Let me tell you my story with my wife, slowly.

(25)

Continuing with the story about Xiao C.

Xiao C's winter vacation was coming to an end, and school was about to start. Our city was
on . Once, when my wife was on the phone with him, she handed the phone to me, and I said to Xiao C, "
You should leave home two days earlier than 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 on the weekend, 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 was to arrive, 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's going on. I'll give you the chance.
I'll just pretend I'm drunk, okay? Then you can sneak into the small bedroom, and you two can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, my wife immediately shrank 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 69, 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 need 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, "Long time no see! 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, "What are you pretending for? You
know 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, as always, casually clung to Xiao C's arm. I reminded her, "
Try to be a little more serious. What will people think if they see you like 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 was lying in bed alone, calling my daughter. I hadn't let her
come home this weekend, which had infuriated her. She kept calling 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 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 into Xiao C's bowl. My intuition told me her
feet weren't idle either; she was definitely secretly flirting with him under the table.

(26)

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 and sat down next to me, saying, "Old man,
what kind of poison are you putting on the young people now?"

I said, "I can't take it anymore, I've drunk so much my eyes are blurry. You keep him company while he watches
TV , I'm going to bed."

Before my wife could reply, Xiao C said understandingly, "You two have been working hard all day, go to sleep, I'll lie in bed
and read a book."

After showering, I went back to the bedroom, lying in 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 pajamas and getting 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, "That's how an iron man is born..."

Thinking that I would give this lovely woman under me to someone else in a while, I was exceptionally brave, 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 vet her."

I said, "Don't talk nonsense, the only woman I really like is you."

—These words came from my heart; I didn't mean to deliberately 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 in bed like that, indulging in random passions, until it was late at night. I said to my wife, "Let it go, darling."
"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 little face: "Good girl, go ahead, don't make it seem like we're parting 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 at 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 to me, "Old
man, you're mocking me, I'm not going."

I lifted the covers and said, "That's great, don't go, I regret it now."

Hearing me say that, my wife turned and ran out of the bedroom barefoot. A little while later,
the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

(Twenty-seven)

After a few minutes, the sound of water stopped, followed by the soft sound of a door closing, and then everything
returned . I lay alone in bed, unable to sleep at all, imagining
two people in another room having a passionate encounter. Thinking of this, I got out of bed and gently opened the door a crack.
It was still quiet all around, with only 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 and lay down again.
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, darling."

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 and looked at me with a look of alarm: "Darling
, you've been crying?"

I couldn't hold back anymore. I buried my face in my wife's arms, tears streaming down my face again. I choked out, "
Darling, 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 just now, 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 will 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 held each other, recalling again and again our journey from meeting, falling in love, to
getting married , and all the ups and downs we had 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 . 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 wonderful thing? For my wife, Xiao C was that virtual time tunnel. When I
understood this, all my inner knots untied, and my gloomy mood vanished instantly.

(Twenty-eight)

The next morning, my wife and I got up early. Although we hadn't slept all night, we were in high spirits.
Xiao C hadn't gotten up yet, either because she wasn't fully awake or because she was embarrassed to come out after doing something wrong the night before.

My wife had prepared breakfast and asked me to go wake him. The sound of the door opening startled Little C awake. I said, "
Get up and eat! Why are you sleeping in so late at such a young age?"

Then I turned and went back to the table. A moment later, Little C came over, yawning repeatedly. I mischievously
teased him again, "You little rascal, did you go to be a thief again last night? Why are you so sleepy again?"

Little C's yawn was startled back down by my words, and he chuckled as he sat down to eat breakfast.

During the meal, I said to 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 stay with you; I have to see my precious daughter."

Little 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."

Little C chuckled again and said, "I have a laptop too."

I said to him, "The important thing isn't the shoes; this is a reward for your thoughtfulness towards women. The shoes you bought in Zhangjiajie
, your sister has kept them and 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! You don't remember..." "What a huge
problem !"

I continued to say to Little C, "Little donkey, don't worry, I won't kill you. Be secretly happy, you 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, 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
be too embarrassed."

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 very moved: young man, you don't
understand the mystery here. As the saying goes: the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the magpie behind it, behind the magpie is a person with a bow and arrow,
and behind the person 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?"

I sleepily replied, "I fell asleep. Don't worry, I'll be right back."

My wife said, "Come back quickly, they're waiting for you to eat."

My parents had already prepared dinner, and I had to pretend to eat some so as not to disappoint them.
After , I played with my daughter for a while longer before leaving my parents' house.

As soon as I walked in the door, Little C showed off his newly bought shoes to me: "Hey buddy, aren't you jealous?
They cost over a thousand yuan!"

I said dismissively, "It's like a poor man getting a piece of gold. You're this excited about shoes that cost only a little over a thousand yuan."

Little C said, "Hey buddy, 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, they only have this one son, otherwise,
why would they have spent several thousand yuan to send him back to school on a tour last summer? However, even if they weren't poor, there might not have been
a need to buy such expensive shoes for their child. In this respect, 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 today?" 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 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 continued to press, "Only twice?"

My wife started to misbehave again, holding up her fingers to count one by one, 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 the soles of her feet, which was what my wife feared most, and she begged for mercy repeatedly.

Actually, after they got home from the street, they only made love once, and then my wife went to
sleep . She was exhausted from not sleeping all night. She wanted to sleep with Xiao C, but he was terrified
I'd come back unexpectedly. Even though she told him I'd call beforehand, 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 her crazy.

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 her, "Are you coming over tonight?"

She said, "No, I'm going to sleep with my husband."

I said, "It's okay, 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 last night, but woke up just as dawn was breaking. My wife was sleeping peacefully beside me.
I couldn't resist giving her a kiss. She opened her eyes, looked at me, mumbled, "You're so annoying..."

and then went back to sleep.

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

(29)

Little C left, and my wife and I returned to our peaceful life. My wife and he still communicated by text message or phone
. I reminded my wife, "You have to be careful, don't let him get too involved, otherwise we'll be too immoral." My

wife said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. And he's much more mature than you think."

I thought about it again, and it made sense. Last year, my wife treated him like an immature child, and I treated him like
a mature adult. But the reality had unknowingly reversed: my wife treated him like an adult, but I
treated him like a child.

One day after work, I had just entered the house when I saw my wife's shoes placed at the door, and I knew that my wife had come home before me
. However, there was no smell of cooking in the house. I called out, "Honey, what are you busy with?"

My wife's voice came from the study, and her tone was a little flustered: "Nothing much, just looking up
some information on the computer."

I went into the study, and my wife was hurriedly closing the webpage. I said, "You rascal, what are you looking up for anti
-pornography stuff?"

My wife covered up, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just looking up some things I need for work."

I went to the computer, and the disc containing the romantic moments between her and Xiao C had clearly been moved. I
reached for the disc and asked my wife, "Is this your work?"

My wife blushed and ran out of the room, leaving behind the words, "I'm not talking to you anymore, you boring old man..."

I sat down at the computer, opened IE, and checked the history. Some sensitive words popped up: 3
p. Couples having sex...

My wife went to the kitchen to cook, and I followed her in. I hugged her from behind and asked, "
Honey , are you thinking about C again?"

My wife struggled and said, "No way, I've only been gone a few days and I'm already thinking about him."

I said, "If you're not thinking about him, why are you looking at DVDs?"

My wife said, "No, I was just looking for other DVDs and casually moved that one somewhere."

I said to my wife, "You silly girl, remember next time, after logging into some sensitive websites, don't forget
to clear your browser history. It doesn't matter at home, but you must remember when using the work computer."

My words startled my wife, and she asked me, "How did you know I logged into sensitive websites?"

I said, "Don't you know there's a history section in IE?"

Hearing me say this, my wife quickly pulled my hand and walked towards the study, saying anxiously, "Tell me quickly,
how do I check?"

When we got to the computer, I opened the history, and all the websites she had just browsed were clearly visible. My wife blushed
deeply with embarrassment. I asked, "Did you log onto those websites using the work computer?"

My wife said, "No, absolutely not. The work computer is always for work."

I said, "Then it's alright, honey, don't worry."

My wife was still a little shaken and said, "Looks like I'll have to take a computer training course tomorrow.
I still don't know what that history button does. It's really scary."

I said, "Hehe, when you were having computer training at work, you skipped class to take our daughter shopping. Now you know
you were wrong, right?"

That evening, sitting on the sofa watching TV, I suddenly remembered the websites she had visited during the day, so I asked her, "
Why did you think of looking up articles about threesomes?"

My wife said, "Nothing, just browsing."

I asked, "You were thinking about it?"

My wife flatly denied it, then snuggled closer to me and said, "Lately, I've been having
this thought of finding you another woman, and I feel like I'm doing you a disservice."

I put an arm around her and said, "Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. My foolish days are
over . You should quickly dismiss this idea. I'm not interested in those young people's tricks anymore."

My wife said, "How about we seduce your female classmate sometime?"

I said, "Don't be so shameless. Stop eyeing respectable women."

My wife retorted, "Hmph, she's respectable. Otherwise, would she be ruining my husband?"

I said, "Don't be disgusting. Your husband is a pure young girl. 'Ruining' him? If anyone
heard , they'd laugh their heads off."

My wife said, "Of course. In my eyes, my husband is a pure young girl."

I pushed her away and said, "You naughty thing, are you trying to be gay? You want to get beaten up?"

My wife laughed again. She chuckled and came closer: "Dad, I just feel bad for you."

I said, "Good daughter, don't be naughty. Don't overthink things. I'll
tell you when I really meet a woman I like."

Hearing me say that, my wife started being unreasonable again: "You old rascal, you're not allowed to like anyone else!"

I said, "Look, look, it's you to the left and you to the right. In your eyes, I'm like a turtle on a chopping board. I'll die whether
I stick my head out or not."

My wife laughed: "I was just teasing you. Why are you taking it so seriously? You're such a stingy person."

When I went to sleep, I lay in bed and slowly thought about these things. I found that things were
developing in a positive direction, and much better than I had originally expected. At least, my wife's happiness now was
genuine. She went to and from work happily every day, and when she was free, she would look at a bunch of fashion magazines to study
the styles . She was also not as easily agitated with our daughter as before. Faced with these subtle changes in my wife
, for me, the goal had been achieved.

(30)

Summer is approaching, and the weather is gradually becoming warm. One evening, after dinner, my wife and I
sat on a bench in the community's recreational garden, watching couples strolling around us. A few children
were playing together in the distance. I said to my wife, "Honey, what do you think these people around us would think if they knew about us
?"

My wife thought for a moment and said, "I can't imagine, it's too terrible. I bet many women, though they might envy me
, would still call me shameless, and many men would laugh at me for being a slut
. In the end, we'd be drowned in their spittle."

I said, "When facing reality, I often feel disoriented, as if I'm in the Two-Faced Kingdom of *The Romance of the Flowers in the Mirror*
."

My wife said, "Perhaps our behavior is really too unconventional. Let alone others not accepting it, even a few years
ago, if I heard about this, I wouldn't have been able to accept it either, let alone imagine it happening to me."

I said, "Forget it, let's not think about it so much. Simplicity is happiness, and happiness is simplicity. As long as we're
happy , who cares what others think? I'll spoil you like this for the rest of my life, no matter what."

Sometimes, I really don't understand those who criticize others. Their behavior is very similar to bringing
someone else's coffin into their own home and crying over it. For example, there are often people
who point , even though those people haven't harmed or bothered them. It's like you're sitting at home,
and suddenly a stranger rushes in, angrily pointing his finger at your nose and saying, "Your posture is bad, you
need to change to a more dignified posture, otherwise I can't stand it."

—Sir, who told you to stand it? How I sit in my own home is none of your business! So, with
this kind of person, you don't need to reason with them; just stand up and kick them out the door.

We often hear statements in the public media, such as when condemning the United States, saying, "This is a
multipolar and pluralistic world, and different ideologies should be allowed to coexist."

Leaving aside whether Saddam Hussein truly deserved to be attacked, most people would
agree with the idea of ideological coexistence. If Christianity were to try to eliminate Islam, that would be wrong. At the very least,
everyone should operate independently, without interfering with each other.

A healthy society should also be multipolar and pluralistic. For example, the wealth gap.
A large wealth gap is not inherently terrible. Take the United States, for instance. Compared to an average unemployed American, is
the wealth large? Very large. Yet, American society is quite stable. A crucial, and perhaps only,
reason is that besides the two extremes of wealth, there is a third extreme: the middle class. This largest
group maintains social stability.

In contrast, if China only had two extremes—a group of people extremely wealthy while everyone else is
impoverished —that would be disastrous. What a nation needs to consider most is not eliminating the gap between rich and poor, but rather finding a way to
quickly create a third pole between the rich and the poor: a
massive group that is neither extremely wealthy nor impoverished, serving as the backbone of society. This is a crucial element for a stable society.
Zhong Xiang was the first in China to shout the slogan "Equalize wealth and status," and over eight hundred years later, looking at
the world today, no country has achieved this. Every country that has attempted to force this has
invariably ended up with "equalization of status and poverty."

The reason I've said so much is to ultimately lead to our topic: behavioral patterns in a
pluralistic society.

In a healthy pluralistic society, multiple behavioral patterns should coexist, but with one prerequisite
: they cannot harm the interests of others. Things in the world are not simply right or wrong; more often, there are
borderline behaviors that fall between right and wrong. There is an important principle in criminal law: "No act is a crime unless expressly defined by law."

So, can we say that "an act that does not harm others is not wrong"? I believe this
statement is absolutely correct.

If someone's behavior doesn't harm you or the public interest, you may not understand it and therefore cannot
accept it. However, unless someone forces you to understand or accept it, you have no right to condemn, ridicule,
or oppose it. Otherwise, it's like barging into someone's house and forcing the homeowner to sit properly—
a very obnoxious act. If you feel indignant about this, it's like bringing someone else's coffin to
your own house to cry over—absurd and foolish. For example, I cannot accept sadomasochistic (S/M) behavior, nor
can I accept homosexual behavior. However, I don't think those behaviors are abnormal, nor do I think
they should be condemned. For instance, regarding S/M, through Academician Li Yinhe's analysis, we know that it's actually
a very normal behavior, similar to consensual sex. Some people experience
intense , and some experience intense sexual pleasure from abusing others. It's their private
affair, and it has nothing to do with you, an outsider. Unless a sadist runs around in the street with a whip or breaks into your house to forcibly whip you,
or a submissive begs you to whip him, it's none of your business to think it's abnormal. Let me repeat: it's none of your business.
It's like how I really dislike stinky tofu, but I don't think it's perverted for others to like it.
On the contrary, those who criticize others for eating stinky tofu simply because they dislike it are the
truly perverted ones.

Yesterday, I saw a post about "One Tree Stands Alone" in a discussion forum, and a friend named xiehou
commented brilliantly. Here's an excerpt: "First of all, I don't approve of, and won't, making friends (this is
a personal choice, and there's no disdain or contempt involved), but I will respect other people's lifestyles. Society is moving forward, and
individual space and rights will gradually be recognized and respected by others. The ancient saying, 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you,'
perfectly illustrates this."

—If everyone thought this way, would those absurdities still exist?

Whether globally or specifically in China, BDSM, same-sex relationships, group sex,
and similar behaviors constitute a very small proportion of the population. I truly don't
understand why moral guardians are so alarmed.

In contemporary China, while many spout platitudes about morality and unwavering fidelity, there's
an I
'm not exaggerating when I say that the number of faithful couples
is even . Many more couples choose deception, deceiving both themselves and others; otherwise, brothels
wouldn't proliferate despite bans. Look around us—friends, colleagues—how many are truly faithful? How many of your
colleagues are secretly having affairs? How many of your friends haven't frequented prostitutes? Do you know why?
—Because such things are so prevalent, we've become numb, and few people find it abnormal. It's like
a political arena where corruption is rampant; everyone is corrupt, and no one laughs at anyone else. Faced with this, everyone thinks
it's normal . But is it really normal? It's astonishing that the Chinese, who often boast of their traditional virtues, have stooped to relying on [unclear - possibly referring to a form of infrastructure development].
To maintain a facade of fidelity based on deception, and then consider those
self-righteous moralists who, after a night out, can return home and openly face their wives, seems
laughable or even pathetic.

Returning to the topic of marital intimacy, if a couple, through honest communication,
willingly accepts this approach and genuinely feels it's better than each going out to seek pleasure separately,
and then, with another couple sharing the same sentiments and mutual attraction, engages in intimate acts at
home, what does it have to do with outsiders? What interests are harmed? What public interests are harmed
? Are you deliberately peeping through someone's door and then yelling that you can't stand it? I think
this behavior is not only pointless but also truly perverse—that's real perversion.

(Thirty-one)

Time flies so fast; in two more months, it will be a year since we met Little C. Many things
have happened this year that have made us re-examine our lives, leading
to a deeper understanding and appreciation of life, family, and love.

After this semester, Xiao C will end his student life and enter the workforce. My wife and I had previously
asked him about his plans after graduation, and Xiao C had always nonchalantly replied, "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll think about it later."

A couple of days ago, he texted my wife saying he planned to come to our city after graduation. This
idea had worried me greatly, not so much about anything else, but mainly because I feared he
would become too deeply attached to his wife and end up hurting himself. If that happened, my wife and I would have truly done something terrible.

One evening, I called him and asked him again about his plans after graduation. Xiao C said, "
It's basically settled now, I'm going back to XX City (note: the city where my family lives)."

I asked him, "Why did you decide to go here?"

Xiao C said, "I originally planned to go to Beijing or Shanghai, but it's too far from my parents, and they strongly disagreed
. Besides, it's not easy to establish yourself in such a big city, so I finally decided to go back to XX City, which is not far from home."

Then, Xiao C said with a grin, "Isn't this great? I'm close to my older siblings, and I can see you all anytime."

Xiao C's explanation eased my tension a lot.

One evening near the end of June, while having dinner with my wife at home, she said to me, "Xiao C texted me
today saying that because this is his last summer vacation, he's not planning to go home yet. He wants to go directly to Mount Emei
for a few days before coming back."

I said, "Oh, that's normal. After starting work, there isn't much free time."

My wife didn't say anything more.

After dinner, my wife was alone in front of the computer, usually playing Go or cards in
the game or occasionally watching a movie. When I went to the study to find a book, I found
my wife browsing a website about tourist attractions, specifically Mount Emei. I joked, "What are you doing
? Want to go to Mount Emei too?"

My wife replied, "Hehe, just browsing."

That night, before going to bed, my wife nestled in my arms and suddenly asked me, "Dad, if I wanted to go to Mount Emei,
wouldn't you be angry?"

I didn't react immediately. "Go to Mount Emei? I've been so busy lately, I don't have time to go with
you ."

My wife stammered, "Then, I'll go by myself."

That's when I realized what she meant, and I grabbed her ear. "Huh? You little rascal, you're getting out of hand,
aren't you? You want to fly away with your lover and wander the world? Are you trying to drive me crazy?

" My wife seemed a little nervous and quickly said, "I was just saying, Lao Dengpao,
why are you so anxious?"

I thought for a moment and said to her, "Don't be nervous. It's not that I don't want you to go. I
don't worry about you; I'm worried about him. After all, he's still young. If you let him get too deeply involved, it'll ruin
him."

My wife said, "Okay, okay, that shows you're rational. I'll listen to you and not go, okay?"

My wife quickly fell asleep, but I kept thinking about it. It wasn't that I didn't want my wife to go with him alone
; on the contrary, I felt that if I let her go, it would show that I was being selfish. After all,
Xiao C isn't a true adult yet. Society and life are still a
blank slate for him. In the future, he will have his own lover and family. If this incident causes him a bad shadow,
the harm could be unexpected. For example, Spielberg's films "Saving Private Ryan" and "Band of Brothers"
are classic and powerful works that reflect on war, but
children . It's going too far to let a group of children watch this and try to get them to accept these things
.

But when I think of my wife's inner desires, I can't help but soften. Looking at my wife sleeping peacefully beside me,
I recall the days when we were dating. Back then, we often dreamed of traveling together, but due to
financial constraints, it was all just a dream. Now, we're better off financially, but it seems we can't find
that same impulsiveness anymore. Before falling asleep, I vaguely made up my mind: I'll agree to my wife's request and let her take the time
tunnel back to the past. As for other concerns, we'll deal with them later. As the saying goes, there's always
a way out...

(Thirty-two)

At this point, some people might question: Aren't you portraying yourself as too noble? It's understandable to think of
your , but to think of your wife's lover in every way seems a bit
too far-fetched, doesn't it?

Don't worry, let me explain. Regarding Xiao C, rather than thinking of him, it's
actually for our own sake. I want to make sure I have the initiative in this game. However, if Xiao C gets
too deeply involved and can't extricate himself, it could ultimately hurt his wife and even jeopardize our family,
which I absolutely cannot allow.

The next morning, looking at the sunlight streaming through the window, I suddenly regretted it again. To be honest, I
haven't reached a state of complete selflessness yet; I need more time to consider this. Thinking about it now, it's frightening. Luckily, I
didn't let the ambiguous atmosphere of the previous night cloud my judgment and hastily agree to my wife's request.

For the next few days, my wife didn't mention it again, and neither did I. However, I still had a
nagging , and many times I almost agreed to go with her. One evening, I casually asked my wife, "Do you
really want to go to Mount Emei?"

Without hesitation, she said decisively, "I really don't want to anymore. I just mentioned it casually that day, don't
take it to heart ."

I said, "Actually, I don't know what I'm thinking either. From your perspective, I really want you to go,
but this matter makes me very uneasy. To be honest, I still can't bear to leave you."

My wife leaned in and hugged my arm, saying, "Honey, I understand. I was too much. Please do
n't take it to heart, or I'll feel terrible."

I kissed my wife, "Sweetie, don't blame me."

My wife playfully pinched my nose, "Alright, what's there to explain? I know it's because you care about me. I
've said it many times, I was too much."

I stared blankly at the white wall opposite me, hesitant to speak. After a long while, my wife leaned on my shoulder and said
softly , "Honey, have I gone too far?"

I hugged her. "Don't talk nonsense, it's not that serious."

That night, lying in bed, I couldn't sleep again. Re-examining my wife's desire to travel alone with her lover,
the more I thought about it, the colder I felt. I kept asking myself: Have I really
spoiled ? The situation has progressed as follows: First, my wife only had a crush on C,
but with my encouragement and planning, they had a physical relationship. At this point, my wife's attitude
was rejection or half-hearted acceptance. Second, I voluntarily left home, leaving the entire house to my wife and her lover,
which she readily accepted. Third, when I was home, I also provided my wife with opportunities to
secretly engage in such behavior, even when I knew about it. By this time, my wife was overjoyed.

And now? My wife has actually suggested traveling alone with her lover! The level of stimulation
is escalating —how is this any different from drug addiction? What will be the outcome if this continues? Will there be a result or no result? After
experiencing increasingly intense stimulation, can she return to her original, ordinary life?

I believe that when a person loves their partner to a certain degree, they can enter a state of complete selflessness.
I've already done that for my wife. I think, at least in China today,
there aren't many men who can spoil their wives like I do without any principles. However, although I'm certain I won't lose my wife, and although I'm certain this family
won't be destroyed, if my actions result in her becoming more and more addicted, like a drug addict, wouldn't that not only
harm her but also myself?

(33)

Some say, "Daytime belongs to life, nighttime belongs to existence." This makes a lot of sense. Under the sun,
we are forced to be like a wound-up second hand, exhausted from the hustle and bustle of life, exhausted from the self-
deception we wear out of helplessness or instinct. So, when night falls, people are more likely to fall into a deeper reflection on the true nature of life. If
we describe life as a protracted, never-ending struggle, then during the day we fight with others,
and at night, we fight with ourselves. I often find myself entangled in inexplicable emotions, pondering
perhaps meaningless questions like, "Who am I?", "What do I really want?",
and "Is what I have now what I truly desire?" During the day, facing the chaotic and overwhelming work, and dealing with colleagues or strangers,
I often appear overly rational, sometimes even cold-hearted. But at night, when I hold my wife, who is like
a soft, cuddly creature , I feel as if I melt away completely.

I can understand why King You of Zhou so excessively indulged Bao Si. I can say with certainty that if
I were emperor, I would be an even more despicable ruler than King You. I can also understand the Duke of Windsor
, who loved beauty more than his kingdom. I would have done the same. What is the point of a cold, hard throne if one cannot be with the one they love
? Often, my sense of right and wrong deviates far from the norm. Many
incompetent rulers, like Emperor Huizong of Song and Li Yu, are seen as exemplary men in my eyes. I often think that
their poor governance wasn't their fault; the fault lay in placing them in the wrong positions. Otherwise, Zhao Jie might have become
another romantic talent surpassing Tang Bohu, while Li Yu could have leisurely cruised West Lake with Xiao Zhouhou, instead of lamenting
, "On the day I hastily left the temple, the music hall still played farewell songs."

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans understand deep thinking, but I don't know whether
this deep thinking is a good thing or a bad thing for marriage or family. People who think deeply understand how to
manage their marriages, and this management is a deliberate act. Conversely, if we think about certain animals, we are
deeply moved by many of their instinctive behaviors. For example, swans and red-crowned cranes are two very strange
animals; they can remain faithful to their mates to the end under the control of instinct, and when one dies, the other will
live alone until the end—something humans find very difficult to do.

Once, my wife and I were watching TV when a seemingly ordinary program almost
brought to tears: a news report told the story of an animal—a white domestic duck that had been secretly
taken to a zoo and abandoned by its owner. Luckily, the duck met and fell in love with a wild duck in the park's river.
Curious park staff secretly recorded many scenes of the two ducks playing happily. However, as the weather
turned cold, tragedy struck: the wild ducks migrated south, and the domestic duck's lover was no exception. The wild duck repeatedly
flew into the sky, only to be called back time and again by its lover's mournful cries. The weather grew colder and colder, and the two ducks
clung to each other in despair. The wild duck continued its efforts to fly away,
circling and calling to the domestic duck each time, trying to beckon its mate to take flight as well. The poor domestic duck
could only flap its vestigial wings in vain, watching its companion in the sky, running desperately on the ground, while
the wild duck, unwilling to leave, repeatedly returned to the ground. The river froze over, and if the wild duck didn't leave, it would face death
. So, the wild duck finally flew away, with no other choice. From then on, the domestic duck mourned every day, facing the direction its mate had flown away.

These scenes were all recorded by the staff with a DV camera. This program made the wife cry uncontrollably,
and she planned to call the TV station or park to adopt the poor duck, but since it was in a very far place…
So I eventually gave up (I think this happened in Nanjing). In the following days, my wife repeatedly asked me, somewhat
naively , "Honey, you won't fly away like that wild duck, will you?"

I teased her, "Don't worry, I won't fly. I'll just take the train."

Hearing this, my wife playfully punched me while hugging me, saying, "Then you have to buy at least three tickets,
for me and our daughter."

On November 4th, a friend named Davidhan commented, describing how he faced the flowing water beneath his boat early in the morning,
missing his beloved wife who had passed away in a car accident. To be honest, I cried when I read that short but
deeply sorrowful passage. I truly felt his pain and despair.
Some separations are forever. I sincerely wish this friend a speedy recovery from his grief. I'm
certain that your precious one in heaven wouldn't want you to be unhappy, wouldn't want you to be unhappy. She's watching
you from there, and your current state would worry her greatly. In this material world, we are all
merely passersby. The days a hundred years from now will be our eternity. All separations are only temporary; you
two will eventually reunite in eternity, and then you can make it up to her.

(Thirty-four)

In the blink of an eye, it was early July, and Xiao C's departure from school was drawing closer. My wife seemed to have forgotten about the trip to
Mount Emei and didn't mention it again, but my anxiety grew stronger.

One evening, my wife was giving a bath to a small dog. —There's a story behind this dog.

I'll dedicate a section to the story of this dog:

This dog wasn't originally ours; it was just an ordinary pet dog. I don't know
what ; it looked like a Pekingese, but its fur was a dull gray, giving it an unclean appearance. A few years ago
, my wife and I were chatting in the community garden when this dog wandered around nearby. My wife called to it, and
it wagged its tail and ran over. My wife stroked the puppy's head and said to me, "Honey, look
how clear its eyes are."

I pulled her hand away and said, "Do you know if it's sick? It's all dirty,
why are you touching it like that?"

My wife said, "Then let's take it home and wash it."

I said, "Don't be silly, it's disgusting."

My wife wouldn't listen to me: "No, I'm going to wash it, it's none of your business."

After saying that, my wife picked up the puppy and walked home. I hurriedly followed behind, saying, "Put it down quickly, what if the owner
sees us and thinks we stole a dog?"

My wife said, "If an owner could let it be this dirty, I don't care, so be it." So

, when we got home, my wife put the dog in a basin of water, washed it, and dried its fur with a hairdryer
. Only then did my wife and I realize that the dog wasn't actually that dirty; its fur was just that color.

After the bath, the puppy excitedly circled around my wife. My wife rummaged through the refrigerator and took out some sausages and
fries to feed it, and gave it a name that made me want to vomit: Liu Fugui (meaning "Rich and Powerful Liu"). Watching my wife and the dog
chatter away, I was reminded of my daughter when she was little. My wife would often talk
nonsense to her, even though she couldn't understand what I was saying. That night, before bed, I said to my wife, "You should let the dog out."

She said, "No way, Liu Fugui is ours now."

I said, "Stop it! Look at the name you gave it, like a village chief. If you want a dog, buy
one . What kind of behavior is this, stealing someone else's dog?"

My wife thought for a moment and said, "How about letting it stay here for one night and then letting it go tomorrow?"

After getting my agreement, my wife went to the balcony, found a cardboard box, put in a sofa cushion, and made
a bed for the dog. However, the dog wasn't happy. Every time my wife put it in, it jumped out. After several such
attempts , my wife gave up.

That night, my wife and I were passionately making love in bed when the dog started causing trouble outside the bedroom door, whimpering and
scratching at it. At first, we ignored it; it's normal for a puppy to be unaccustomed to a new environment. But soon,
a loud "Bang!" suddenly came from the living room, and I was instantly terrified. I jumped out of bed and ran to
the living room , where the scene before me nearly made me explode with anger: the coffee table was overturned, the water glass was broken, and all the books on the coffee table
were soaked. And the puppy, knowing it had caused trouble, was curled up in the sofa, looking at me with fear. I stormed
over, grabbed the annoying puppy, opened the bedroom door, and threw it out. The puppy yelped and ran away. I
closed the bedroom door and turned around, startled: my wife was glaring at me angrily. "Why did you hit it?"

I said, "My goodness, when did I hit it? It's made such a mess of the house, and you won't even let me throw it
out ?"

My wife said, "Then just open the door and let it go. Why did you have to throw it? Could you handle being thrown like that
?"

I was still furious, so I ignored my wife and went back to bed alone. My wife followed me in, lay down on the bed, and
turned her back to me in a defiant manner. At that moment, I felt nothing but intense resentment towards that annoying dog.

Later, whenever my wife encountered that little dog alone, it would still be extremely affectionate towards her,
but if we were together, the dog would definitely turn and run away. My wife would also occasionally bring the dog
home to bathe it. Sometimes, I would pet it, but my affectionate actions would
terrify the dog, making me lose interest. Over time, although the dog was no longer as afraid of me as it was at first, it remained
indifferent to me. It had readily accepted the name "Liu Fugui,"

and it had also accepted the little doghouse. Sometimes my wife would let it stay there
overnight, and it behaved very well. Every time I brought it home, no matter where it was playing, as soon as
my wife called "Liu Fugui," it would immediately wag its tail and run over. I, on the other hand, fared much worse. For example, if it was
lying not far from me and I called "Liu Fugui," it would roll its eyes at me. If I called again, it still
wouldn't move , at most wagging its tail quickly twice, the speed of which showed its impatience. I
often endured my wife's teasing because of this.

The complete change in my relationship with Liu Fugui stemmed from one of my wife's long trips. One year, my wife went to Lianyungang for a two-week
recuperation trip . It was called a recuperation trip, but it was really just a company-sponsored trip. After my wife left, I
brought my daughter home; she wasn't in school yet. My daughter only stayed at home for two days, which made me miserable.
Every morning I have to get up early to prepare breakfast for my daughter, then take her to kindergarten, and pick her up on time in the evening.
At home, she constantly pesters me with all sorts of tricks, wanting me to tell her stories, play house, and
I can't get anything done all evening. In desperation, I had to send this little rascal back to her grandparents' house.

Alone at home, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely, searching everywhere for my wife's presence. This
was after my wife had secretly cheated on me. Since our relationship had completely changed, I
had become increasingly dependent on her. I hadn't thought of any of this before she left. And my wife wasn't
having a good time in Lianyungang either, calling several times a day to complain that without me, being with her colleagues was pointless.

One evening, I ate a hasty dinner outside and returned to my apartment complex. Sitting alone on a garden chair, lost in thought,
I noticed Liu Fugui lying nearby. In an instant, I felt a deep sense of affection for him. I slowly
walked over (afraid he would run away), squatted down beside him, and gently stroked him, saying, "Liu Fugui, I
miss your good friend so much. Do you miss her?"

Liu Fugui sensed my kindness and gently wagged his tail. I picked him up and took him home. I boiled water
to give Liu Fugui a bath and then dried him with a hairdryer. Afterward, I sat on the sofa reading, and Liu Fugui obediently
lay at my feet, glancing at me every now and then. I called my wife: "Honey, don't worry about
playing , I have someone to keep me company now."

My wife was startled: "Don't do anything reckless, you might catch a disease."

I said: "Don't worry, our relationship is very pure."

My wife said: "Don't lie to me, I don't believe you would bring another woman home."

I said: "Who said a woman? I said Liu Fugui."

My wife finally laughed happily on the phone.

From then on, Liu Fugui spent more and more time at my house and rarely stayed out overnight. I still don't know
who its owner is, perhaps my wife and I are its real owners.

Now, my wife is giving Liu Fugui a bath. I am alone, lost in thought, thinking about
how to handle the next situation.

(Thirty-five)

After a while, my wife finished bathing Liu Fugui, opened the door and let Liu Fugui go out and run around
(in this season, dogs are probably also in love, often not coming home all night). I was half-reclined on the sofa, watching my wife
walk around the house in my oversized shirt. I called to her, "Honey, come talk to me for a bit."

She obediently came over, wrapped her arms around my neck, and asked, "Old man, are you trying to lecture me again?"

I sat up straight and said, "Sweetie, no nonsense, I'm talking to you about something serious."

My wife nodded, "Okay, go ahead."

Looking at her smooth skin peeking out from under her shirt collar, I knew she was naked underneath, which
stirred a primal urge within me. —When it's just the two of us at home, my wife often wears my cotton shirts as
pajamas . I don't know if you've ever noticed a scene in Western movies: women often wear
their husbands' oversized shirts at home, looking incredibly sexy. My wife has always had this hobby; often after showering,
she just casually throws one of my cotton shirts on.

I stood up, scooped my wife into my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. In my arms, she cried out in an exaggerated
, low voice, "Help! There's a pervert..."

I placed her on the bed, quickly took off my clothes, and lay down, gently holding her in my
arms . She kissed me while reaching her hand towards my groin. I stroked her ear and said, "Baby,
don't be naughty yet. I need to talk to you about something serious."

My wife obediently stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I said, "Baby, I've been thinking about this for days
. Why don't you go to Mount Emei?"

My wife immediately became wary and said, "No, no, I can't bear to leave you alone at home
... unless you come with me."

I said, "I mean it. I've been thinking about this for days. It hurts me to let you go; it
hurts me even more not to let you go. Between two evils, choose the lesser. You should go."

My wife covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Honey, please don't say that. I really don't want to go. I know
you've been thinking about this for days, but I haven't been able to explain it to you. It's my fault; I shouldn't have made
such an unreasonable request."

I said, "No, you still have to go. This time, I'm asking you to go, so you don't have to feel guilty. Asking
you to go and agreeing to go are two different things."

My wife said, "But I really don't want to go."

I kissed her and said, "Okay, if you really don't want to go, that's fine. I just
don't want you to have any regrets, and this opportunity is truly rare. From now on, Little C..." " You're going to get married eventually. Do you think you
two can keep fooling around like this forever?"

After a moment of silence, my wife said, "Aren't you afraid I'll give too much of my love for you to him?"

I said, "Silly girl, tell me now, how much love do you actually have? Let me tell you, love
needs to be constantly developed, just like the human brain. Once developed, its potential is limitless. If the human brain is never used, it will become
increasingly dull. Love is the same; if it's developed well, its potential is also limitless."

My wife didn't respond, but pressed her soft lips to mine...

As the passion gradually subsided, my wife hugged me and asked, "Dad, why are you so good to me?"

I said, "I don't know. I feel like I've been completely ruined by you. When I'm with you, I'm like a
fanatical religious follower. Can you understand why?" "Why do so many Palestinian parents encourage their children to become human
bombs ?"

My wife retorted unreasonably, "I understand, I am a human bomb right now."

I lightly slapped this little rascal and said, "You're smart. I'll brainwash you first, maybe
one day you'll be willing to charge into battle for me and give your life."

As soon as I finished speaking, my wife grabbed my penis and deliberately said in a fierce tone, "I—want—to—
castrate—you!"

I said, "Tch, if you're willing, go ahead."

My wife held my penis in her small hand and gently squeezed it, saying, "Then, in the next life I'll be a man, and you'll
be my wife, so I can cherish you."

I said, "Fine, you win. It wasn't for nothing that I worked at the bank, I've gone all the way to 3000 years ago."

My wife said, "I was just saying what I meant."

Having made up my mind and said it, I felt relieved.

(Thirty-six)

The next morning, before going to work, I told my wife to contact Xiao C to find out his exact departure
time from school, and then calculate the date for them to meet in Chengdu. My wife hesitated and said to me, "Maybe we
should just forget about it? Isn't this a bit too far-fetched?"

I half-jokingly said, "Don't overthink it. It's not far-fetched. Many famous military strategists don't follow
the established rules. We'll do the same. Just listen to my arrangements."

That morning at work, my wife called to tell me that Xiao C would arrive in Chengdu in five days. After
hanging up , I booked a flight for my wife online for five days later.

In the following days, my wife was often uneasy, saying to me from time to time, "Dad, I
don't want to go."

I resolutely said, "Don't worry, honey. Since you've decided, just go for it. There's no turning back now. It's only a few days
anyway , we'll be back in a week, about the same time as a business trip. Just relax and have fun. Consider it as you
fulfilling our past dream."

As the trip approached, my wife was sometimes anxious and sometimes excited. I comforted her while helping her pack
the necessities for the trip: toiletries, small medicines, a change of clothes, a DV camera, and the shoes we bought in
Zhangjiajie , etc. My wife followed behind me, watching me prepare these things.
My wife asked me anxiously, "Honey, what will you do without me?" I said, "I want to go back to my parents' house for a few days, so I can spend time with our daughter. She's been protesting

to me a lot lately ." 　　On the day of departure, I took my wife to the airport. Before boarding, my wife hugged me tightly. I teased her , "What's wrong with you? You're not going to Mars." 　　My wife said, "Honey, to be honest, I really regret it now. Suddenly, I feel like this is all meaningless. Without you, everything seems pointless. It feels like I'm just going to deal with a helpless social obligation." 　　I said, "If that's how you feel, that's when I'm truly worried. Don't forget my intention: you need to completely relax , have fun, and not think about anything. We'll talk about everything when you get back." 　　My wife leaned on my shoulder and softly said, "Thank you..." 　　Standing in the waiting hall, watching the Boeing 747 carrying my wife take off, my eyes blurred a little. I sat alone on a chair in the waiting hall for a while, my mind a mess. Although I always told my wife that I wouldn't play by the rules, with her actually leaving, I suddenly lost control of the game, and the entanglement of right and wrong began to bother me again. 　　After returning to the office from the airport, I sat there in a daze for a while before getting busy with work, temporarily forgetting all about it. In the afternoon, my wife called from Chengdu to tell me she had arrived safely at Shuangliu Airport and met up with Xiao C, who was already waiting there. I reiterated to her that since she was there, she should have a good time and not worry about anything at home. My wife obediently agreed on the other end of the phone. 　　That evening, I returned to my parents' house. They were very happy to hear I would be staying for a few days. After dinner , my daughter did her homework, and I sat beside her, casually flipping through her workbooks and textbooks. Then, my wife called again to tell me they had checked into a hotel and would be taking the express train to Leshan the next morning, a journey of only two hours. I briefly reiterated some travel tips, including not putting my hands in my pockets to avoid monkeys snatching my things. Then I handed the phone to my daughter, who chattered incessantly with her mother for over half an hour, refusing to hang up. I said to my daughter, "Be good, listen to your mother. She's tired from her business trip; let her rest early." 　　Only then did she reluctantly say goodbye to her mother. 　　That night, my wife sent me many text messages; I knew she really missed me. 　　(37) 　　For the next two days, everything was normal. My wife frequently texted or called to let me know her location. From her voice on the phone, I could tell she was happy. She told me about being robbed by . She said, "Honey, you know how forgetful I am. You reminded me many times not to put my hands in my pockets on Mount Emei, but I still forgot when we went up the mountain. I put my hands in my pants pockets and got robbed by monkeys. Luckily, it was just a pack of tissues." 　　On the third night after my wife left, my phone suddenly rang. I was startled awake and angrily picked up the phone. When I saw the caller ID, it was my wife. I was immediately startled and became alert. I answered the phone anxiously , "What's wrong, honey?" 　　My wife said, "Nothing, I just miss you." 　　I asked, "Where is he?" 　　My wife said, "He went to sleep a long time ago." 　　I finally relaxed and said, "Don't be naughty, it's so late, go to sleep, sweetie." 　　My wife said, "No, talk to me for a while." 　　My heart softened, and I said, "Okay, honey, I'll stay with you." 　　My wife said, "I had a good time the past two days, but now I just want to go home. I miss you so much." 　　I said, "It's okay, it's probably just because you're too tired. Get a good night's sleep and you'll feel better tomorrow." 　　Unexpectedly, my wife started crying softly on the other end, saying, "Honey, I really regret coming out alone. I just want to go home now." 　　I said, "Everything is fine at home, and I'm doing well. Don't worry about me. Listen to me, if you really want to come back, then come back." 　　My wife said, "I'm not missing you, I just suddenly miss home so much." 　　The next day, around noon, my wife texted me: "Honey, we're on our way to the airport, we'll be home tonight." 　　I replied, "Little C..." "What? He's going home too?" 　　My wife replied, "He's coming home with me because I told him the truth." 　　This sudden turn of events startled me. I thought to myself, Little C was probably watching when my wife sent this message, so I didn't reply. A little while later, Little C sent me a message that read, "Brother, you won't blame me, will you? Am I too sorry?" 　　I thought, since my wife had already told him the truth, there was no need for me to hide it anymore. So I replied, "

" Silly boy, why would I blame you? I'm grateful to you. Be careful on the road, take good care of your sister. I'll pick you up from
the airport ."

Little C said, "Brother, my heart has been pounding, I'm a little afraid to see you."

I replied, "Brother, as long as you don't blame me, that's fine."

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