[Parents' Meeting] Author: Unknown

Parent-Teacher Meeting
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(Prologue)
Just one more month… Sitting in front of the computer screen, proofreading almost identical official documents, I couldn't help but calculate
the remaining days of this junior office worker's career and dream of retirement. Thanks to early marriage, my youngest
daughter, the youngest of my four children, graduated from university this year. Although we didn't have a solid financial foundation when we were young, and the children came early and frequently,
my wife and I really worked hard and saved for several years. But now, as long as my little sister
finds a job smoothly, just like her older brothers and sisters, my task of raising these children for this period can come to an end.
Unfortunately… my unfortunate wife was diagnosed with terminal cancer the year my little sister entered high school, and
passed away after only two months in the hospital. Fortunately, the children are all well-behaved and sensible, sharing a lot of the household
chores with me, their father who has to support the family, and they are all very promising and studying hard. To be honest… I'm not exactly suffering too much as a single dad.
But the emotional pain is another matter entirely. Of course, because of my closeness to my children (perhaps
especially so since my wife left us), I don't lack in familial affection, but regarding
the intimacy of our marital relationship, especially after the unforgettable intimacy we shared, living alone always brings
a very real sense of lack.
My wife wasn't a stunning beauty, but I was captivated by her pure and lovely appearance the first time I saw her
. What's even more amazing is that after marriage and children, her figure didn't change at all; she didn't
look like a haggard housewife at all, but rather always looked like a young schoolgirl. Whenever I see my wife's youthful face, her shapely
legs, and her beautiful little feet, I can't help but get excited, which is
why we had four children in six years right after we got married. (Later, my wise wife quickly got a tubal ligation.)
Even after becoming a mother of four, my wife still fascinated me. Pregnancy and childbirth didn't thicken her waist, and even her slender fingers and toes didn't 　　become thick and round or wrinkled
like many pregnant women do after a period of swelling . The only noticeable change was that her breasts and nipples became larger, but 　　the sagging wasn't obvious, and the color of her nipples remained a smooth, light brown. In short, my wife's body always 　　satisfied me and I couldn't get enough of her. My considerate and charming wife would 　　always respond to my frequent advances with a charming smile, as long as she was sure the children wouldn't see. In my memory, she never seemed to refuse or even 　　show any reluctance... 　　After my wife passed away, some kind people introduced me to several women, but compared to my wife, I always 　　felt that nothing else mattered. Plus, I worried about whether the children would accept it, so I continued to live a single 　　life. As for my sexual needs, especially the "appetite" I developed living with my wife, I 　　must shamefully admit that I've tried to satisfy them through monetary transactions. However, no matter how accommodating the prostitutes were 　　, I couldn't accept their insincerity, or the helplessness and indifference behind their masks. Ultimately, 　　despite a burning desire, I only "resolved" it myself when I truly couldn't suppress it anymore. 　　Fortunately, between work and childcare, I'm mostly too busy to think about other 　　needs... 　　※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ 　　"Xiao Lu, how's it going?" Old Fang's voice came from the other end of the phone. Although he's a master negotiator and 　　knows how to avoid sounding submissive when asking for favors, after working with him for 　　over a decade, I could still sense his hidden urgency: "There shouldn't be any problems, right?" 　　"There shouldn't be any problems..." I've always been too lazy to keep him in suspense; I'm always straightforward and honest 　　with him. Perhaps this is why Old Fang, who is considered shrewd, stingy, and snobbish by all his colleagues, 　　has me, a genuinely kind-hearted friend. At this point, I honestly replied, "My sister's lease 　　doesn't expire until the end of the month, but she and her roommate are traveling abroad. You can view the apartment anytime you want 　　..." 　　"Me?" Old Fang deliberately coughed twice before saying, "Sigh... I can't leave here, you know 　　..." His voice clearly showed a broad smile. Old Fang had been working at his new company for ten years 　　and had been stationed in mainland China for four. In our small circle, it was widely rumored that he had "booked" a place there, 　　which was why he was so happy and only came back twice a year. 　　"Then...?" 　　"Jenny will contact you. Just show her the apartment, that's all..." Old Fang finished his "instructions," exchanged 　　a few more polite words, and then hung up. 　　Old Fang is eight years older than me, but he got married much later. His only daughter with Jenny is 　　starting university this year. His precious daughter got into the same school as my younger sister. My younger sister is graduating soon, and she and her roommates 　　will be moving out of their rented apartment, so Old Fang has his own plans... 　　The public university my younger sister attends used to be known for its floods and was considered to be in the suburbs. However, 　　thanks to urban development over the past decade, commercial districts have emerged, tourist attractions have been developed, and real estate prices have been 　　rising steadily. As a result, the rental market has also become extremely expensive, which has hurt students who need to rent apartments. Now they either 　　have to grit their teeth and rent expensive apartments, or they can only live in old, scattered rental houses far from the campus and the city center, in chaotic environments 　　. 　　Heaven still had mercy on our poor, simple, and honest single-parent family: although our 　　home near the flood channel wasn't exactly far from C University, my wife's cousin happened to own property not far from the university. 　　Before land prices skyrocketed, he bought a small 　　apartment in a well-located, well-built building. When our eldest child was about to go to university, my cousin generously "rented" the apartment to him and 　　one of his classmates. This generous cousin also readily promised that if our child could get into that university, he 　　would definitely rent the apartment to us. And all four children lived up to expectations and went on to attend that university, during which time the siblings also...

Having been a "roommate" on and off, I've now successfully completed my "class-based mission" of renting the small apartment...
This time, Lao Fang, for the sake of his precious daughter, wants me to ask his cousin if he
intends to take back the apartment. If not, is it possible to rent the room to his daughter and her roommate? Although I've already made it very clear to Lao Fang that even if his cousin still plans to rent out the apartment, he obviously 　　won't charge rent as low as what we pay—penny-penny rent—
for non-family members . However, Lao Fang still enthusiastically wants me 　　to "show" the apartment to his wife first, probably planning to use his signature "persuasion" technique if she approves... 　　※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ 　　To be honest, Lao Fang's wife is kind of my colleague, but we're not that close. I 　　can't say there's anything wrong between us; it's just that we're on different wavelengths. 　　Old Fang and I used to work together at this small factory—we were OEM manufacturers back then. I was a lowly 　　clerk in the general affairs department, while Old Fang, with his quick tongue and ambitious spirit, ran the sales business. When he was single, he 　　often came to our house, and my wife and I didn't mind much—we already had several children to feed, so another 　　single man wouldn't add much burden. Even after the company expanded and Old Fang 　　moved with the boss to a building in the city, while I stayed on the west bank of the Tamsui River with the production department, he would still often come 　　to our house for dinner after work before going back to his rented apartment nearby. 　　Later, I heard that Old Fang, nearing forty, was dating a much younger 　　girl with good qualities (her father was a wealthy businessman who had returned from overseas). However, Old Fang was very protective of their relationship and 　　rarely mentioned it. Around that time, our youngest daughter came to live with us, and our small apartment felt crowded and busy ( 　　which I enjoyed), so Old Fang gradually stopped coming over as often. 　　When Lao Fang got married, our family went to the wedding banquet. At that time, I only remembered that Lao Fang's wife was very 　　petite. The children (mainly the two daughters) insisted that the bride was incredibly beautiful, but I felt that women wearing 　　that kind of generic "bridal makeup" all looked similar, and you couldn't see their own appearance or temperament. 　　However... girls, you know, they dream of the bride in her dress and jewelry, and don't really care whether the person is beautiful or 　　not. Every bride is as beautiful as an angel. After Lao Fang got married, he moved to the city. 　　When I saw Mrs. Fang again, she was eight months pregnant. We 　　met at a product launch party at the company. When I saw her that time, I was a little shocked. Lao Fang's wife looked... 　　so swollen! Her face looked like a crescent moon, and with her high cheekbones, you could hardly see 　　her slender eyes. 　　Mrs. Fang was wearing a maternity dress. The material and style might have been decent, but her heavily pregnant belly 　　made any dress look… well, it just looked like a maternity bra. Further down, she wore 　　low-heeled sandals without ankle straps. The material might not have been bad, but her pale feet, swollen from toes 　　to heels, and her pink toenail polish, only accentuated the swelling—making 　　her small feet appear like "fan feet." 　　Seeing Mrs. Fang's swollen and sluggish movements, I knew Mr. Fang shouldn't have brought her out 　　. Mrs. Fang, with her large belly, was clearly uncomfortable, but what could he do? She was Mr. Fang's wife. 　　He was determined to take advantage of this opportunity to eat a nice meal without spending money. He probably wished his pregnant wife 　　could also have a free meal. Thinking about this, I felt a little sorry for Mrs. Fang. 　　The image of Mrs. Fang as a "pregnant woman" was completely overturned after she gave birth to her daughter. Mr. Fang's father-in-law, 　　feeling 　　sorry for his daughter and granddaughter, bought an apartment in the newly built building, allowing them to move into a 　　much larger new home. During the two months of renovations, to save on rent, Mr. Fang's family temporarily moved into 　　a small, illegally constructed room with a toilet on the top floor of a factory dormitory. 　　During that time, Mr. Fang's wife frequently visited our home: firstly, their temporary accommodation was 　　too small; secondly, having her help at our house not only helped with the child but also provided Mrs. Fang, 　　a new mother who felt depressed about being confined to a "backward area," with someone to talk to, relieve her boredom, and seek advice from. Our 　　four little girls also adore that baby. Two of my daughters constantly talk about "pretty auntie," 　　endlessly chattering about her clothes and appearance. 　　Honestly, I've also noticed that Mrs. Fang has become unrecognizablely beautiful. The swelling from her pregnancy has completely subsided, 　　leaving no trace. She used to have a small, oval face, and her lovely cheekbones have become more prominent. 　　Her eyes, which used to seem almost squeezed into thin slits, haven't become much rounder, but even her long, narrow eyes 　　seem perfectly suited to her smaller face—a delicate beauty with a touch of allure. 　　Old Fang's wife's most outstanding quality, and the one my daughters admired most, was her fashionable attire. 　　Whenever she went out, she was always dressed from head to toe like she was in a fashion show. Even her baby daughter in the stroller 　　was dressed in high-end baby clothes bought from a brokerage. Compared to the mothers and grandmothers in our neighborhood at that time, who were either tightly wrapped in black shirts and 　　pants or wearing loose printed overcoats, she stood out like a crane among chickens. 　　No wonder my daughters exclaimed that this auntie dressed "like a princess" (nowadays little girls might say "like a Barbie 　　"). 　　Because I married a wife with beautiful and charming little feet, I began to pay attention to women's feet, consciously or unconsciously. 　　What's amazing is that almost every woman has a pair of feet, but feet as white, smooth, delicate, without 　　cysts or calluses, with moderately long toes, neat toenails, and looking as soft and boneless as my wife's are really rare. And 　　Mrs. Fang... had a pair of little feet that I couldn't help but peek at. 　　At that time, bright-colored closed-toe shoes were in fashion, and women who exposed more of their feet were mostly those who neither 　　cared about fashion nor had the means to show their feet (such as a large group of middle-aged women in the neighborhood who wore slippers all day long).

For someone like me who enjoys admiring beautiful feet, it was a "dark period," but thankfully I had my wife's beautiful
feet to admire and play with. During those two months, whenever I came home and saw a pair of shiny, single-
color (sometimes black, sometimes white, sometimes pink, sometimes bright red, and I think even blue) high heels by the door
(thank goodness for the Taiwanese custom of removing shoes before entering the house), I couldn't help but feel excited. My wife, Fang's young
wife, wearing reflective stockings (matching her clothes and shoes) in the latest fashion
, had beautiful little feet waiting for my gaze!
My wife, being so kind, easily noticed my interest in her feet, but she just teased me playfully
and "punished" me a few times in bed (which I, of course, gladly accepted), and that was it.
Honestly, back then I simply enjoyed looking at Mrs. Fang's bound feet; I had absolutely no ulterior
motives towards her…
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When the renovations on Old Fang's house were almost complete, Mrs. Fang eagerly supervised the workers
moving their belongings into the new home, and our close relationship with the Fang family came to an end. Although neither of our families
intentionally distanced themselves, we were both busy with work, children, and life, so naturally, we didn't have much contact
.
In the following years, we only saw Mrs. Fang two or three times a year at company events,
and she maintained her fashionable style—trying to keep up with trends while cleverly choosing
clothes that suited her figure. Living in the northern part of the city, between a shopping district filled with foreign boutiques (and many foreigners
), and a nationally renowned night market, must have provided Mrs. Fang, who loved fashion, with an even greater
advantage.
Unfortunately, for several years during that time, half of my opportunities to see Mrs. Fang were during company outings and
trips. This meant that although I could see her dressed in lively, stylish, and fashionable casual wear, her
beautiful little feet were always confined to trendy sneakers, preventing me from appreciating them. And
for several years, closed-toe shoes were all the rage, so even at company dinners, I had no chance to see Mrs. Fang's beautiful feet.
Only on two or three very formal occasions did I see her in strappy high heels, and... well, that
can only be described as "stunningly beautiful" (or perhaps "stunningly beautiful feet"?).
Old Fang's job change was a pleasant surprise for us old colleagues. Actually, at that time, we
two "veteran" employees had already reached junior management positions. Lao Fang became
one of the "team leaders" in the sales department, and I became the head of the general affairs department. However, in hindsight, his job-hopping was probably
related to his recent stock market losses. In addition, he and his wife decided to send their
only daughter to a private six-year secondary school known for its strict discipline, so financial pressure
was probably one of the reasons that drove him to "choose a better place to stay."
Lao Fang's shrewdness was that he handled his resignation very smoothly, without offending anyone. This
can be seen from when his wife passed away. When Lao Fang and his wife attended the funeral, although they had been gone for more than three years,
everyone from the boss to the junior staff treated him like an old friend, warm and friendly without any awkwardness. I think the only person who felt a little uncomfortable was me. Lao Fang actually asked me to help 　　his wife find a job at the company
during my wife's funeral .
However, seeing him repeatedly apologizing as he pulled me aside, and
his expression as if he was about to cry, I guessed he really had no other choice. Plus, he and his wife were genuinely crying
uncontrollably for his wife, so I didn't hold it against them at the time. But another thing that bothered me was that finding a job for Mrs. Fang
resulted in her misunderstanding me, making me feel like I had ulterior motives.
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When Mrs. Fang first started working at the company, she was in the general affairs department under me. But I quickly realized that Mrs.
Fang wouldn't be content with a job like ours, storing light bulbs and purchasing report paper. Fortunately, I didn't need to worry about her
. I often ran into the tactful Mrs. Fang having lunch with senior staff and even supervisors from other departments.
Sure enough, not long after, she was transferred to the quality control department at the other end of the factory to do data work.
I knew that Fang Tai's ambitions lay elsewhere than in general affairs, and my department wasn't actually short of staff. So,
I not only didn't hinder her from seeking a new position, but I also encouraged her to take the plunge. Therefore, we maintained
a friendly working relationship. Although our offices were at opposite ends of the factory, we would always greet each
other and even chat for a few minutes when we met.
Fang Tai's style remained fashionable. Although she worked in the factory, she dressed
like a sophisticated young woman who loved designer brands. Coupled with her naturally charming appearance, she became
the object of female colleagues' admiration and male colleagues' furtive glances. However, even in our remote city
, rapid development was underway. Walking down the streets of the emerging commercial district, even Fang Tai's attire was no longer considered overly
striking.
God is fair, isn't he? As fashion trends shift, women's shoes (especially in summer) have gradually
transitioned from closed-toe shoes to various styles that openly expose the toes. And generally, people wear shoes barefoot, without stockings
, giving those who love admiring beautiful feet even more opportunities for eye candy. Even if you see many
feet that shouldn't be exposed, or vulgar shoes that shouldn't be worn, occasionally seeing beautiful feet paired with elegant shoes
is still a captivating experience.
The worst part is, I already knew that Lao Fang's wife had a pair of fair and alluring little feet;
a large part of her pursuit of fashion certainly includes adorning her beautiful feet. In winter, it's fine; Lao Fang, who is sensitive to the cold, mostly wears elegant yet cute
long and short boots. But in summer… I find myself starting to think: Will I run into her today?
What kind of shoes will she be wearing? Will I have a chance to steal a few more glances? Yes, at first I was always
aware that my wife had only recently passed away, and that Mrs. Fang was a friend's wife whom I "couldn't mess with," so I felt a little uneasy. But
gradually, I realized that I was simply admiring her beautiful feet and had no impure thoughts, so...
I managed to overcome my inner turmoil.
That day, by chance, I went to the quality control department to change the battery for a carbon monoxide alarm, and happened
to stop next to Fotile's desk. She looked up, smiled, and greeted me before heading off to her computer screen
. I took the alarm from the clerk on the ladder, and while writing the date in my logbook, my peripheral vision
caught a glimpse under Fotile's office chair. And just like that, my reputation was almost tarnished
…
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On Saturday half-days, we usually don't have any external projects scheduled (meetings, client visits,
factory tours, etc.). An unwritten but agreed-upon tradition is that we can dress more casually on those days.
Although it was the height of summer the day of the "collision," the factory wasn't operating, so the air conditioning wasn't
on to save electricity; only a few barely functional fans hummed softly.
Old Fang's wife was wearing a summer dress—a short, brown dress with delicate floral patterns. The sleeveless cuffs
revealed her slender, white arms and neatly shaved armpits. From my vantage point, I could admire her
beautiful legs, which were exposed from the lower half of her thighs. Her fair, slender legs were crossed and bent in her elegant sitting posture. Her beautiful
, delicate feet were encased in mid-heeled sandals, with delicate straps hooking around her toes,
making her ten toes appear even more adorable. The back of the shoes lacked ankle straps, highlighting
the smooth, soft skin of her heels.
"Section Chief, all done..." said the employee who had replaced the alarm's batteries and reinstalled it on the ceiling, as he retracted
the aluminum ladder, preparing to follow me to the next section.
"Hmm..." I pretended to flip through the record book in my hand, replying without looking up, "You guys go to the next
one, I'll be right there..."
"Okay..." One of the clerks carried a ladder, another pushed a cart (thinking of Makiko Esumi? Not so
lucky! Our general affairs department only has male staff...), and left through that area of desks.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around, I greedily glanced at Mrs. Fang's feet a few more times, but to my dismay
, she turned around and saw me staring intently at her beautiful feet. Mrs. Fang's expression clearly became
very unnatural, and she immediately turned her lower body, placing her legs under the desk where I couldn't see them.
With a forced smile on her face, she asked, "Are you done?"
"Hmm... done..." I tried my best to act like nothing was wrong and fled the scene in a fluster. Although Mrs. Fang still greeted me
with a smile, a hint of disdain was clearly visible in her eyes…
From that day on, although she would still greet me whenever I saw her, I could still
sense her coldness, and we saw each other much less often, indicating that she was deliberately avoiding
opportunities to run into me.
The entire incident had virtually no actual impact on me; Mrs. Fang probably didn't
complain to anyone, so no one likely noticed the awkwardness between us. However, I
couldn't suppress my resentment… Actually, I wasn't
the only man in the company who noticed Mrs. Fang's fashionable attire and alluring appearance. Moreover, I felt that she herself might not even care about men's advances,
especially towards her supervisor or other powerful men. She allowed them to linger around her, even
actively approaching them, letting them admire her to their heart's content. Of course, in this male-dominated environment, it's not unreasonable for a woman to know
how to use her assets wisely. Moreover, as far as I know, Mrs. Fang has never had an affair with any man.
The fact that those men could see her but not have her perhaps only amplified her alluring, ambiguous influence
.
What I find unfair is that other men used vulgar language behind Mrs. Fang's back to describe
what they wanted to do to her, or stared at her with lustful eyes, while I at that time had absolutely no sexual
fantasies about her. It's not that I'm a saint, or lacking testosterone, but I always thought of her as a "friend's wife"—I
was simply captivated by her beautiful feet, yet she punished me with "refusal to associate with her"!
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To find a place for my precious daughter, Mrs. Fang seems to have (at least temporarily) lifted her punishment on me
. I was still waiting for her call to discuss looking for or renting a house, but unexpectedly, she walked through the factory herself,
appeared at my office door, and smiled as she spoke: "Section Chief Lu..."
"Sister-in-law Fang..." I addressed her as I always had, "Please sit down. And... don't call me
Section Chief anymore, just call me Xiao Lu like you and Brother Fang used to..."
Mrs. Fang sat down in the chair next to my desk, saying noncommittally, "How could I possibly accept that?"
After taking a quick look at Mrs. Fang, I noticed that she was wearing a rather formal business suit—a beige
blouse with a small lace collar, over which was a light gray suit jacket, and matching
gray trousers. The loose trouser legs revealed a section of her fair instep, but her long, pointed black high heels almost
completely concealed her feet (especially her ten alluring toes). In my opinion, her attire
might be because she had "important business" to ask me for, and she dressed up to show seriousness; or it might be because she already had
a prejudice against me as a "pervert," and she came to see me completely covered up; or perhaps I was still "stuck" with
the unpleasantness of being misunderstood by her. I always felt that the latter was the main reason.
"This time we have something to ask you..." Old Fang's wife always had that faint smile on her face:
"Old Fang has probably explained everything to you, right?"
"Yes...yes..." I responded to Mrs. Fang's question, and suddenly I had an idea to express my
displeasure to her, so I deliberately let my eyes occasionally glance at Mrs. Fang's feet, especially
the right foot that was crossed in front of her legs. Once I was sure Mrs. Fang had noticed that I was staring at her feet, I calmly said,
"Don't mention it. I'm not busy after work anyway. Just give me a call whenever you're free to look at the apartment
..." As I spoke, I wrote the apartment's address on a piece of paper and handed it to Mrs. Fang: "
Let's arrange a time to meet downstairs there..."
"There's no time like the present..." I could sense a slight unease in Mrs. Fang's smile. "Are
you free tomorrow?"
I could guess that Mrs. Fang didn't like this errand and probably wanted to finish it quickly. I nonchalantly
replied, "Sure...how about we meet at noon..." At this point, my gaze was already fixed on her feet,
no longer bothering with feigned avoidance. "
Hmm
...that's fine then..." Mrs. Fang stood up from her chair, not wanting to linger a minute longer on this
lecherous man who wasn't of much use to her. I thought, she must really hate the idea of going house-hunting with me tomorrow
? Maybe she only came to me after arguing with Old Fang for ages?
Just as Fang Tai was about to leave my office, she finally couldn't hold back her grievances and had a small
outburst. She turned around, her smile changing from indifference to disdain, and said, "Little Lu (this
time I'm not 'Section Chief Lu' anymore), can I ask you a question?"
I said to myself: Here it comes... I casually looked at the displeased Fang Tai, and suddenly found that her little face
was quite cute when she was angry—much more genuine than her insincere smile. I didn't answer, just smiled
and nodded.
"You..." Fang Tai hesitated slightly, then said, "It's okay if you don't want to answer,
but... why... why do you always seem to be staring at me... and my legs like that?"
"This... ah?" I pretended to be caught out, a little surprised, and a little ashamed: "You've been seen through..."
Fang Tai became even more unreasonable, crossing her arms and frowning at me.
"I'm sorry... I... I..." I scratched the back of my head and said with difficulty, "This really... seems very
rude..."
"Seems like?"
"Yes... yes..." I stammered, "It seems... probably... like I was looking at your... legs
... but... actually... I was looking at your... shoes..."
"Shoes?" Mrs. Fang's face showed a look of doubt and disdain. She probably thought she had exposed some
bizarre fetish of mine...
"Uh..." I still deliberately hesitated before speaking, "This..." I pointed to the long, pointed
part of her shoes, "These are what you call witch's pointed shoes, right?"
"Hmm..." Mrs. Fang's face showed a little surprise, probably not expecting the conversation to change like this, "
You... um..." She just nodded and didn't say anything more. "
Hehe
... I'm sorry, well... my two daughters really love shoes. Every time they're together, they chatter away
about which styles are trending and which aren't, so without realizing it, I've... learned some common sense..."
I pretended to be embarrassed. After all, a man (not a gay man) shouldn't know too much about women's clothing and
shoe trends, right?
"Really?" Mrs. Fang, who hadn't expected my "confession" to be so nonsensical,
didn't know what to say. Perhaps thinking about a grown man being surrounded by two little girls who kept talking about fashion,
a few smiles appeared on Mrs. Fang's face.
"Um... so, I hope you don't mind... but I was just looking..." I gestured with my hands to show
the length of Mrs. Fang's witch-like shoes: "They're... a bit long, and they look... but... not bad, so I don't understand
..."
"Don't understand what?"
"Hehe... nothing..." I deliberately stopped talking: "You shouldn't take what kids say seriously
. I'm really sorry..."
"No... no..." Mrs. Fang's curiosity was piqued: "What are your sisters saying? It's okay... tell me for
my opinion..."
"Hey! Don't ask anymore..." I gently changed the subject: "When it comes to taste in clothes,
how can those two little blonde girls compare to you? Don't listen to their nonsense..."
"Tell me..." Mrs. Fang couldn't stop: "I won't be angry..."
"This..." I hesitated for a moment, "My eldest daughter told my youngest daughter that witch shoes aren't fashionable anymore
, and we shouldn't wear them anymore... well, anyway, they said they're not fashionable anymore..." I added with a dismissive
expression and shrugged, "What do they know..."
"Sigh..." Mrs. Fang's face fell, "They're right. I just didn't expect
people to notice here..." ("Here"? Is our place that backward?)
"Sister-in-law Fang... I'm a man, of course I don't understand these things, but..." I said in a comforting tone
, "It's better to dress with your own taste than to follow trends, and you... you're just a little..."
"A little what?" Mrs. Fang seemed both expectant and afraid of what I might say.
"You're kind of like... what people call a 'clothes hanger'..." I didn't want to sound too knowledgeable, so I
said in a slightly awkward tone, "I think you've always dressed... how should I put it... very stylishly, it's just that
in recent years you've... come back to that style... but, it's not really noticeable... that your outfits are well-coordinated."
"Huh? Even that's... so obvious?" Mrs. Fang sighed, somewhat dejectedly. However, I knew I was
right. Although she tried to use clever styling to cover it up, I noticed that in recent years, Mrs. Fang would
wear some clothes that I had seen her wear a few years ago again. The difference is that what she wore before was clearly fashionable clothing, but later
it became a "recycled" style of dressing, especially after Lao Fang went to the mainland, this
phenomenon became more and more obvious...
"Sister-in-law...actually, I really admire you..." I said in a sincere, low voice, "From the past, I've heard
the older and younger girls in the family say...that you're a fashionable woman who knows a lot about fashion. But...these past few
years, you've been supporting the family alone and taking care of the children's schooling, the burden must have been heavy, so I can see that you've
sacrificed what's very important to you for these things. I think, no matter what you wear, you're
a very good mother..."
"Hmm..." I might have misread it, but Mrs. Fang's face seemed to be a little red: "Sigh, I'm not that great..."
"Heh...heh..." Her somewhat domineering and hostile aura had obviously disappeared: "Let's not talk about this anymore.
Is it settled for tomorrow?"
After I nodded, Mrs. Fang walked out.

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