The Journey That Is Getting Further and Further Away (Part Sixteen)

After the Lantern Festival, I went back to work. After work, I would sometimes buy some groceries and go back to my temporary home to cook for myself. Sometimes, I was too lazy to cook, so I would just eat out.
Every month, I would go back to my own home on a weekend and stay for two days. My relationship with my wife was still lukewarm.
Meng showed no signs of returning. When chatting with my friend Penguin at night, she always said that she couldn't do without her sister's shop. She said that her sister paid her a high salary, which was good, as she could save some money. I didn't force her to come back early. Since her sister couldn't do without her, and she seemed to think it was fine, I let her stay there and keep busy.

The days flowed by peacefully like water.

When the willows along the roadside unfurled their tender green leaves, the weather was no longer cold.
I went to visit my mother and then had a small gathering with a few childhood friends with whom I had always gotten along well. After a satisfying meal, they wanted to play mahjong, so I went with them to the mahjong parlor.
The owner of the mahjong parlor was a woman, around thirty years old, named Yue, who was divorced. Yue's face was average, but she had a great figure. At 1.7 meters tall with long, slender legs, she easily aroused men's fantasies.
In the card room, I also ran into Qiao.
Qiao was in her late thirties, not very tall, around 1.6 meters, with a slim waist and large breasts. She was quite outgoing and flirtatious, and had been linked to several men in scandalous affairs. Qiao was the type to act boldly and didn't care much about societal norms. She once told us privately that her husband wasn't very capable, so he was hesitant to mess with her, fearing she would get angry and leave. Her husband once cursed her like this: "You slut, you should find some black guys and let them fuck you to death with their big dicks."

Both of these women were married into our community and I've known them for years.
When I went back to my mother's, besides spending time with her, I would meet up with my childhood friends. When we were kids, I was their leader, taking them out to play. Even now, they still respectfully call me "Big Brother." After each gathering, we would come to this card room to play mahjong. Sometimes after playing mahjong, we'd buy some food and drinks, and my childhood friends, Yue, and Qiao would gather in the game room for a few drinks.
Back at my old company, some of these friends, along with Qiao's husband and Yue's brother, had worked for me temporarily, some for several years. I never treated them badly, either in life or at work, and they were always grateful, constantly reminding me how well I'd taken care of them.
My wife, however, strongly disapproved of this, always saying I was incorrigible and liked to hang out with shady characters.
I disagreed. After all, those friends were practically my childhood friends; just because I was doing a little better than them didn't mean I should cut ties with them. Wouldn't that be too cold-hearted?
My wife scoffed, saying, "Birds of a feather flock together! You're a leopard that can't change its spots!"
Every time she said that, I'd fly into a rage. However, I usually don't argue with her; I just leave angrily
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It was the sweltering heat of July.
That afternoon, I left the company early. Because of the heat, I felt dizzy and wanted to go back to lie down for a while.
I parked my car, went upstairs, and opened the door. I was startled when I opened the door.
Two open suitcases lay on the floor of the living room, some clothes scattered haphazardly.
Was Meng back?
I looked around; the room was empty, not a soul in sight.
I called Meng, and she said she was almost home and we'd talk when she got back.
Meng had come with her daughter.
They had gotten off the train at the North Station at noon, returned to put down their luggage, changed clothes, and then rushed to the pier to buy tickets for the 10 PM ferry to Yantai.
Meng's daughter was already twelve or thirteen years old. Her studies weren't very good; the basic education level in their hometown was still somewhat different from that of more developed cities. Her sister had a house in Yantai, and last year, her parents had taken her sister's daughter to Yantai to attend school there.
Her sister said that the schools in Yantai were much better than those in their hometown, and suggested that she send her child to school in Yantai as well. After all, the child's maternal grandparents were there; taking care of one child was the same as taking care of two.
Meng followed her sister's advice and planned to send her daughter to Yantai for the summer vacation so she could study there.
After listening to her, I glanced at her and said, "Let's go outside to talk."
Sitting down in the pavilion downstairs, I said, "How long has it been since we last met?"
She said, "I left before October last year, and it's July now. We haven't seen each other for almost ten months.
" I said, "Then can you tell me what you're thinking? We haven't seen each other for ten months, and you come back today and leave again tonight. Do you think I'm invisible? Or do you not miss me at all?"
She said, "What? Isn't it inconvenient for the child to be here? I wanted to send her to Yantai as soon as possible, get the enrollment procedures done, and then rush back to spend a few days with you."
I stood up, paced a few steps, and felt a sense of oppression, an indescribable feeling of separation lingering in my heart. I wanted to ask myself, do I really understand her as much as I think I do?
I'd known for a long time that she was somewhat stubborn and headstrong; once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her—she was single-minded. I even knew that her intelligence wasn't as striking as her appearance; she was all looks and no brains, often acting without considering the consequences. When she was gentle, she was like a cat; when she was stubborn, she was like a donkey.
But no matter what, if someone deeply loves another and hasn't seen them for half a year, wouldn't the longing in their heart be as thick as wine and as fiery as fire? Wouldn't fine wine meeting a raging fire burn their skies red?
Yet she came and went so calmly. I couldn't feel her longing for me, her yearning for me. I couldn't experience the tender, passionate, and relentless love between lovers.
I stopped, suppressing my inner turmoil, and said, "Let's go back, rest for a while, I'll take you to the dock."

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