The Journey That's Getting Further and Further Away (Part 8)

I left two lines of poetry for Meng on QQ: "If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?"
I knew this woman, seemingly delicate, was actually quite stubborn.
Sure enough, she saw my message and replied only faintly: "Fate brings us together and fate separates us, nothing more than fleeting clouds. Parting and reunion are impermanent, so cherish what you have."

I continued my busy yet mundane life, trying not to think about the love I once had for a distant dream.
But often, intentionally or unintentionally, a projection seemed to flash in my heart, rippling outwards, shimmering and lingering for a long time before settling down.
As before, I led my team to different construction sites, returning home every twenty or thirty days. My wife and I lay in bed, mechanically and monotonously engaging in marital relations. Afterwards, we each went to sleep in our own beds.
My wife was very virtuous, but her personality was somewhat rough; she didn't know how to offer comfort or flattery, her emotions always written on her face. For ten years of marriage, she has been trying to change me, attempting to mold me into the person she envisions.
But little does she know, no one can truly change another. Whether a prodigal son returns or falls into despair, it's his own choice; the blisters on his feet are the result of his own efforts.
My wife's father, brother, and several of her relatives all wanted me to put them on the company's construction teams.
I thought it was a favor, but I gradually realized it was a mistake.
These family members often have diametrically opposed ideas due to their different positions and perspectives.
You want them to help you, but they only want to make things easier, often bringing many negative consequences.
Over time, I developed some reservations. I talked to my wife about it, asking her to talk to her family when she has time, to stop them from always taking things for granted and making it difficult for me to manage. After all, I don't own the company, and I have responsibilities to it. My wife said
they've always been this way, and no one can change them.
One day, I said a few words to my wife's younger brother at the construction site, and he abandoned his post and left without saying goodbye. After the company boss found out about this, he asked me what had happened, but I couldn't explain it clearly.
I told my wife about it, and she said, "If you really can't stand them, then get rid of them all."
I was furious.
That day, my wife and I argued about it, and in the ensuing verbal sparring, we didn't think before we spoke, each wanting to use the most vicious words to completely destroy the other.
My wife said, "You're just like your family, full of flaws, never understanding others. If you're so capable, then don't ask me or my family out, go find the person your mother arranged for you to live with."
She was referring to her female classmate whom I had spent a few days with.
I said, "Well, didn't you also leave me and find someone else?"
She retorted angrily, "What's wrong with me finding someone? I didn't sleep with him, unlike you, who slept with someone after just a few days."
I felt like I'd been touched on a sore spot, and without thinking, I retorted, "I may be bad, but how good are you? You're not even an adult, and you slept with your uncle, letting someone else have their way with you!"
My words clearly touched a nerve with my wife. She stared at me and asked, "Have you always minded about this?"
Of course I minded. What man wouldn't?
That fierce argument was the first in ten years of marriage, and also the one where we hurt each other the most.
Finally, I slammed the door and left, returning to the construction site.

I didn't return home until two months later, on our child's birthday.
That night, my wife carefully served me, diligently giving me oral sex, actively climbing on top of me, stroking me gently, even actively touching her genitals, trying her best to appear alluring.
My desire was slowly aroused, and I began to respond to my wife's passion. As I gripped my wife's snow-white buttocks with both hands and thrust into her body forcefully, a vision of a dream suddenly flashed through my mind. At that moment, she too had such round, white buttocks, letting me penetrate her.

I was stunned for a moment, as if in a dream.

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