I need to stay home to take care of her!" After hanging up, Zhou Yulan thought for a moment, then picked up her phone
and dialed another number, "Hello, where are you? Are you free? I'm at home!"

At nine o'clock, Zhou Yulan returned home. She hummed a song with a relaxed air as she went to the bathroom,
slowly taking off her clothes. Her snow-white body gleamed softly under the bathroom light. She gently lathered herself with soap
. Her breasts were still full, the dark red areolas and small nipples alluring, and a soft tuft
of pubic hair clung to her flat stomach…

The doorbell rang. Zhou Yulan dried herself, wrapped a towel around her body, and went to open the door. A man
slipped in, grinning, and said, “I thought you wouldn’t call me!”

Zhou Yulan rolled her eyes at him. “How could I call? He’s been home a lot lately, and he only recently went on a business trip.”

“You haven’t called, but I’ve missed you terribly!” the man said, hugging Zhou Yulan and kissing her.

Zhou Yulan reached out and slapped the man, "What's the rush? It's not like we don't have time." Then, looking at him seriously, she
said, "We need to be more careful from now on. My husband's friends are starting to have doubts. Did you talk nonsense outside
?"

"I would talk nonsense?" the man jumped up anxiously. "Who has doubts? I'll have someone deal with him."

"You absolutely mustn't. He's a man with some power; you can't fight him," Zhou Yulan said quietly. "
He only knows about our past relationship, not our current situation. Don't do anything rash. He asked about
our past, and I also feel a bit guilty towards Lao He if I did that!"

"What's there to apologize for? What's the big deal? Didn't we do it enough when we were dating? You should be my woman
, and I haven't even settled accounts with him yet!" The man changed his tone again, smiling, and said, "Let's not worry about that.
Opportunities don't come often. Let me have my fill first. I only realized after the divorce that no one else is as comfortable as you
! We'll just be more careful in the future."

Zhou Yulan rolled her eyes at the man again: "Try to do it less in the future. I really feel sorry for Lao He." Then
she smiled again, "I didn't originally intend to invite you today, but I was thinking about it."

The man grinned and picked up Zhou Yulan, saying, "Baby, let's do something new and exciting today
, let's do it on the sofa!"

Zhou Yulan grinned and said, "Doing it on the sofa is very difficult. Do you have the ability?"

"You'll know once you try!"

The man laughed as he placed Zhou Yulan on the sofa, squatted down, and lifted the towel covering her body, spreading her
legs. He said, "Baby, I've missed you so much!" He then plunged his penis between her legs. Zhou Yulan passionately enjoyed
the man's tongue service, moaning like she did when she made love with Lao He.

The man smiled and looked up. Zhou Yulan asked him with a seductive smile, "How does it taste?"

"A strong, pungent smell!" the man said with a grin.

"Are you trying to kill me? Why are you saying such awful things!" Zhou Yulan laughed and scolded, then pulled the man's ear and said, "
I'll show you how sexy I am today! Hurry up and get on top."

The man stood up, and Zhou Yulan smiled as she unzipped his pants, took out his penis, skillfully put on
a condom, and then patted it with satisfaction. "Alright, get on top!"

The man straddled Zhou Yulan, sat on her lap, and tried to insert his penis into her vagina, but couldn't
get it all the way in. Zhou Yulan giggled, "I told you you weren't capable, but you didn't believe me! Now you know how difficult it is, right?
You're making me so itchy."

The man chuckled and said, "It's not possible. Chinese men aren't as long as foreign men.
Lift your butt up , and I'll do it from behind."

Zhou Yulan rolled her eyes at him and said, "You should have said so earlier! Why pretend to be an expert?" Then she got up, lay on
the sofa, and raised her buttocks high outwards.

The man patted her buttocks and said, "Your buttocks are so beautiful, so big and white!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and come in!" Zhou Yulan turned around and scolded him with a flirtatious smile.

The man raised his thing and moved it behind Zhou Yulan's buttocks, thrusting it in. Zhou Yulan took
a breath and began to moan.

(13)

Half an hour later, the two of them were drenched in sweat. Zhou Yulan's hair was disheveled as she lay on the sofa, her buttocks constantly
pushing back.

At this moment, the door opened.

Yes, the door opened, and Lao He stood in the doorway, his eyes filled with anger, perhaps with a hint of despair
.

I couldn't quite grasp Lao He's emotions at that moment, nor did I want to.

Such emotions can cause utter harm, even a lifetime.

Zhou Yulan and the man stood there, time seemed to stop for that one second, like the shutter of a camera
being pressed, everything frozen into a picture.

Perhaps many years later, this picture will still flash in Lao He's mind. It was so real,
yet fraught with danger.

Actually, I used a hypothetical technique here; to increase the impact, I altered the truth slightly. The real
story isn't that Lao He opened the door. Zhou Yulan had locked the door from the inside, and Lao He couldn't open it. He frantically
knocked on the door to get in. Zhou Yulan never expected Lao He to appear out of nowhere; she mistook him for the water bill collector. She
threw on a nightgown and went to open the door, only to see a desperate Lao He coldly watching
her through the window in the security door.

The scene was like watching a prisoner through iron bars.

When Lao He rushed into the house, he saw Zhang Weidong hiding in the bedroom, getting dressed.

Zhang Weidong was ashen-faced; he had given up resisting. If Lao He had killed him with a knife then, he wouldn't have struggled
.

But Lao He didn't do anything that day, which I always found strange and admired his composure. Later, he said that he had
forgotten about dealing with the adulterous couple; he was so angry that he forgot everything.

"Actually, my legs were shaking all day," Lao He said.

The experienced Zhang Weidong quickly regained his composure, put on his clothes, and fled the scene; Lao He didn't stop him.

At that moment, Lao He sat on the sofa, lost in thought. He was an honest man and never used violence to solve
problems.

Perhaps, in situations like this, violence would be more swift, direct, and easier to resolve.

Zhou Yulan, pale-faced, knelt down with a thud.

"Get up!" Lao He said desperately, then closed his eyes in anguish, leaning back on the sofa, tears still streaming
down his face.

Beside the sofa, on the floor, lay a condom wrapper.

I can't guess exactly what the couple discussed that morning, but one thing is certain: Zhou
Yulan knelt and begged Lao He for a long time, pleading with tears streaming down her face for his forgiveness.

Lao He had softened at one point; he wanted to hold Zhou Yulan in his arms and cry his heart out, but when he saw the condom wrapper
, it felt like being force-fed excrement.

"Get out!" Lao He blurted out, his voice hoarse and desperate.

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