My Story with My Wife, Part 14

My classmate from Guangzhou, who was my roommate in college, is from a small city in the north. He hooked up with a well-connected girl from Guangzhou while we were in school, and we were both assigned to Guangzhou after graduation. We hadn't seen each other since graduation, only kept in touch by phone. When we finally met, this guy, with the typical hearty and straightforward manner of a northern man, ran over to me shouting and hugging me tightly, spinning me around a few times. He asked me, "Are you in Guangzhou on business or personal?"
I didn't mention that I was traveling with my wife, otherwise he would definitely have invited her. I said, "Just some business, but it's all done. I was planning to go back tonight, but I wanted to see you, so I changed my plans to leave tomorrow. You have to take me in tonight, otherwise I'll be homeless."
My classmate said, "No problem, I can give you my whole house to live in."
I said, "It would be best if you left your wife too."
My classmate punched me hard and said, "Still the same shameless face you used to have."
Sitting in the car, I asked my classmate, "Where are we going now?"
My classmate said, "Nowhere, just home. I called your aunt, she and the housekeeper are preparing dinner at home."
-- Haha, he called his wife my aunt. We've been making this kind of joke since we were in school. Back in our university days, dating was a secretive thing, something we could only do in the dorm. Every time he brought his girlfriend back to the dorm, he would say, "Kids, your aunt is here, get out of here!"
So, everyone would curse under their breath and reluctantly leave the dorm.
That evening, we drank over a pound of strong liquor, reminiscing about our student days while sighing and discussing our work frustrations, occasionally cursing, "Fuck it all..."
It seems people are never satisfied. Take my classmate, for example; if he hadn't hooked up with someone powerful, he might still be a lowly township official in some unknown town, or worse, maybe eating chalk dust in some cramped school. Looking at him now, his career is thriving, his father-in-law, though retired, has already arranged everything for him, and he even has a maid who silently endures their exploitation.
After drinking a certain amount of alcohol, we started drinking tea, chatting about everything under the sun, the conversation seemingly endless. At one point, I missed my wife and called her. I asked, "How are you?"
She didn't answer directly, only saying, "Honey, drink less, and come home early tomorrow."
I said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Cheer up, I love you."
My classmate thought I was calling home and tried to grab my phone, saying, "Let me say a few words to my nephew's wife."
I quickly hung up. My classmate scoffed, "Damn, your kid's all grown up, what are you pretending to be young for? 'I love you,' how cheesy."
I spat at him and said, "You don't know anything."
That night, my classmate and I chatted until after 1 a.m. His wife came into the living room twice, mockingly saying, "Hmm, not bad, finally found someone to brag to, you two better not stop."
My classmate said, "Damn, I haven't been this happy in years."
The next morning, my classmate thought I was really leaving Guangzhou and insisted on taking me to the airport. I said, "Don't worry about me, I'll just wander around and buy some things for my wife and kids. The airport bus is convenient, I can leave anytime." So, my classmate went to work
, and we parted ways. I took a taxi back to the hotel. On the way, I called my wife to tell her I was back.
I opened the room door with my key card and went inside. My wife hadn't gotten up yet, lying on her side with a towel covering her face inwards. I knew she was pretending to be asleep. I went over and lay down beside her, patting her gently. "Did you have a long night? You must be exhausted."
My wife turned and hugged me, burying her face in my chest, playfully punching me with her little fists, repeatedly saying, "You're so naughty, so naughty, so naughty..."
I turned her face away, yanked off the towel covering her, and said, "I need to check my baby to see if any parts are missing."
My wife laughed, got up, and ran into the bathroom. While she was showering, I glanced around the room; both beds were a mess. It seemed they had had a very passionate night.
Perhaps because I had drunk too much last night, my head was still slightly dizzy, and I couldn't make sense of it all. I randomly turned on the TV and randomly picked a channel. A little while later, my wife came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, jumped onto the bed, and hugged me. I asked her, "Honey, did you have fun last night?"
My wife thought for a moment and said, "Honey, you won't blame me, will you?"
I hugged her and said, "Of course not, silly girl."
My wife said, "He was really amazing. He basically kept me up all night, doing it five times. I felt like we were back in the early days of our marriage. My back is still sore."
I said, "Let's not go out today. You should rest for a day."
My wife looked into my eyes and said from the bottom of her heart, "Honey, thank you for everything."
I asked her, "When did he leave?"
My wife said, "He went back around 5 a.m., afraid you'd see him when you came back. Before he left, he kept asking me, 'Am I being too unfair to my brother?'"
I asked my wife, "You didn't tell him I agreed to this, did you?"
My wife said, "How could I tell him? Besides, he wouldn't believe me anyway, and it might even scare him."
So, I hugged my wife and slept until a little after 11 a.m., then we got up, washed our faces, and went out for lunch together. We knocked on Xiao C's door, but there was no response after a while. Thinking he wasn't in the room, my wife and I were about to turn away when the door opened. Xiao C stood there with red eyes, clearly still half asleep. He looked at me, startled. Afraid of embarrassing him, I didn't look directly at him. As I walked into the room, I teased him, "Kid, what mischief did you get up to last night? You're so sleepy!"
Xiao C stammered, unsure what to say. My wife quickly chimed in, saying, "Hurry up and wash your face, let's go downstairs for lunch."
Xiao C, as if granted a pardon, agreed and quickly ran into the bathroom. My wife nudged me and whispered, "You're so naughty."
At the lunch table, Xiao C's expression was very unnatural, his eyes constantly darting away from me. Seeing this, I got mischievous again and said to him, "Kid, judging from my old-timer's perspective, you must have done something bad last night. Are you going to confess willingly, or wait for me to interrogate you?"
Little C chuckled awkwardly and didn't say anything. My wife tried to smooth things over, saying, "Don't mind your brother, just eat."
I continued, "Hmm, I'll remind the others later if anyone's lost their wallets. I bet you were a pickpocket last night."
This made both my wife and Little C laugh. The atmosphere returned to normal. After lunch, because it was too hot, none of the three of us wanted to go out, so we went back to our room to play cards. The afternoon passed in this cheerful atmosphere.
We stayed another night in Guangzhou. The travel agency's plan was to take the Guangzhou-Shenzhen high-speed train to Shenzhen the next day. The tourist train we had taken here was waiting for us in Guangzhou. That night, as we were going to bed, my wife told me in detail what had happened: Shortly after I left, Little C came to our room. At first, they chatted casually, and then the two of them played cards for a while. Later, C said, "My older brother told me before he left to massage your shoulders."
So, his wife obediently lay down on the bed, and C began massaging her shoulders and legs. The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate, and his wife asked C, "What kind of girlfriend do you want in the future?"
Little C said, "I have a girlfriend now, but I just can't seem to find the right feeling, and it's unlikely we'll stay together after graduation."
His wife asked, "What kind of person are you looking for?"
Little C said, "I wish I could meet someone like you, sister."
His wife said, "Don't worry about that. You're very cute and excellent. You'll definitely meet a girl who's much better than you in the future. I'm too old for that."
—A normal man in this situation would definitely know what to do next, so everything happened naturally...
The next day in the streets of Shenzhen, his wife playfully clung to Little C's arm, and Little C looked at me nervously. The scene reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf hugging the Little Rabbit—except, the Big Bad Wolf wasn't him, but his wife. I deliberately said to his wife, "You're just tormenting a young boy."
His wife said smugly, "I'm happy to. He's my brother, nobody can stop him."
After a day in Shenzhen, we returned to Guangzhou and took a bus back overnight. Little C went straight back to school. When we parted, his wife cried her eyes out, making Little C tear up too. We gave him both our phone numbers and told him to contact us anytime if he needed anything. His home is very close to our city, so we told him he could visit during his holidays, and we'd be his tour guide.
On the train back, my wife sat alone on her berth, lost in thought. After a long while, she said to me, "Honey, everything that happened seems like a dream now."
I asked, "A nightmare or a beautiful dream?"
She said, "I can't say for sure, but it's definitely not a nightmare."
I thought for a moment and said, "Isn't life itself a kind of dream? Like the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly: being a butterfly is a dream for humans, but who can say for sure that being a human is also just a dream for a butterfly?"
My wife didn't say anything, just leaned against me silently. I patted her shoulder and said, "Honey, I know you miss him. It's okay, there will be many more opportunities to see each other in the future."
My wife said, "Actually, I don't miss him that much as a person, but I keep thinking about what happened these past few days. Even if we see each other again, who knows if I'll still feel this way?"
I said, "Don't worry, respond to things as they come, let them go as they go. Take it one step at a time. Don't worry, I'm here for you."
After returning home and resting for two days, we spent those two days together in our own little world. After this trip, I noticed my wife had become more dependent on me. If I left her side for even a moment, she would immediately call out, "Honey, what are you doing?"
Two days later, we both went back to work, and life returned to normal…

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