Happiness Train

In August 2006, I took my wife on a business trip to Guiyang. There were few passengers on the train; besides my wife and me, there was only one other man in my sleeper compartment, a man who looked to be about 40 or 50 years old. After settling our luggage, we were both sweating profusely. I asked the man in my compartment to watch our luggage while I took my wife to take a quick shower. My wife finished quickly, and I went to the toilet. When I returned, I saw my wife sitting at the small table by the window, combing her hair. The man was half-lying on the lower bunk opposite us, his head slightly turned towards my wife, his eyes darting around, watching her movements. I don't know if my wife wasn't paying attention or if she felt a sense of pride under the man's gaze, but despite being so close to a strange man, my wife calmly continued her actions, unabashedly displaying her two hairy armpits to his eyes. I'm sure the man was thoroughly enjoying the view. When he noticed me enter, his slightly flustered gaze immediately transformed into a fawning nod as he nodded at me. I smiled and greeted him, then, with a thoughtful expression, went to rest in the middle bunk above my wife. Although I closed my eyes to rest, my mind was still preoccupied with what had just happened. I confessed that I wouldn't hold a grudge, because deep down I've always harbored a secret desire for my wife, something she knows, though she always says I'm enough, making me too embarrassed to bring it up again. But what had just happened stirred a sense of curiosity and doubt within me, so I secretly prayed and hoped something else would happen... To fulfill this almost hopeless wish, I deliberately turned my back to them, hoping to create some kind of tactile feedback. I listened intently, my heart pounding. But for a long time afterward, everything seemed still except for the sound of the train. My hope was fading. About half an hour passed, then I heard my wife sigh softly from below, followed by a slight vibration of the bed and the sound of a bag zipper. I guessed she had finished touching up her makeup and was ready to rest; it was hopeless. Unexpectedly, she gently called my name a few times. I ignored her, feeling bored. She muttered to herself, "Such a little piggy, sleeping so soundly." "People who can sleep well are blessed," the man interjected. Originally, I was disappointed that my hopes had been dashed and ignored my wife, but I didn't expect that they thought I was asleep and finally heard him speak. This unexpected reason gave me a reason to wait longer, and my usually dormant heart warmed up again. "Yes, he's a good sleeper. He loves to sleep whenever he has a little free time. He's like this at home, and he's like this on the train too. How can he fall asleep?" My wife was traveling far from home for the first time, and perhaps because of the unfamiliarity, her voice trembled slightly, despite her exaggeratedly sweet tone. "That's good. Sleeping with him is better than him constantly visiting other people's homes. You won't have to worry about him messing around outside." The word "messing around" made my heart skip a beat. I wondered if my wife felt the same way. I wondered if he was implying "messing around" meant reckless spending. If so, he might also be someone who enjoys juicy gossip. People sometimes say one thing and mean another, so I deduced he wasn't exactly a saint. My interest was immediately piqued. "He wouldn't mess around. He doesn't gamble, doesn't cause trouble, and doesn't make friends indiscriminately. Besides being busy with his career, he's always home. What do I have to worry about?" "Oh. That's really hard to find in this world. I thought I was the only one left in the world. What a coincidence to run into a brother as well-behaved as me today!" His words immediately bridged the gap between us and eased the atmosphere. My wife's tone confirmed this; her voice, no longer trembling, replied in a gentle, steady voice: "Come on, you call yourself well-behaved? You're kidding." "Perhaps my wife's voice was a bit too intense, because I suddenly heard the man 'shh...' and then he shoved his lips so low I couldn't hear him at all. I could only sense them whispering, occasionally punctuated by my wife's soft laughter. Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, my wife's cheerful laughter was enough to give me immense excitement. Whatever they were talking about, one thing was certain in that laughter: that man could bring my wife pleasure, and even so, she wouldn't dislike him; she might even like him. Of course, I didn't dare to involve sex yet. At that moment, I secretly made a plan for myself... and decided to give it a try."

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