Life is a kind of helplessness

"Auntie, how much is this cabbage?" Our dear protagonist, Comrade Xiaohu,
asked an auntie at the market. "Two yuan, don't weigh it, just take it," the auntie replied cheerfully
. "Xiaohu, are you going back to cook for your husband again? Look how diligent you are! If my old man had been this good to me
back then , I would have been so happy. Look at your Xiaoping, she must be so lucky.
I'm so envious! If I had been born 20 years later, I would have married someone like you, hehe."

Xiaohu felt a chill, thinking, "If I married you, what kind of
evil deeds did my ancestors commit in my past life to marry someone like you?" He paid and hurried away, otherwise
he wouldn't have to go back to cook dinner. Just thinking about it made him want to vomit. He picked up the cabbage and slunk away, vowing never to buy cabbage
from this auntie again, no matter how expensive it was.

Then there's my husband, Xiaohu. While he's not as handsome as Andy Lau or
Takeshi Kaneshiro, he's still a grown man, tall and handsome. He's not the kind of strikingly handsome man who's instantly recognizable, but he's the kind of man who can settle down and live a comfortable life. If I had to describe this kind of man, it would be "a gentle, unassuming man."
A woman with this kind of man might not be rich, but she'll at least have happiness. 　　Xiaohu walked home, carrying groceries, planning to cook a nice meal for his darling to reward her. His wife had been working overtime for several days, coming home very late every day. As soon as she got home, she'd wash up and go to sleep without saying much, just saying she was tired and didn't need to wait for him next time, and that she should rest earlier. 　　Seeing how tired she was, Xiaohu didn't say anything. He hadn't felt like being intimate. Every time he lifted her clothes to kiss her breasts, she'd get impatient and say she was tired and didn't want to. Xiaohu could only shrug and turn away to sleep. Today is their anniversary of their first time making love. Xiaohu specially bought a lot of groceries, wanting to cook a cozy candlelight dinner to relive yesterday's passion. 　　On his way home, he passed a five-star hotel. There are many such hotels in Nanjing. When they were dating , Xiaohu and his wife had come to this hotel a few times for secret trysts; it was a familiar spot. In front of the hotel was a lottery ticket booth. Xiaohu saw it and suddenly had a thought: why not buy a number as a gift for his wife? He walked to the ticket booth, thought for a moment, and bought a number. The number consisted of three meaningful sets of digits: Xiaohu's birthday, his wife's birthday, and the date of their first time making love—a number Xiaohu considered lucky. He paid, put the ticket away, and turned to leave. 　　Perhaps life is made up of helplessness. A seemingly beautiful and happy life can collapse in the blink of an eye. Time flows slowly, the streets are still bustling with traffic, but for Xiaohu, this is the darkness of life . He dreams of a beautiful life, but things never go as planned. Perhaps God likes to play jokes on him. 　　As Xiaohu turned around, a scene he would never forget unfolded before his eyes: the woman was slowly emerging from a car—an Audi A6. She often mentioned this car to him, saying that when they had money, they absolutely had to buy an A6, claiming it was her favorite. And Xiaohu always told her, "I like it too. We 'll buy it when we make money, we definitely will." But now, as she got out of the car, a man also got out beside her . She rushed over, nestled in his arms, and they slowly walked into the hotel. 　　Today, she was dressed very sexily; she hadn't worn this outfit that morning. It seemed this man had bought it for her—a tight-fitting dress, paired with Xiaohu's favorite black stockings and high heels. However, she never wore it to him, saying it was too sexy and she couldn't go out in public. Xiaohu didn't know what to feel now; his heart was empty, devoid of thought, just a shell of a body. 　　Xiao Hu didn't know how he got home. He was home, and that was it. He turned on the light, put the groceries on the table, and sat on the sofa, silent and motionless, lost in thought . No one knew what he was thinking. 　　The clock struck seven. It was seven o'clock. Hearing the sound, Xiao Hu finally felt a little more alive. He took out his phone, gripping it tightly, as if he had made a momentous decision. He opened his contacts, pressed the dial button, and made a call. A few ringing tones echoed in the empty room, a little eerie, only making the silence more profound. The call connected, and a woman's voice came through, along with a faint man's breathing. "What is it? I'm busy. Get to the point," the woman said impatiently. 　　"Wife, when are you coming home? I'm going to cook for you." Xiao Hu's tone was calm, like a man waiting for his wife to return, filled with tenderness and affection. "Oh, she won't be home for dinner."

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