[Repost] My wife and I's story, let me tell you slowly (Part 2)

My wife is basically a computer novice. At work, she's limited to basic computer operations, and at home, she doesn't use the internet much. Her MSN usage is mostly limited to

contacting classmates or family. Starting a few years ago, I occasionally showed her some of Li Yinhe's rational articles. —Here, I want to reiterate

: Some people say that Li Yinhe is leading the public down a path of evil. This is absolutely a major misunderstanding. If behavior occurs after theory, then that theory

might play a guiding role. However, when theory arises after behavior, it is a summary of that behavior. Only such a theory can become a

correct theory. This is what is commonly referred to as "theory originates from practice."

Before Li Yinhe's rational analysis, homosexuality, sadomasochism, group sex, and so on, were all real occurrences. Therefore, Li Yinhe

did not mislead anyone. On the contrary, Li Yinhe simply analyzed why you did what you did after it occurred. She absolutely did not command you before your behavior occurred

: what you should do. —This point must be understood first.

Let me give you an example. Take a weaver bird, for instance. It makes its nest beautiful, but before finishing, it doesn't

know what the nest will look like, nor does it understand the specific purpose of its actions. The process of weaving the nest is entirely instinctive—that's what

animals are like. Humans are different. Humans possess agency; their actions are simultaneously governed by will and consciousness. In other words, when humans do something, they know

why they are doing it. This is what's commonly referred to as "proactive agency." However, we often find ourselves in a state of confusion, doing many things

without understanding what we are doing or why we are doing them. Li Yinhe plays this role: "Making you understand why you did that, whether what you did

was right or wrong," thus distinguishing humans from animals.

It was with this initial intention that I consciously showed my wife Li Yinhe's articles. I did this not to corrupt her (besides,

it's impossible to corrupt her this way), but simply because I was worried she might feel psychological pressure, self-blame, or even regret about what had happened. Knowing what happened is easy; knowing why it happened is difficult

. This required a patient and supportive process.

As it turned out, my approach was entirely correct. Later, my wife told me that she regretted what happened that night after sobering up the next morning. Her regret

wasn't because she had offered me the opportunity to be intimate with her female classmate, but because she was afraid I would think she was cheap and perverted. She cared about my feelings and was afraid I would look down on

her because of it. However, with my proper guidance, her psychological barrier was overcome.

Sometimes, when I'm intimate with my wife, I ask her, "When you meet a very handsome and outstanding man, do you ever feel a flutter in your heart?" My wife honestly says, "

Yes, but it's limited to feelings and occasional fantasies. I don't have any real desire to do anything with him because I've filled her heart too much." These words deeply moved me

; I was touched by her honesty.

Before continuing my story, I still want to talk about "infidelity." In many cases, infidelity differs fundamentally between men and women: men's infidelity stems from abandoning reason, while women's is the opposite: women's infidelity stems from an awakening of reason; when men cheat, they focus on physical and sensory stimulation, while when women cheat, they focus more on emotional exchange.

Desire is the direct cause of infidelity. However, the content of desire differs completely between men and women when they cheat. Men's desire is closer to primal animalistic lust, while women's is different. Women's infidelity often stems from a desire for communication, a desire to be cared for and loved by the opposite sex, or even a desire to be valued and respected after being neglected by their husbands for a long time. This is why I have always disliked reading purely erotic articles that depict women as extremely lewd and explicit. Unless it's a professional prostitute acting out of professional necessity, very few real women in life can genuinely portray themselves that way. This is not hypocrisy, nor is it related to repression; it stems from a woman's nature.

Let's talk about the word "cheating." First, there are tracks, then trains run on them. Wherever the tracks lead, that's where the train goes. When the train is running normally on the tracks, it can't be defined as "cheating." Between husband and wife, if your tracks are limited to sexual intercourse, then when one party crosses that boundary, it's called cheating. However, if the sexual tracks extend beyond the marriage and are genuinely accepted by both partners, then when the train of desire travels along the tracks you've jointly laid to someone else, it still isn't called cheating. Where the tracks lead is up to each couple. You can't force someone to do something against their will, and you certainly can't simply imitate others, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.

Whenever I see men online desperately trying to get their wives to accept couples engaging in casual sex, I worry for them. I want to ask: Do you truly understand the full meaning of couples engaging in casual sex? Are you truly psychologically prepared for this? Does your wife have sufficient psychological resilience? Is it merely a one-sided desire for that kind of alternative stimulation? If that's the case, I advise you to stop immediately and abandon this dangerous game, unless you want to destroy your family. If you're only engaging in couples' dating games to change the reality of a lack of passion in your marriage, or simply to break the monotony of your relationship, it's like trying to find pleasure through drugs. The final damage will be fatal. For example, how long can a marriage last if two couples marry solely for lust without any emotional foundation? Similarly, how long can the passion last if you hastily engage in couples' dating games just for a different kind of excitement? When the passion fades, you will be unable to face the even more mundane reality of life, and, more seriously, you may face unspeakable psychological barriers between you and your wife.

A healthy bird flying out of an eighth-floor window faces the blue sky where it can soar freely, while a person flying out of an eighth-floor window faces being shattered to pieces. So, when you try to fly out of the window, never forget to rationally check if you have wings to soar through the sky.

A word of caution to those eager to engage in marital intimacy: be extremely cautious. Marital intimacy is a wonderful thing in itself, but if done poorly, it can be fatal. Like opium, a moderate amount can be used as medicine when appropriate, but simple overdose will damage a person's health.

Enough with the empty theories, let's continue with our story.

I believe many couples are very loving, so I want to ask my fellow men a question: do you often feel that your wife is like your daughter? —Let me clarify, I strongly abhor incestuous behavior. I'm referring to that kind of heartfelt affection. Like every time I hold my daughter, feeling that little life warmly pressed against me. At that moment, you feel that this little life is your whole life. She is your entire world.

When my daughter was very young, I would often hold her and say to my wife, "Honey, the thought that one day some bastard will take our daughter away from me makes me want to chop him up." My wife would say, "Fine, you're ruthless. Let your daughter never get married."

My daughter is growing up, and because she's often away from us, every time I see her, I'm struck by how amazing her changes are. From the moment she first called me "Dad," which moved me to tears, to now, she deliberately teases me. I can't hit or scold her; in my anger, I can only hide away and give myself a couple of slaps. However, most of the time, in her eyes, one word from Dad is more effective than a thousand words from Mom. Many of my daughter's behaviors are considered outrageous by my wife, but she doesn't know that I secretly support many of her mischievous acts. For example, she often gives me random nicknames; she often associates me with some villain on TV. These behaviors were once intolerable to my wife, but I didn't care. I don't know if you've read Yang Jiang's writings about Qian Zhongshu; Qian Zhongshu was even more mischievous than his daughter.

My wife, in my eyes, is another daughter. Don't be fooled by her serious demeanor in front of our daughter; when she's not home, she's completely unbecoming of an adult. His poor posture, whether sitting or standing, his head shaking and even talking nonsense, are all related to my teaching by example. For example, when it's just the two of us at home, I often call her "My dear girl!" She replies, "You old geezer, what's up?" Sometimes I'm lying on the sofa reading a book, and she comes over and unzips my pants. I ask warily, "What are you doing?" She says, "None of your business." Then she takes out my penis, holds it in her hand, and tilts her head to say to me, "This is mine!" I say, "Yes, it's yours, cut it off and take it." My wife says, "No, it has to be kept here. You have to take good care of it for me, and you can't lend it to anyone else without my permission..."

When I'm having sex with my wife, I often tease her like this: "Honey, I'm old and useless. I'll find you a handsome young man tomorrow." My wife will definitely act very impatient and say, "Okay, okay, hurry up, I've long since lost interest in you, you old geezer."

Sometimes, I really do have the idea of finding a handsome young man for my wife. This isn't because I enjoy imagining how exciting it would be for my beloved woman to be under another man; it's also because of Confucius's saying: "Food, sex, are human nature." Sex is as commonplace as eating. There's a song by Wakin Chau: "My dearest baby, I want to cross mountains to find the lost sun, to find the lost moon; my dearest baby, I want to cross oceans to find the lost rainbow, to catch the fleeting shooting star; I want to fly to the endless night sky, to pluck a star for you as a toy; I want to touch the moon with my own hands, and write your name on it..."—This song was sung by Wakin Chau to his daughter, but many people mistakenly believe it's a love song. However, this misunderstanding is quite apt; it is indeed a love song. Only men who truly love their wives can understand the song's content.

A wife's first physical contact with another man is infidelity, an experience painful for both of us, stemming from betrayal. However, even for couples who have never had infidelity, psychologically speaking, both men and women occasionally experience longing for other men outside of marriage—this longing is perfectly normal. This longing, or infatuation, is often not necessarily driven by a desire for betrayal, but simply curiosity. Human beings' continuous exploration is largely driven by this curiosity about the unknown.

Therefore, I decided to find an opportunity to satisfy my wife's curiosity. However, this couldn't be rushed. At the very least, I needed to make her understand that her actions were based on my unwavering support; I needed to let her know that I was her strong backing. Only under these circumstances could my wife relax without reservation
.

Zhuangzi, one of the founders of Taoism, advocated governing through non-action, which is also the most basic concept of Taoism: "Do nothing, yet nothing is left undone." The thoughts of various schools of thought in China are interconnected in many ways. For example, the idea of non-action. In military strategy, it is similar to Sun Tzu's strategic concept of "subduing the enemy without fighting." Of course, this "non-action" is only superficial, similar to the saying "A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it in a proper way." So-called non-action doesn't mean doing nothing. For example, if you are an ordinary employee in a company and you really want a promotion, but how can you get one? Ask the boss for a promotion? You might be kicked out immediately. In this situation, what you need to do most is to do your current job well and seize opportunities to showcase your talents in tasks outside your job description. If you do this, it's impossible not to get promoted. This is the true meaning of "governing by doing nothing."

Applying the idea of "governing by doing nothing" to a marital relationship means: don't deliberately try to find where your passion lies, don't be passionate for the sake of passion. If you truly love your wife and consider her your only one in this life (please note, "only one" here refers to your only true love), if you truly consider your family your top priority, then prove it with your actions by wholeheartedly caring for and cherishing her. Based on my own experience, I can tell you that if you wholeheartedly love your wife, then after making the above efforts, you and she will truly become best friends. In this case, whatever you want to do, she will support you, and this support will be genuine. To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy: it's like you can go to a brothel with your best friend without feeling awkward about it. —So, if you want to try having marital intimacy, why wouldn't she support you? Now that the psychological barrier is gone, will she refuse the opportunity to relax?

This method is similar to the encirclement and suppression tactics used by the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army during the War of Resistance Against Japan. You can try it; it might give you a pleasant surprise. And the final winner is you, your wife, and your family. Now, let

's get back to the main topic and talk about our situation.
I've never seriously said to my wife, "Honey, I'm going to find you a handsome guy on a certain day to satisfy your curiosity." — Although I occasionally tease her during sex, I never do that normally. No matter what she thinks, I feel awkward myself.

In Taoist thought, there's a famous concept: "When things happen, the mind responds; when things go, the mind stops." Many people know this saying, but many can't do it. I'm not saying this because I've definitely done it. For example, finding a wallet is "things happening," and I feel happy, which is "responding." But if I lose my wallet, I can't "stop," and I'll feel heartbroken. That being said, "it's hard to do" shouldn't be a reason for us to refuse. Even if we can't achieve it completely, we can at least try to do a little bit, such as interpreting "responding to circumstances" as "patiently waiting for the right time to act."

The time finally came, but I hadn't expected it.

One August, my wife and I decided to take our annual leave together and travel with a tour group. Before we got married, we often dreamed of one day traveling together as a couple to the rainforests of Xishuangbanna or the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, often imagining the romance of the ancient Loulan Kingdom and the pristine beauty of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Many years have passed since our marriage, and due to the constraints of work and life, our travel plans have been put on hold. This time, we finally made up our minds to leave behind all the seemingly endless trivialities and relax for half a month. We researched the travel route for a long time, ultimately abandoning those long-desired destinations because the time was too short. In the end, we signed up for a tour group from China Railway Travel Service, starting from Zhangjiajie, Hunan, and continuing to Guangzhou and Shenzhen. Our main destination was Zhangjiajie.

Most of the people in the tour group were couples or lovers, and there were also families of three traveling together. There was only one lone traveler—a tall, handsome young man in his early twenties, studying at a university in Guangzhou. Let's call him C. He spent the two weeks before the semester started traveling to school. C was very outgoing, sunny, and cheerful. He was in the next berth to my wife and me on the train and quickly became friendly with us. His youthful way of thinking and carefree style often made my wife and me laugh out loud, making us feel like we were back in our carefree student days. In the days that followed, he became our little helper. Whether shopping or in scenic spots, my wife and I traveled light—food and other necessities were all stuffed into his backpack. Even when shopping on the street, my wife would confidently shove large and small bags into his hands, saying in a commanding tone, "Carry these obediently." He would obediently take them, while deliberately making a miserable face, saying, "Oh God, why is my life so miserable?" I told him, "Just be happy about it. This is a free lesson for you, letting you know how troublesome women can be, so you won't be caught off guard in the future." Some men may be born knowing how to get along with women. This little boy was one of those people. He often used some almost mischievous behavior to evoke my wife's tenderness. For example, while walking down the street, he would suddenly stop in front of a food stall and plead with my wife, "Sister, have pity on me, I'm starving!" My wife and I had no choice but to sit there with him, watching him devour those inexplicable snacks that neither my wife nor I were interested in. His wife, chin resting on her hand, looked at him with a beaming smile, as if she were facing her own brother or child.

In Zhangjiajie, while hiking, his wife's new hiking shoes rubbed her heels raw, causing her to limp and suffer greatly, especially since there were no spare shoes. We had brought band-aids, but they were in Xiao C's backpack, and Xiao C wasn't with the group. He'd probably run off somewhere having fun. My wife, furious, sat on the ground cursing, "That damned thing! He left without a word! He should have left my bag!" I was at a loss, and could only comfort her, "If it's really necessary, you can wear my shoes. I'll walk barefoot." My wife said, "Fine, just bear with it. If you walk barefoot on this mountain path, I'll have to find someone to carry you down." Just as we were both frowning in worry, we saw Little C running up the mountain, panting and covered in sweat. Before he could say anything, my wife started yelling at him, "You rascal, where have you been? Hurry up and give me my bag!" Little C grinned without saying a word, and in the blink of an eye, as if by magic, he pulled a pair of shoes out of his bag. They were just ordinary rubber-soled cloth shoes, ugly in appearance, but very comfortable to wear. My wife and I were both very surprised and asked in unison, "Did you run down to buy shoes?" You know, that's nearly four or five kilometers round trip. Little C chuckled and said, "It's nothing, I'm an athlete, this little distance is nothing. I can cover it in the blink of an eye." He then handed his shoes to his wife, saying, "Sis, change into these quickly." This gesture moved my wife and me so much we didn't know what to say. After changing her shoes, my wife's discomfort completely disappeared. I said to Little C, "Give me your backpack quickly, you can rest for a bit." Little C casually replied, "Brother, do you really look down on me? This little distance is nothing."

Along the way, we took many photos together, but hadn't taken a group photo yet. During a rest break halfway up the mountain, Little C pulled out his camera and handed it to me. I said, "Why don't you take a picture with your sister?" My wife happily ran to his side, naturally wrapping her arms around his neck. Through the lens, I noticed Little C's face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment. After taking the picture, I teased Xiao C, saying, "You'd better be careful, don't let your girlfriend see this photo, or you're dead meat." Xiao C had calmed down by then and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Who can stop me from taking a picture with my older sister?"

That night, after returning to the hotel and taking a shower, my wife lay on the bed, and I massaged her. My wife sighed, "Little C is such a good boy. I wonder which lucky girl will marry him." I said, "What? Getting a little envious? Should we go after him?" My wife slapped me and said, "Don't be so shameless, ruining a young man like him!" I said, "What young man? If he hadn't gone to graduate school, he would be working by now. When I was his age, you would have already dragged me down with you." During our subsequent lovemaking, I asked my wife again, "Honey, really, do you really like him? If you do, I'll arrange it for you." My wife thought for a moment and said, "I can't say it. People will think I'm a lovesick fool, it'll be so embarrassing." I said, "You don't need to worry about that. I'll arrange it for you, everything will fall into place."

The next afternoon, we were back on the train heading to our next stop, Guiyang. Little C was still all smiles. In contrast, my wife was much quieter, probably because of our conversation the night before. She lay on her bunk quietly reading a magazine, but every time Little C made a sound in the opposite bunk, she would immediately steal a glance, clearly harboring ulterior motives. In the middle of the journey, while Little C wandered around to other carriages, I jumped down from the middle bunk and sat next to my wife. I whispered in her ear, "What were you thinking about just now?" My wife pretended not to understand and said, "What was I thinking about? I was reading a book." I said, "Don't lie to me, let me check." I then reached my hand into my wife's pants. My wife hit me with a magazine and said, "Stop it, there are so many people on the train, what are you doing?" Looking at my wife's face, it was already extremely red with embarrassment.

The train arrived in Guiyang in the morning. The itinerary was very tight; we spent the day in Guiyang and then set off for Guangzhou that evening. I'm very familiar with Guiyang; I've been there several times on business trips. So, when the train arrived, I said to my wife and Xiao C, "You two go with the tour group. I don't want to get off. I've been so tired these past few days; a day of rest is perfect." Xiao C readily agreed, "Don't worry about my sister; I'm a natural protector." My wife said somewhat awkwardly, "Since we're here, let's go sightseeing together." I winked at her secretly, "I've been here often; there's nothing much to do. You two go ahead."

There were two reasons I didn't want to get off. First, I really didn't want to revisit a place I was already very familiar with. Second, and most importantly, I wanted to give them some time alone.

Watching my wife and Xiao C walk side-by-side on the platform from the train window, watching Xiao C gesturing and talking to my wife, I felt calm and sweet, without a trace of jealousy. It felt like a father watching his grown-up daughter happily go on a date with her lover. —This feeling is very natural when you consider your wife's happiness and joy the most important thing in your life. Of course, there was an even more important reason for this mindset: complete confidence in himself, his wife, and their marriage.

In the afternoon, the two returned to the bus with the tour group. It was clear they had had a great time, bringing me back a bunch of food. The three of us sat around the tea table for dinner. Little C sat opposite me, recounting the day's events and some interesting anecdotes, including witnessing the police arrest a drug dealer on the street. My wife sat next to me, not in a hurry to eat, but holding my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her loving gaze fixed on Little C. Little C, however, remained carefree and cheerful. The

train journey that followed was long. Because our tour train was a temporary operation, there was no fixed schedule, and sometimes it would stop for several hours at a small, well-known station. When bored, the three of us played cards to pass the time. By this time, Little C had completely become like family to us, constantly calling us "brother," "big sister," and "beautiful lady," often making my wife laugh uncontrollably.

The train finally arrived in Guangzhou on a sunny morning, just as planned. Little C proudly told us, "This is my second hometown. We don't need a tour guide here; I am the excellent tour guide."

This time of year, most of southern China is hot, and Guangzhou is no exception, though the mornings are still pleasant. After getting off the train with the tour group, we went to the accommodations arranged by the travel agency—a very nice three-star hotel. After settling in, the three of us broke away from the group and went out to explore on our own. Little C, with her experience, said, "Most of the tourist spots arranged by the tour group are shopping areas, not very fun." So, led by Little C, we happily wandered around aimlessly. At one point, I took a moment to say to my wife, "I'm going to a classmate's house tonight, so it's up to you now." My wife pretended to be surprised and reluctant, saying, "Are you serious? Are you crazy?" I patted her cheek and said, "Don't be nervous, just do what you want. If you don't feel comfortable, stop. Just go with the flow." My wife blushed and said, "We'll see."

Around 4 PM, we got tired of shopping and decided to go back to the hotel. After having lunch at the restaurant on the first floor… Back in my room, I called a college classmate who lived in Guangzhou. Hearing my voice, he thought I was home. I said, "Hey kid, I'm in Guangzhou." He excitedly exclaimed on the other end, "Oh my god, where are you? I'll come pick you up right away!" So we agreed to meet near my hotel an hour later.

Meanwhile, my wife was incredibly nervous. She kept asking me, "Can you stop messing around?" I hugged her and said, "Honey, really, don't be nervous. If you feel awkward or unhappy, just don't do anything. I'll tell him to come over, but I won't give him any real instructions to avoid embarrassment. The rest is up to you two. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

Before leaving, my wife hugged me from behind, dragging me towards the door, muttering, "Honey, don't go, let's stop messing around, okay?" At the door, I turned back, hugged her, and gently kissed her, saying, "Sweetie, don't be afraid, honey..." "I'll always be there for you. Like I said, if you're unhappy, don't force yourself. My phone's always on; you can call me anytime to come back." After saying that, I left the room and went to Xiao C's. Xiao C was fiddling with the TV. I told him, "I'm going to meet an old classmate I haven't seen in years tonight. When you're free, go keep your sister company so she doesn't get bored. Also, don't forget to massage her shoulders; they always hurt when she walks too much." Xiao C said, "Hey, it's not a female classmate, is it?" I kicked him: "Kid, don't ask questions like that." Then I left the hotel.

This classmate from Guangzhou was my roommate in college. He's from a small city in the north. He hooked up with a well-connected girl from Guangzhou during college, and after graduation, we were both assigned to Guangzhou. We hadn't seen each other since graduation, only kept in touch by phone. When we met, this guy, with the typical hearty attitude of a northern man, ran over shouting and hugged me tightly, spinning me around a few times. He asked me, "Are you in Guangzhou on business or personal?" I didn't mention that I was traveling with my wife, otherwise he would definitely have invited her. I said, "Just some business, but it's all done. I was planning to go back tonight, but I wanted to see you, so I changed my plans to leave tomorrow. You have to take me in tonight, otherwise I'll be homeless." My classmate said, "No problem, I can give you my whole house to live in." I said, "It would be best if you left your wife too." My classmate punched me hard and said, "Still the same shameless face you had back then." Sitting in the car, I asked my classmate, "Where are we going now?" My classmate said, "Nowhere, just home. I called your aunt, she and the housekeeper are preparing dinner at home." — Haha, he called his wife my aunt. We've been joking like this since we were in school. Back in our university days, dating was a secretive thing, something we could only do in the dorm. Every time he brought his girlfriend back to the dorm, he would say, "Kids, your aunt is here, get out of here!" So, everyone would curse under their breath and reluctantly leave the dorm.

That evening, we drank over a pound of strong liquor, reminiscing about our student days while sighing and discussing our work frustrations, occasionally cursing, "Fuck it all..." It seems people are never satisfied. Take my classmate, for example; if he hadn't hooked up with someone powerful, he might still be a lowly township official in some unknown town, or worse, maybe eating chalk dust in some cramped school. Looking at him now, his career is thriving, his father-in-law, though retired, has already arranged everything for him, and he even has a maid who silently endures their exploitation.

After drinking a certain amount of alcohol, we started drinking tea, chatting about everything under the sun, the conversation seemingly endless. At one point, I missed my wife and called her. I asked, "How are you?" She didn't answer directly, only saying, "Honey, drink less, and come home early tomorrow." I said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Cheer up, I love you." My classmate thought I was calling home and tried to grab my phone, saying, "Let me say a few words to my nephew's wife." I quickly hung up. My classmate scoffed, "Damn, your kid's all grown up, what are you pretending to be young for? 'I love you,' how cheesy." I spat at him and said, "You don't know anything."

That night, my classmate and I chatted until after 1 a.m. His wife came into the living room twice, mockingly saying, "Hmm, not bad, finally found someone to brag to, you two better not stop." My classmate said, "Damn, I haven't been this happy in years."

The next morning, my classmate thought I was really leaving Guangzhou and insisted on taking me to the airport. I said, "Don't worry about me, I'll just wander around and buy some things for my wife and kids. The airport bus is convenient, I can leave anytime." So, my classmate went to work, and we parted ways. I took a taxi back to the hotel. On the way, I called my wife to tell her I was back. I

opened the room door with my key card and went inside. My wife hadn't gotten up yet, lying on her side with a towel covering her face inwards. I knew she was pretending to be asleep. I went over and lay down beside her, patting her gently. "Did you have a long night? You must be exhausted." My wife turned and hugged me, burying her face in my chest, playfully punching me with her little fists, repeatedly saying, "You're so naughty, so naughty, so naughty..." I turned her face away, yanked off the towel covering her, and said, "I need to check my baby to see if any parts are missing." My wife laughed, got up, and ran into the bathroom. While she was showering, I glanced around the room; both beds were a mess. It seemed they had had a very passionate night.

Perhaps because I had drunk too much last night, my head was still slightly dizzy, and I couldn't make sense of it all. I randomly turned on the TV and randomly picked a channel. A little while later, my wife came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, jumped onto the bed, and hugged me. I asked her, "Honey, did you have fun last night?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "Honey, you won't blame me, will you?" I hugged her and said, "Of course not, silly girl." My wife said, "He was really amazing. He basically kept me up all night, doing it five times. I felt like we were back in the early days of our marriage. My back is still sore." I said, "Let's not go out today. You should rest for a day." My wife looked into my eyes and said from the bottom of her heart, "Honey, thank you for everything." I asked her, "When did he leave?" My wife said, "He went back around 5 a.m., afraid you'd see him when you came back. Before he left, he kept asking me, 'Am I being too unfair to my brother?'" I asked my wife, "You didn't tell him I agreed to this, did you?" My wife said, "How could I tell him? Besides, he wouldn't believe me anyway, and it might even scare him."

So, I hugged my wife and slept until a little after 11 a.m., then we got up, washed our faces, and went out for lunch together. We knocked on C's door, but there was no response after a while. Thinking he wasn't in the room, my wife and I were about to turn away when the door opened. C stood there with red eyes, clearly still half asleep. He looked at me, startled. Afraid of embarrassing him, I didn't look directly at him. As I walked into the room, I teased him, "Kid, what mischief did you get up to last night? You're so sleepy!" C stammered, unsure what to say. My wife quickly chimed in, "Hurry up and wash your face, let's go downstairs for dinner." C, as if granted a pardon, agreed and quickly ran into the bathroom. My wife nudged me and whispered, "You're so naughty."

At the lunch table, Little C looked very uncomfortable, his eyes darting around at me. Seeing this, I mischievously said to him, "Kid, judging from my experience, you must have done something bad last night. Are you going to confess, or wait for me to interrogate you?" Little C chuckled awkwardly and didn't say anything. My wife tried to smooth things over, saying, "Don't mind your brother, just eat." I continued, "Hmm, I'll remind everyone else later if anyone's lost their wallets. I bet you were a pickpocket last night." This made both my wife and Little C laugh. The atmosphere returned to normal. After lunch, because it was too hot, none of the three of us wanted to go outside, so we went back to our room to play cards. The afternoon passed in this cheerful, laughing atmosphere.

We stayed another night in Guangzhou. The travel agency's plan was to take the Guangzhou-Shenzhen high-speed train to Shenzhen the next day. The tourist train we had come on was waiting for us in Guangzhou. That night, as we were going to bed, my wife recounted the whole story to me: Shortly after I left, Xiao C came to our room. We chatted at first, then played cards for a while. Later, Xiao C said, "My older brother told me to massage your shoulders before he left." So, my wife obediently lay down on the bed, and Xiao C began massaging her shoulders and legs. The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate, and my wife asked Xiao C, "What kind of girlfriend do you want in the future?" Xiao C said, "I have a girlfriend now, but I just can't seem to find the right feeling, and it's unlikely we'll end up together after graduation." My wife asked, "What kind do you want?" Xiao C said, "I wish I could meet someone like you, sister." My wife said, "Don't worry about that. You're very cute and excellent. You'll definitely meet a girl much better than you in the future. I'm too old, I'm too old." —A normal man in this situation would definitely know what to do next, and so, everything happened naturally…

The next day, on the streets of Shenzhen, my wife, as if deliberately teasing, clung to Xiao C's arm, and Xiao C looked at me nervously. That scene reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf cuddling a Little White Rabbit—except, the Big Bad Wolf wasn't him, it was my wife. I deliberately said to my wife, "You're just tormenting children." My wife proudly replied, "I'm happy to, he's my brother, nobody can stop me."

After a day in Shenzhen, we returned to Guangzhou, taking a bus back overnight. Little C went straight back to school. When we parted, my wife cried her eyes out, making Little C tear up too. We gave him both our phone numbers and told him he could contact us anytime if he needed anything. His home was very close to our city, so we told him he could visit our city during his holidays, and we'd be his tour guide.

On the train back, my wife sat alone on her berth, lost in thought. After a long while, she said to me, "Honey, everything from the past seems like a dream now." I asked, "A nightmare or a beautiful dream?" She replied, "I can't say for sure, but it's definitely not a nightmare." I thought for a moment and said, "Isn't life itself a kind of dream? Like the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly: being a butterfly is a human's dream, but who can say for sure that being a human is also just a butterfly's dream?" My wife didn't speak, just leaned against me silently. I patted her shoulder and said, "Honey, I know you miss him. It's okay, there will be many more opportunities to see each other in the future." My wife said, "Actually, I don't miss him that much as a person, but I keep thinking about what happened these past few days. Even if we see each other again, who knows if I'll still feel this way?" I said, "Don't worry, respond to things as they come, let them go as they go. Take it one step at a time. Don't worry, I'm here for you."

After returning home and resting for two days, we spent those two days together in our own little world. After this trip, I found that my wife had become even more dependent on me. As soon as I left her line of sight for a moment, she would immediately call out, "Honey, what are you doing?"

Two days later, we both went back to work, and life returned to normal.

Around noon, my wife called and asked, "What are you doing right now?" I said, "I'm with a woman." My wife said, "Are you tired of living?" I said, "Are you even reasonable? You can set the whole mountain on fire, but I can't even light a candle?" My wife said, "Seriously, don't just think about yourself, take your daughter out to play when you have time." I said, "Pah, you still remember your daughter? Don't worry, I'm taking her to the amusement park." My wife said, "You old geezer, you call such a little kid a 'woman,' you're worse than an animal." I said, "Stop joking, how's it going between you two?" My wife said, "He's sleeping, he's been on the train for a day and a night, he's exhausted." I said, "It's not just because of the train ride, is it? You two didn't do anything else?" My wife retorted, "What do you think?" I said, "Of course we did." "I can't wait any longer," my wife teased me. "You know it, why are you still asking? You're obviously an idiot." I said seriously, "I'm not arguing with you anymore. If you two are bored at home, you can take him for a walk, but remember, whatever you do, don't walk arm in arm in our neighborhood, or we're both doomed." My wife said, "I know what to do. You're even more nagging than my dad." I said, "That's so true. I am your spiritual father." My wife said, "Honey, I miss you. What should I do?" I said, "You're never satisfied, are you? You're always eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot. You're eating from the pot while still thinking about what's in your bowl." My wife said, "It's not my fault, you spoil me..."

That evening, I returned to my parents' house. After dinner, my daughter, exhausted from the day, went to bed early. I chatted with my parents for a while. Then I went to the balcony and called home, but no one answered. I called my wife's cell phone again. The line was noisy; it turned out she and Xiao C were out having barbecue. I could tell she'd been drinking. My wife, being cunning, didn't forget to ask me, feigning concern, in front of Xiao C, "Honey, are you coming home on time tomorrow?" I whispered, "What do you mean? Haven't you had enough fun yet?" She said, "I miss you. Come home soon." I said, "Don't stay out too late. Come home early." She readily agreed.

The next day at noon, after a reluctant farewell to my daughter, I returned home. The house was spotless. My wife was watching TV on the sofa. When she saw me come in, she rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Let me check if my husband is missing any parts." I swept her into my arms, walked over, and tossed her onto the sofa, saying, "You've got it backwards. I should be checking if you're missing any parts." My wife mischievously said, "It's impossible for you to be missing any parts. Maybe there's even an extra one." I said, "Don't scare me. If you're really pregnant, you'll be the one suffering." After saying that, I sat on the sofa, pinched my wife's nose, and said, "Tell me what naughty things you did yesterday." My wife said, "Don't even mention it. From the moment we got off the train, Little C started getting restless, and I couldn't stop him..."

Apparently, after my wife picked Little C up from the train, she suggested going to have breakfast, but Little C said he had already eaten in the dining car, so the two of them went straight home. They started kissing and caressing passionately without even washing their faces. At my wife's insistence, they took a quick shower, and before they were even dry, they made love in the bathroom. Then, back in bed, they did it a second time. Afterwards, the two lay chatting, and before they knew it, Xiao C fell asleep. During this time, my wife called me. Xiao C didn't wake up until almost dark, and the two went to a barbecue restaurant, ate barbecue, and drank a lot of alcohol. Back home, it was basically another sleepless night.

Speaking of which, my wife went to the computer desk, took out a CD, and said mysteriously, "Want to watch it?" I asked in surprise, "You recorded it?" My wife said, "Yes, I recorded part of it tonight, but let's make it clear first, you can't laugh at me after watching it." I said, "Did Xiao C say anything about recording this?" My wife said, "He was very worried that you would find out, and he kept reminding me before he left. I told him not to worry, I would hide it well."

I took the CD, turned on the computer, and inserted the disc. Scenes that made my blood boil appeared. This feeling was incomparable to any pornographic film, because the female lead in it was my beloved. Just then, my wife quietly came over, knelt between my legs, and unzipped my pants. I stopped her, saying, "Don't be naughty, I haven't washed yet." She replied, "I don't care, I don't mind." Then, resolutely, she took my penis into her mouth… Soon after, the intense stimulation caused me to ejaculate inside her.

Afterwards, lying in bed, my wife nestled against me like a little bird. Perhaps because she was too tired from the previous night, she soon fell into a deep sleep. Looking at my wife's unguarded, quiet face, a wave of tenderness rose from the bottom of my heart. At that moment, I truly felt: the woman in my arms was a part of me.

Life as described in words is a condensation of life, but real life is far more mundane than what is condensed into words.

This matter passed, and my wife and I returned to our peaceful, uneventful lives. Afterwards, my wife and I would occasionally bring up that incident. But not about any specific detail of the event, but rather our psychological exchange about it. Initially, my wife was vaguely worried, afraid of causing me some harm. However, this worry soon dissipated. I would occasionally take out that DVD to watch, but only when my wife wasn't home. I was also afraid that watching such things in front of her would put unnecessary pressure on her.

Men who have been married for a long time often have this feeling: women, in many ways, are more like small animals. When she's docile, she can melt your heart, but when she's unreasonable, she can often make you so angry you want to gag her, tie her up, and throw her into a corner you can't see. However, if you treat her well, this little animal will wag her tail and be affectionate most of the time.

But, one can't always maintain absolute tolerance and rationality, can one? For example, a man might be overwhelmed by work during the day, and when he gets home, he inevitably has to figure out how to deal with a scolding from his boss the next day. At this point, you're likely feeling down and not in the mood for her antics. Then, the problem arises: she connects everything to her imagination, and worst of all, whatever she thinks of, she starts to believe and spout nonsense, like, "Who are you trying to fool with that face? Is it because I gave Mom too much money last month, that you're upset?" Or even more outrageous things: "Last night, I just mentioned having my mom come over, and look at you now, you're a mess. When you're old, your daughter will kick you out too."

Once, I got a terrible scolding from my lousy boss during the day, and he scolded me for nothing... The reason for this was that the mistake had nothing to do with me; fundamentally, the responsibility lay with his misguided command. But rank trumps, and he pointed at me arrogantly in public, launching into a long, rambling speech, spitting all over my face. My head spun, and I yelled back, "You son of a bitch, don't talk back! Tomorrow I'm going to the provincial department and I'll fight you to the death! You shameless bastard, don't ever point your finger at me again, or I'll chop your paws off and use them as a snack!" These words enraged my unprepared superior, who plopped down in his chair. I turned and slammed the door shut, but because the window was open, the suction was too strong, and the glass shattered with a crash. This made things even worse; people from other offices came out to see what was going on. I stormed out of the office, my face cold, and went home. On the way, a colleague called my cell phone, and in my anger, I didn't hesitate to rip the battery out and throw it onto the back seat of my car.

Back home, my mind was filled with this terrible incident. As I calmed down, I started to feel a chill, because my boss was known for his arrogance. I thought: This time, I'm completely ruined. At first, my wife didn't notice my change in mood. After dinner, I sat alone in the living room, lost in thought. My wife finished washing the dishes and went to take a shower. When she came out, she squeezed onto the sofa, stretched her feet out onto my lap, and said, "Cut my toenails." (It's been a habit for years; I've always cut my wife's fingernails and toenails.) I looked at her toenails; they weren't long. I said to her, "Didn't you just cut them a couple of days ago? They're not long now, why cut them?" My wife said, "Who said they're not long? My socks are already bursting." Impatiently, I grabbed her foot and threw it off my lap. As a result, my unsuspecting wife plopped down on the floor. —This is it, I'm completely finished. I won't do anything else all night but appease her. Bowing, kneeling, kowtowing, and even slapping myself a few times—it didn't hurt much. She wouldn't let it go. Furious, I dressed and stormed out. My wife then called my parents, telling my dad, "Dad, your son went out with a rope, saying he's going to commit suicide." My poor parents took a taxi to our house in the middle of the night, forcing me to perform the traditional bowing gesture again and swear I'd never bully her again. Only then did they leave reassured. After

they left, my wife looked smug and said, "You little rascal, you didn't go and kill yourself, huh?" I ignored her and went to sleep in the small bedroom. She, too, seemed quite determined, ignoring me all night.

The next day, I went to work nervously, prepared to give up and fight to the bitter end. Shortly after work started, my boss's secretary rushed into my office and said, "The boss wants to see you." I secretly asked him, "What does he mean? Is he trying to mess with me?" The secretary quickly waved his hand, "Don't ask me, you can't guess what the boss means." I cursed, "Look at you, you're a complete dog." Then I went to the boss's office. Things weren't as bad as I expected. That bastard saw me come in and pointed to the sofa, "Sit down and let's talk." I obediently sat down, but crossed my legs, deliberately acting nonchalant. What the boss said next surprised me: "You really made me angry yesterday. You're just like my old dog temper." — Only a fool wouldn't realize this was an attempt to make amends.

After this incident, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it wasn't worth it. Nothing was wrong at work, but my family was in complete chaos.

Sometimes, when I'm at work, all high and mighty, I often think: "Damn it, I wonder how much these people would vent if they knew I'm treated like a servant at home."

So, to avoid trouble, I never bring my work-related bad moods home. Actually, as a responsible man, I really shouldn't bring work-related frustrations home. It doesn't solve anything; it just distracts my family. My job is different from my wife's. She can tell me about her trivial matters and ask for my advice, but she doesn't understand my job at all, and telling her would only cause more trouble.

Ever since I accidentally threw my wife off the sofa, she's complained to me many times, pouting, "Old man, always saying you're my dad! What kind of father hits his daughter?" I can only explain again and again, "Honey, it wasn't hitting, and I didn't mean to." My wife and I

have a lot of rational communication, but if only rationality remains between husband and wife, that's not a good thing. For example, my wife often shows a unreasonable side. Later, I realized that many of her seemingly unreasonable behaviors were sometimes just deliberate attempts to be affectionate, but other times stemmed from inexplicable frustration. This is perfectly normal; for example, as the advertisement says, "there are always a few days every month," and women experience inexplicable irritability during their menstrual cycle. At these times, reasoning with her is useless; you can only appease her without principle. Similarly, work-related frustrations are sometimes inexplicable. She can only vent to her closest loved ones, and in these situations, you can't and don't need to reason with her; you can only comfort her.

Some say that behind every successful man is a great woman. I think that behind every lovely woman, there should also be a man who knows how to love. I have a major weakness, though in some ways it might not be considered a weakness: I can't bear to see women cry, whether it's my wife or someone else. Whenever I see a woman cry, I feel an urge to cry along with her. I always feel that women are born to be cherished and loved by men. There are no unbeautiful women in this world; what's lacking is men's ability to appreciate and discover beauty. When I told my wife about these thoughts, she said unreasonably, "I'm touched by how you treat me, but if you treat other women the same way, I think you're shameless."

When my wife was pregnant, she asked me many times, "Do you hope it's a boy or a girl?" Without hesitation, I said, "I hope it's a girl, but a boy is fine too." However, my wife preferred a boy and suspected I wasn't telling the truth. A few months into the pregnancy, at my wife's insistence, we decided to go to the hospital to check the baby's gender. Back then, ultrasounds to determine the baby's gender weren't as strictly prohibited as they are now. The female doctor who performed the ultrasound was an acquaintance of mine. After the examination, she said to us with a hint of regret, "It seems like a girl, but I'm not sure yet." Hearing this, I jumped up with joy and said, "Take another look, is it really a girl?" The doctor looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "That's rare. You're hoping for a daughter?" I said, "Of course, but not a girl, but a princess." Only then did the doctor say definitively, "No need for further checks, it's definitely a girl." On the way home from the hospital, my wife said to me, "Now I believe you were sincere when you said you hoped I would have a girl..."

Now, I am fulfilling my promise from back then, both to my wife and my daughter. Perhaps I haven't done enough, but I will not give up trying. Marriage is not a one-person show. When one partner makes a mistake, the other must calmly examine their own actions first. There is no love or hate without a reason. Every event has a cause. For example, a husband will naturally be angry when he discovers his wife has cheated on him. However, in the midst of anger, he must not forget to reflect. If his wife didn't love him, she wouldn't have married him in the first place. Even if she has temporarily given her love to someone else, if you still love your wife, the most important thing is to win her back and not give up easily. Regardless of which partner cheats, it is a fundamental error for both spouses. But can we think about it this way: what if we relax our existing principles a bit? If we relax the principles, wouldn't the nature of the mistake change from fundamental to general? —Principles are the least suitable topic for discussion between spouses.

As the song goes, "No rainbow without rain, no one succeeds easily." Spouses are always the closest people in the world. In decades of marriage, each partner is bound to make mistakes, such as infidelity. However, if you handle these painful experiences properly, they can be transformed into valuable assets. Tolstoy said, "Suffering is the teacher of life." This teacher may be unconventional and difficult for us to accept, but it is precisely because of this that it is all the more worthwhile for us to try.

The opening paragraph of Marguerite Duras's *The Lover* has always deeply moved me, and I quote it here:
"I am now quite old, and one day, in the lobby of a public place, a man approached me. After introducing himself, he said to me: 'I have always known you. Everyone says you were very beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you that, in my opinion, you are more beautiful now than when you were young; your former girlish face is far less appealing to me than your ruined face today.'" "

When you truly understand the meaning of these words, you will be filled with confidence to walk hand in hand with your beloved wife through life. There's a painting I love in my bedroom: an elderly couple, frail and elderly, walking hand in hand along a tree-lined path strewn with fallen leaves. I think there's no more beautiful scenery in the world.

Now, let's continue the story about Xiao C.

During his winter break, Xiao C would often send his wife text messages, mostly just general greetings. However, if she replied with something slightly ambiguous, he would immediately become passionate again. They would occasionally exchange sweet nothings on the phone; sometimes, the mushy things his wife said were things I'd never even heard before.

Once, I asked my wife, 'What kind of feelings do you have for Xiao C?' She said, 'I can't really explain it. Sometimes, my longing for him is quite intense. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm so much younger.' I was a little jealous and said, 'You haven't really fallen in love with him, have you?' My wife honestly said, 'Yes, I have. But this feeling is completely different from the feeling I have for you.'" I think it's all based on my love for you. Without you, all of this would just be a dream. Without you, I wouldn't have had such deep feelings for him, and nothing would have happened.” After saying that, my wife looked at me anxiously and asked, “Honey, do you think I'm a bad woman?” I said, “Yes, you are definitely a bad woman, at least not a good woman in the traditional sense. But I never intended for you to be a good woman.” My wife punched me, saying, “It's all your fault for spoiling me…” I hugged my wife and said, “Sweetie, we won't be good women. Let others be good women. We'll just be happy bad women.”

One night, I was lying in bed reading, while my wife was watching a movie on the computer in the study. Suddenly, my wife ran into the bedroom crying, her face streaked with tears. I was startled and quickly asked, “What's wrong?” My wife buried her face in my arms, not saying a word, but crying even harder. I turned her face to me and asked, “What's wrong? Tell me, I'm so worried.” "My wife choked back tears and said, 'Honey, what if I can't find you in the next life?' I breathed a sigh of relief and said, 'This life isn't over yet, why are you in such a hurry about the next life? Don't be silly.' My wife cried and said, 'No, you'll still be mine in the next life.' I quickly said, 'Okay, okay, no problem, I promise you, I'll still be yours in the next life.' My wife continued, 'Then, when we cross the Bridge of Helplessness, you're not allowed to drink that old woman's Meng Po soup.' I couldn't help but laugh: 'Hey, I'm telling you, are you kidding me? You're over thirty years old, how can you still believe in that?' My wife said defiantly, 'I don't care, you're not allowed to drink Meng Po soup.' I said, 'Don't worry, you know I've never liked soup. When I'm about to die, just let me have a big meal of fish and meat, and bring me two pork knuckles.' My wife said, 'No, I want to die before you, otherwise no one will take care of me.' I said, 'Oh, so you're willing to leave me alone?'" "My wife thought for a moment and said, 'Then let's die together, hand in hand across the Naihe Bridge. You help me throw that wicked Meng Po off the bridge...'

I asked my wife curiously, 'What movie did you watch just now that made you cry like this?' My wife said, 'It was the movie starring Lau Ching-wan, "My Left Eye Sees Ghosts." It was so touching. The soul of a husband who died in an accident was reluctant to cross the Naihe Bridge until he found a man who could take good care of his wife and arranged everything for her before he drank the Meng Po soup.'" "

Later, I watched the movie when I had some free time, and it was indeed a very touching Chinese version of 'Ghost,' surpassing even 'Meteor Shower' from back then. I suggest that couples who haven't seen it should take the opportunity to watch it.

A loving man should first and foremost be a responsible man. Speaking of which, I'd like to recommend a novel to everyone here, called 'Hold On For Me,' by Wang Shuo. When I read this novel, I had just gotten married, and the content sent chills down my spine. I wanted to find Wang Shuo himself and beat him up for writing such a bastard story.

Many people may not have read this novel because it's not one of Wang Shuo's most famous works. The plot is roughly as follows: A married man named Fang Yan introduces a girlfriend to his colleague Guan Shanping. When Guan Shanping arrives at the designated meeting place, the woman doesn't show up..." But Guan Shanping unexpectedly encountered another woman: Zhou Jin. This Zhou Jin was Fang Yan's wife. Zhou Jin and Fang Yan's marriage was not harmonious. Although Zhou Jin deeply loved her husband, Fang Yan was always indifferent to his wife. Later, Guan Shanping encountered Zhou Jin several more times, and the two gradually fell in love. Once, while Fang Yan was away on a business trip, Zhou Jin and Guan Shanping had sexual relations. Throughout this incident, Zhou Jin was filled with deep remorse. She tried many times to end the relationship, but the persistent Guan Shanping refused to give up. Finally, one day, Zhou Jin made up her mind to break off all ties with Guan Shanping. She invited Guan Shanping to her good friend Zhao Lei's house, but after meeting, Guan Shanping forcibly dragged Zhou Jin into the bedroom and had sexual relations with her again without explanation. Afterwards, while cleaning herself up, Zhou Jin said to Guan Shanping, "This is the last time. Let's not see each other again." "After the two left the bedroom, a terrifying scene unfolded: Zhou Jin's husband, Fang Yan, sat in Zhao Lei's living room, his face ashen. While Zhou Jin and Guan Shanping were having that encounter in the bedroom, her husband was right outside the door!"
Left with no other option, Zhou Jin had to accept the reality of divorce. Soon after, she married Guan Shanping, who had always deeply loved her. They were very happy after their marriage, and a year later, they had a lovely daughter. One day, Guan Shanping asked Zhou Jin, "Do you know the place where we first met by chance? Who asked me to go there? — It was your ex-husband, Fang Yan." Zhou Jin was utterly shocked: because she had gone there because Fang Yan had invited her.
It turned out that everything had been planned and arranged beforehand by Fang Yan and Zhao Lei. Zhao Lei's goal was to get Fang Yan, and Fang Yan's goal was to get a divorce. However, after the divorce, Fang Yan did not end up with Zhao Lei; he went alone to an unknown place and disappeared.
At the end of the novel, Zhou Jin, having learned the truth, tearfully said to her husband Guan Shanping, "They wanted to harm us, but unexpectedly, they benefited us instead."

When I first read this novel, I had just gotten married, and this novel almost made me grind my teeth to dust. I couldn't understand how a husband could be such a scoundrel. After years of trials and tribulations, I finally understand the true meaning of that novel: A responsible man, when he no longer loves his wife, will do the following: When I no longer love you, I will arrange everything for you; when I have to leave you because I no longer love you, I will arrange everything for you; I will not leave until I have arranged everything for you; if I cannot ensure that my departure will make you happier, I will not leave. —These words sound bleak, yet they are deeply moving. Imagine, in real life, how many men can do this?

Zhou Jin's words at the end of the novel are actually a major misunderstanding of her ex-husband, Fang Yan. However, this is precisely the essence of the novel; I don't know if this was Wang Shuo's intentional arrangement. But then again, intentional or unintentional doesn't matter; classics are often created unintentionally. —If Zhou Jin could remain in a state of misunderstanding about her ex-husband, it would be more conducive to her wholeheartedly loving her current husband, Guan Shanping, and absolutely not having any lingering affection for her ex-husband. Otherwise, if Zhou Jin realized her ex-husband's true intentions, she would be consumed by longing, gratitude, and even self-reproach for her past infidelity. From this perspective, Fang Yan is a truly responsible and loving man.

Now, let's continue with the story of Xiao C.

Xiao C's winter break was almost over, and school was about to start. Our city was a necessary stop on his way back to school. Once, when my wife was on the phone with him, she handed the phone to me. I said to Xiao C, "You should leave home two days early as planned, so you can spend a couple of days with us." Xiao C declined, saying, "No need, you're all busy with work, that would be too much trouble for you." I said, "It's okay, it would be best if you could come over on the weekend, but it's fine if it's not, we can ask for leave." Xiao C said, "Then I'll go over on the weekend, it doesn't matter if I go back to school a day earlier or later."

The night before Xiao C arrived, my wife was incredibly excited. Hiding under the covers, she secretly asked me, "Dad, you're home this time, can I have sex with him?" I kissed that rascal and said, "Don't worry, Dad knows what he's doing. I'll give you the chance. I'll just pretend to be drunk, okay? Then you can sneak into the small bedroom, and you two can do whatever you want." Hearing this, my wife immediately burrowed under the covers and took my penis into her mouth. I was extremely excited, and I patted her little bottom. She obediently turned over, and we started a 69 position, caressing each other. When I kissed her lovely clitoris with my tongue, I even had the urge to crawl inside her. That night we did it twice, and it was incredibly satisfying. During the second climax, my wife was in tears—she always cries when she reaches her peak of excitement, which I've always found strange. I told my wife, "I want to learn from the camel; once it's full, it can last for days. I can't do it for the next two days to avoid hurting your health."

Little C arrived the next day at noon; the journey was short, only a two-hour train ride. In the morning, my wife and I went to the market and bought a lot of groceries. At noon, I went to the station alone to pick up Xiao C and take him home. Xiao C pretended it was his first time at my house, and as soon as he walked in, he praised my wife, "It's been so long! My older sister is still as charming as ever!" Then, he looked around each room, feigning surprise each time. For example, when he saw my bookshelf, he said, "Wow, boss, you have so many books!" I responded politely, but secretly chuckled to myself, "What are you pretending for? You know this house just as well as I do."

After lunch, my wife and I drove Xiao C to some of our local historical sites, places he had actually visited before. My wife, still very casually, linked arms with Xiao C. I reminded her, "Try to be a little more

serious. What will people think if they see this?" My wife replied in her usual tone, "Tch, he's my brother, who cares?" After the tour, we went home to prepare dinner. My wife cooked, and Xiao C helped out, cleaning the fish and preparing the vegetables. The two of them worked quite well. I lay in bed alone, calling my daughter. I hadn't let her come home this weekend, which had infuriated her. She repeatedly called me a "big bad wolf" and a "bastard dad" on the phone. Only after I made many new promises did she finally forgive me.

At dinner, I drank baijiu alone, while my wife and Xiao C drank beer. I deliberately tried to make conversation with Xiao C: "Hey kid, you were passing through here during winter break, why didn't you tell us?" Xiao C stammered, "I texted my older sister beforehand, saying you were on a business trip, so I went straight home." I thought to myself: Good lad, you'll definitely be a complete scoundrel someday; you've already learned to lie without blushing. During the meal, my wife, feigning drunkenness, kept putting food in Xiao C's bowl. My intuition told me her feet were definitely busy too; she was probably secretly teasing him under the table.

After dinner, my wife cleared the dishes, and Xiao C and I sat in the living room, drinking tea and watching TV, chatting idly. A little while later, my wife finished her work and sat down next to me. She said, "Old man, what kind of poison are you putting on the young man now?" I said, "I can't take it anymore. I've drunk so much I can barely keep my eyes open. You watch TV with him for a while, I'm going to bed." Before my wife could reply, Little C said understandingly, "You two have had a long day, go to sleep. I'll lie in bed and read a book."

After showering, I went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed thinking about what was about to happen in the small bedroom. Recalling the many articles I'd read online about this kind of thing, I was surprised that I wasn't as excited as others described. Soon after, my wife also came back from her shower, wearing her pajamas and slipping into bed. I reached out and touched her; she was naked underneath. I hugged my wife tightly and kissed her haphazardly. My wife whispered to me, "Honey, do you want it?" I said, "Sweetie, no, let's go clean in a bit." My wife said, "It's okay, I can wash again." I pinched my wife's nose: "Spare me, you naughty thing, you almost killed me last night, do you think I'm made of iron?" My wife held my penis and said, "Then I want to kiss it for a while." I said, "Okay, you naughty thing." Under my wife's stimulation, I soon couldn't control myself, rolled over and pinned my wife down. My wife laughed and said, "An iron man is born..." Thinking that I would give this lovely woman under me to someone else in a while, I was exceptionally vigorous, and whispered in my wife's ear, "You lewd bastard." Under my intense thrusting, my wife quickly reached orgasm, and then I ejaculated.

Panting, I got off my wife, this time I was really a little dizzy. My wife hugged me and said, "Honey, if you meet a woman you really like, I'll allow you to fool around occasionally, but you have to let me know, and I'll help you choose." I said, "Don't talk nonsense, the only woman I really like is you." —These words came from my heart; I wasn't just trying to please my wife. I don't know why, but ever since I brought my wife back into my life, it really seems like my heart can't hold any other woman. Moreover, I often can't help but compare other women's flaws with my wife's strengths, and the more I do this, the less desire I have to cheat.

We lay there on the bed, making a rash promise, until it was late at night. I said to my wife, "Go on, honey, don't forget to wash up first." My wife's eyes were a little red, and she obediently said, "Okay, I will. Wait for me, I'll be back in a bit." I patted her cheek, "Sweetie, go on, don't make it sound like we're saying goodbye forever, I'll wait for you." My wife got up, put on her pajamas, got out of bed, walked to the door, then came back, squatted by the bed, and said to me in a serious tone, "Dad, you have to wait for me to come back, you're not allowed to sleep, or I won't forgive you." I lay on my side, face to face with my wife, and I knew very well that she was hiding her embarrassment, because this time was different from the previous two, after all, I was home. I said, "Stop pretending, are you in a hurry? Hurry up and go, stop nagging, you greedy cat." My wife blushed, stood up, and put one leg on the bed as if to get in, saying, "Old man, you're mocking me, I'm not going." I pulled back the covers and said, "That's great, don't go, I regret it now." Hearing this, my wife turned and ran barefoot out of the bedroom. A little while later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

After a few minutes, the water stopped, and I heard the soft sound of a door closing. Then, everything returned to calm in the night. I lay alone in bed, unable to sleep, imagining two people in another room getting all worked up. Thinking of this, I got out of bed and gently opened the door a crack. It was still quiet all around, except for the occasional sound of a car in the distance. I thought about sneaking over to eavesdrop, but then I thought better of it; what if I accidentally made a noise? So, I went back to bed. A moment later, I heard my wife's suppressed yet rapid moans coming from the other end of the line. They had just begun.

Although I was mentally prepared, and I considered myself to have excellent composure, these sounds still triggered a sudden surge of jealousy. This was different from watching the video last time; what was recorded was, after all, a thing of the past. But now, this was happening right now. In that instant, I was overwhelmed with regret. It felt as if I had pushed my beloved woman out the door, as if I had suddenly lost something most precious. Jealousy, remorse, and loss surged through me. I felt as if I would never see my wife again in this life, as if we had parted forever. I felt like I was sinking rapidly into an abyss. My wife's moans still faintly lingered… Suddenly, tears streamed down my face like a burst dam. At that moment, I felt utterly wronged, and I desperately wanted to sob in my wife's arms.

I was in a daze, lost in thought for what felt like an eternity, when I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom again. I knew they were done. Coming to my senses, I quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped the tears from my face. A moment later, my wife quietly came in. She silently got into bed and hugged me, asking, "Dad, are you asleep?" I said, "No, honey." My voice startled both of us. Perhaps because I had been crying for so long, my voice sounded strange, like I had a cold. My wife turned on the bedside lamp, looking at me with alarm: "Honey, you've been crying?" I couldn't hold back anymore, burying my face in my arms, tears streaming down my face again. I choked out, "Honey, do you not want me anymore?" My actions immediately made my wife cry too. She held my head, repeatedly whispering, "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, baby, it's all my fault, I'll never do it again..." At that moment, I just curled up in my wife's arms, silently weeping.

After a long time, my emotions finally calmed down a bit. I said to my wife, who was watching me with fear and anxiety, "Darling, it's not your fault, I was just overthinking. For a moment, it felt like we were separated by life and death." My wife said, "Silly child, how could I leave you? You are more important than my own life." I said, "I know, but when I heard your voice over there, I really couldn't control myself, it felt like I had fallen into an abyss." My wife cried again, saying, "I'm sorry, darling, I hurt you. I'll never do it again. Think about what I've done... Don't be sad, darling. No matter what, you will always be my only one."

That night, we didn't sleep a wink, just holding each other, recalling again and again our journey from meeting, falling in love, to getting married, and all the ups and downs we've experienced in our marriage. By then, I had completely calmed down. I calmly asked my wife, "Honey, how did you feel when you were with him?" She said, "I'm not lying to you at all. I always felt like he was you from over ten years ago. When I was with him, all I could think about was you. It felt like I traveled back in time to our past." Then, filled with apology, she said, "Darling, I was so selfish, I ignored your feelings. I'll never do that again." Looking at her pitiful face, tenderness welled up in my heart again. I said, "Don't say that. I'm just occasionally feeling down, that's normal. I care about you so much, and I'm afraid of losing you, that's why I reacted this way. Don't worry, I can adjust."

Afterwards, whenever I thought of my wife's "time tunnel," I felt a sense of relief—yes, if a time tunnel truly existed in reality, none of us would refuse to return to our youth, to prevent all the mistakes from happening again, and to make all the perfections even more perfect. However, this real-world time tunnel doesn't exist. But while a real time tunnel doesn't exist, a virtual one can be created through our efforts. For example, my wife could bask in the deep affection that had grown between us over time, and at the same time, she could travel back to our past through that virtual time tunnel. How wonderful was that? Who would refuse such a beautiful thing? For my wife, Xiao C was that virtual time tunnel. When I understood this, all my inner conflicts resolved, and my gloomy mood vanished instantly.

The next morning, my wife and I got up early. Although we hadn't slept all night, we were highly energetic. Xiao C hadn't gotten up yet, either because he wasn't fully awake or because he felt guilty about what he'd done the night before and was too embarrassed to come out.
My wife made breakfast and asked me to go wake him. The sound of the door opening startled Xiao C awake. I said, "Get up and eat! Why are you sleeping in so late?" Then I turned and went back to the table. A little while later, Xiao C came over, yawning repeatedly. I teased him mischievously again, "You weren't out burgling again last night, were you? Why are you so sleepy?" My comment startled C, who was yawning, and he chuckled as he sat down to eat breakfast.

During the meal, I told him, "Later, I'll have your sister take you to the mall. She's been wanting to buy you a pair of shoes. I won't be able to go with you; I have to see my precious daughter." C declined, saying, "No need, I have plenty of shoes." I said, "Nonsense, even if you have a lot of shoes, which pair did we buy? You think shoes are cheap? You want a laptop, dream on." C chuckled again, "I have a laptop too." I said, "The important thing isn't the shoes. This is a reward for your thoughtfulness towards women. Your sister has kept the shoes you bought in Zhangjiajie; she can't bear to throw them away. Look at your taste! Those shoes are awful." My wife hit me with her chopsticks, "You're using me and then discarding me! Don't you remember how much trouble those shoes solved?" I continued to say to Little C, "Little donkey, don't worry, I won't kill you. Be secretly happy, you've traded a cheap pair of shoes for a high-end pair, that's the benefit of being considerate of a woman." Little C said, "Then I'll gladly accept your offer, but don't try to fool me with cheap stuff, I have high standards." I said, "Don't worry about that, I'll buy you a cheap pair to wear. When we go back to school and tell our classmates, we'll all be too embarrassed to admit it."

After breakfast, I drove them to the mall entrance. Watching them walk into the mall together, I thought to myself, Little C is probably secretly happy about me: the reward for being considerate of a woman is more than just a pair of high-end shoes, even the woman being considered for is rewarded. Thinking of this, I felt a pang of sadness: young man, you don't understand the subtleties here. As the saying goes: the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the magpie behind it; behind the magpie is a man with a bow and arrow, and behind the man is a ditch. This is real life, and real life is never as simple as 1+1=2.

Back at my parents' house, I took my daughter to KFC in the morning, then to the bookstore to buy her some extracurricular books she liked. In the afternoon, I had a nice nap at my parents' house. Near dusk, my wife called: "Why aren't you home yet?" Still half asleep, I said, "I fell asleep. Don't worry, I'll be right back." My wife said, "Come back quickly, we're waiting for you to eat." My parents had already prepared dinner, so I had to pretend to eat some so as not to disappoint them. After dinner, I played with my daughter for a while longer before leaving my parents' house.

As soon as I entered, Little C showed off his newly bought shoes: "Hey, aren't you jealous? They cost over a thousand yuan!" I said dismissively, "It's like a poor man getting a piece of gold. A pair of shoes costing just over a thousand yuan makes you this happy." Little C said, "Hey, are you kidding me? I'm a poor student. How many poor students can afford such expensive shoes?"—Don't let Little C's words fool you; he is a student, but not poor. His parents are both civil servants; while not extremely wealthy, they are certainly not poor either. Moreover, he's our only precious son; otherwise, why would we have spent thousands of yuan last summer to send him back to school on a tour? But even if we weren't poor, there probably wouldn't be a need to buy such expensive shoes for a child. From this perspective, Little C's excitement was genuine.

After dinner, we watched TV for a while, then washed up and went to bed. Lying in bed, I asked my wife, "What did you two do all day?" My wife said, "After buying the shoes, I went to the bookstore with Little C, and then we came home." I teased her, "What did you do at home this afternoon? Did you do anything naughty?" My wife said, "I swear, no." This puzzled me, so I asked, "Why? How could you two resist?" My wife playfully said, "Because we were so busy doing good deeds that we didn't have time to do anything naughty." I couldn't help but laugh at my wife's antics and asked, "How many times did you do good deeds?" My wife thought for a moment, tilted her head, and said, "Once." I continued to ask, "Only once?" My wife thought for a moment again and said, "Twice." I pressed on, "Only twice?" My wife started to misbehave again, holding up her fingers to count, and then said to me, "Dad, can I borrow your foot for a moment? I don't have enough fingers and toes." I got up, grabbed my wife's foot, and started tickling her soles, which was what my wife feared most, and she begged for mercy.

Actually, after they came home from the street, they only made love once, and then my wife went to sleep because she hadn't slept all night and was very tired. My wife originally wanted to sleep with Xiao C, but Xiao C was terrified I'd come back unexpectedly. Even though my wife told him I'd definitely call before I returned, he was still worried. So my wife slept alone. Xiao C repeatedly came over, kissing or biting her to wake her up. This mischievous behavior drove my wife to her wits' end.

My wife said to me, "I'm increasingly finding this guy just like you were back then." That's true; when my wife and I first got married, I often bit her awake while she was sleeping. I asked my wife, "Are you coming over tonight?" My wife said, "No, I'm going to sleep with my husband." I said, "It's okay, you can come over if you want, or you can come over after I fall asleep, it's up to you." In the middle of the night, as I turned over in my sleep, I realized my wife wasn't beside me. A thought flashed through my mind: that greedy cat has run off again. Then I fell back asleep.

I slept very well that night, and woke up just as dawn was breaking. My wife was sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn't resist giving her a kiss. My wife opened her eyes, looked at me, mumbled, "Ugh..." and went back to sleep.

That morning, we went to the station together to see Little C off. As the train was about to depart, my wife naturally waved to him. Recalling how she cried her eyes out the first time we parted, I chuckled inwardly, a strange thought popping into my head: This child has grown up...

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