My wife is like a needle, piercing my heart. (Chapter 37)

"It's nothing, I was just too excited and lost my composure. Never mind, I won't stoop to your level... Where are you now?" My mother-in-law finally replied to my WeChat message after a long pause. However, the message was short, not the long message I had expected, which surprised me slightly. Something felt off; my mother-in-law had already admitted her mistake? It didn't seem like her strong and domineering personality. But I didn't dwell on it. Feeling inexplicably annoyed, I stopped replying. At the same time, I decided that if my mother-in-law bothered me again, I would just block her.
I lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), and at that moment I truly missed the warmth. Compared to this, my police station dormitory was practically a luxury suite. This place was truly uninhabitable. It was just too late; otherwise, I would have gone straight up the mountain. That night, I huddled in a ball on the cold kang, clutching my uncle's smelly quilt, but I couldn't sleep at all—I was so exhausted. The night felt incredibly long; I could practically count down the seconds. In the morning, I got up very early because I didn't want the villagers to see me.
I picked up my luggage and backpack and started walking up the mountain. However, when I passed the village store, I hesitated for a long time before finally going in to buy some essential supplies and food. I couldn't possibly survive in the wild on the mountain; I needed to eat. Fortunately, the people at the store weren't particularly close to us, so we didn't exchange many words. Carrying my backpack, I walked step by step up the mountain. The scene was exactly the same as when I left my hometown years ago. The weather was quite nice today, sunny and bright.
Upon reaching the mountain, I entered the grove where my parents' graves were located, a place of lush vegetation. But seeing every blade of grass and every tree in the grove, I couldn't help but recall the scenes I'd witnessed in the grove the previous night: Yuan Yuan and my third uncle making love with abandon, completely oblivious to my presence. I felt utterly humiliated. Thinking back to the slight sense of satisfaction and smugness I'd felt yesterday, I truly felt like a complete idiot.
I sat before my mother's grave, placed some offerings, and then began to eat. As I ate, I spoke to my parents' graves, and tears streamed down my face, soaking my mouth and turning the once sweet bread salty. But I continued eating slowly. Do ghosts really exist? They say there are gods watching over us, and good people are rewarded, but why do so many bad and wicked people go unpunished? Like my third uncle, Yuan Yuan, and my mother-in-law—don't they deserve punishment? If my parents are watching from heaven, wouldn't they help me punish them? Sigh…where are the ghosts in this world? Truth is always determined by the strong…
A moment later, my phone beeped with WeChat. I was genuinely surprised to still have a signal here. I glanced at my phone, which still had half a bar of battery left, and saw it was a message from my mother-in-law. It was already morning. I couldn't help but sneer. What other tricks did my mother-in-law have up her sleeve? I opened the WeChat chat window:
"I told Yuan Yuan that you had an urgent case to handle, so I put my phone on silent... Please don't..." Such a simple sentence made me sneer. She was still trying to cover it up at this point, but not for me, but for her precious daughter. Anyway, my phone would run out of battery soon, and there was nowhere to charge it on this mountain. Once my phone was dead, that would be the end of my life.
I didn't reply to my mother-in-law's letter. After resting for a while at my parents' graves, I put my luggage and backpack down there and headed down the mountain. My parents' graves are on the back of the mountain, so I had to cross the highest peak to get there. This side of the mountain leads down to the town, where I planned to buy some things. Then I began my round trip between the town and the mountain. I bought plastic sheeting, a tent, and other essential survival gear and tools, as well as some food. Then I got busy setting up the tent, starting a fire, and cooking. Fortunately, there was a mountain spring nearby. Although the water wasn't much, it was enough for me; it was sweet and refreshing. Surviving here was a good experience. Firstly, it allowed me to calm down, and secondly, being self-sufficient kept me busy and fulfilled, preventing me from thinking about other things.
Time passed day by day, and I couldn't help but wonder where Yuan Yuan and my third uncle were. Were they still at the scenic spot? Or perhaps they had moved to a different one, and it seemed they were on their honeymoon, enjoying their own private world. In these past few days, Yuan Yuan's vagina had probably accumulated quite a bit of my third uncle's semen. Since Yuan Yuan and my third uncle had their affair, they both seemed to have become younger, perhaps because they were in good spirits and full of energy. I, on the other hand, was the opposite; I had a lot more gray hair. Yuan Yuan was distressed and wanted to buy me medicine and dye my hair, but I refused. She thought it was because of work stress, unaware that it was all caused by her and my third uncle. I'm only in my thirties, but I look like a forty-year-old man.
My phone had long since died and shut down; no one could reach me. But surprisingly, I felt a sense of peace. Finally, no one was bothering me. Yuan Yuan, my mother-in-law, the police station, and even those so-called friends—they couldn't find me. Perhaps I had cared too much in the past, exhausting myself. Now, I've essentially given up everything. Although this is escapism and feels pathetic, that's all I want—a quiet life to calm myself down. Only after I've truly adjusted can I find the answers. Otherwise, if I continue like this, I'll surely go crazy.
Every day I cook, wash up, and then gather wild fruits and vegetables to prepare some all-natural medicinal meals. Occasionally, I'll stroll around town. My days are simple yet fulfilling. Most of the time, I climb to the top of the mountain and gaze at the scenery, taking in the views of all the villages and lands below. Watching the cars and people going about their business in the distance, when I can't sleep at night, I'll look at the lights of countless homes, feel the chill of the mountaintop wind, and calm myself down. Many times, I also sit before my parents' graves and talk to them, while also repairing their graves and creating a clearing around them.
Five days later, as evening fell, I sat on the mountaintop again, watching the sunset. Then the village lights came on, and the occasional bark of a dog drifted in. I sat there, hugging my knees, lost in thought. The images of Yuan Yuan and my third uncle kept replaying in my mind. It was impossible for me to truly not care. Whenever I thought of them, I could only feel lonely sadness. I wondered if Yuan Yuan had noticed anything. Was she filled with fear and apprehension? Didn't she sense that my departure was highly unusual? Perhaps she had, but then she seemed to have forgotten, because my mother-in-law's silver tongue was legendary; she could talk the dead back to life.
Perhaps she had already come up with a plan and an excuse to "help" me cover up the matter.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile slightly. I looked up at the village, but I could faintly hear a familiar roar. I was sitting downwind, and the village was upwind, so I could still hear the sound. It was the sound of a car engine. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a car speeding towards the village along the north-south road. Judging from the sound, it was a Land Rover. Was it Yuan Yuan and my third uncle? Did they know where I was? Had they come to pick me up? But then I shook my head slightly. My excitement had just risen and then subsided. The two of them were there to help my third uncle pack his things. After all, that was one of the purposes of this trip. They hadn't packed before coming because they were going on vacation, so they must have come back to pack now that their trip was over.
Five days later, they actually came back. That means they spent five more days together after I left. I couldn't imagine them eating intimately face-to-face, then sightseeing together, and finally, back at the hotel at night, engaging in passionate lovemaking. Had I imagined it? At that moment, I didn't know why I cared so much. I clenched my fists and ran down the mountain. The night was dark, and the mountain path was rugged. I don't know how many times I stumbled and fell as I made my way down. The Land Rover turned past the village and headed towards it, towards Uncle's dilapidated house…

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