Chapter 45 (Second Update) Her good husband, fully demonstrating...
When Tang Mingli finally finished writing this page of calligraphy, she looked up and met the gaze of her husband who was staring straight at her.
They both exchanged a knowing smile.
Tang Mingli generously showed her husband the results of her practice. During the time she was unemployed at home, he had thought about fixing her ugly handwriting.
She felt that her handwriting had at least reached a point where it wasn't ugly, and was even somewhat good-looking. How could she not take credit for such progress?
However, despite my high expectations, I only received two words from him.
"good."
Although she smiled and spoke in a praising tone, Tang Mingli still felt a sense of disappointment. She even stood up in a huff, gave up her seat, and said with a puffed-out face, "Come on, you write a paragraph too, let me see how good yours is."
Fu Ci laughed even more heartily, never expecting that his unintentional remark would ignite his wife's competitive spirit.
Since that's the case, he'll cooperate this once.
And for some reason, seeing his wife's handwriting made him want to write as well.
Fu Ci walked over and sat down. He also took a piece of paper that she usually used for writing, not the kind used for copying, but a proper piece of white paper. He copied down the passage that his wife had just copied, word by word.
When Fu Ci wrote down two lines, Tang Mingli was completely convinced.
No wonder he spoke so confidently; it turns out he only uses a fraction of his strength when he writes.
Without needing to read further, she already knew the real difference. Tang Mingli asked Fu Ci, "How did you develop such beautiful handwriting?"
"As bright as a swimming dragon" is probably the best way to describe his calligraphy.
After carefully writing this sentence, Fu Ci answered her seriously: "Actually, when I first started learning to write, I had a teacher and studied with him for a year."
Perhaps it was that year that laid the foundation, because throughout his subsequent studies he always followed the teacher's instructions. Over time, year after year, he naturally developed beautiful handwriting.
Tang Mingli understood. By this calculation, it had taken him almost twenty years to achieve such results.
She smiled with relief and said, "Then I didn't lose unjustly."
"lose?"
Why does my wife's little head keep thinking about these things? Fu Ci shook his head repeatedly after hearing this, "I didn't mean to compete with you."
It is an unfair victory.
However, Tang Mingli replied to him, "I want to compete with you."
"Why?"
Fu Ci was puzzled. There's nothing to compare between husband and wife, especially something as simple as writing... It's purely a hobby, so there's even less reason to compare.
He looked at his wife, waiting for her answer.
However, Tang Mingli rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked at him. Seeing that he was about to get impatient, she slowly spoke.
"Because we are husband and wife, and husband and wife should make progress together."
With just a few words, Fu Ci's heart blossomed like a flower.
"You, you."
Fu Ci's tone was both helpless and indulgent; he really couldn't do anything about her.
Tang Mingli smiled, her eyes crinkling.
It must be admitted that she was indeed unusually inspired to fight.
Perhaps she will never be able to write characters as elegant and graceful as Fu Ci's, but if she persists in practicing, she will surely be able to write characters in her own style one day.
A short while later, they were called downstairs for dinner, and the two of them then left the study hand in hand.
Fu's father will not be back for the next few days because of military matters.
Fu's mother said with some emotion, "It's rare that Fu Ci can come back and have dinner today, but Cheng An can't. It's been a long time since our family has had a meal together as a whole."
Grandpa Fu took it and said, "We should be grateful that we live in a peaceful era."
The implication is that, if it weren't for peacetime, for many families, the idea of the whole family having a meal together would be a luxury.
Everyone understood and laughed in agreement.
This isn't just a perfunctory response; it's a genuine agreement with what Mr. Fu said.
Without the bloodshed and sacrifice of countless people back then, there would be no peaceful life today, and many things that seem ordinary today would be unattainable dreams.
During their casual conversation, Fu's mother mentioned the Guangcheng Hotel, which had recently reopened.
Madam Fu was quite surprised and said, "It's reopened?"
She remembers clearly that on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival thirteen years ago, a group of young people suddenly rushed into the Guangcheng Hotel, criticizing sightseeing as capitalism and saying that limited manpower and time should be invested in revolution and production.
As a result, the only hotel in Guangcheng closed down.
Why does she remember it so clearly?
Because the hotel offered a day trip to Guangzhou that year, she finally managed to persuade her husband to let the whole family go out for a day trip together.
Before I could even register, the hostel was forced to close down.
More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye, and the whole family still hasn't gone on a trip together.
When this regret was mentioned, Mr. Fu fell silent.
Mother Fu chimed in, "It's not too late to make up for this regret now."
As she spoke, she looked at Fu Ci with hopeful eyes: "Are you still going to be this busy lately?"
As soon as her mother asked the question, Fu Ci understood what she meant and told her apologetically, "I'll probably be very busy until the end of the year."
Being able to go home early today was purely by accident.
As expected, Mrs. Fu said with a disappointed "oh," and regretfully added, "Then we can only wait until you're less busy, and then we can all sign up for a hotel and go out for fun together."
Tang Mingli understood; the inn was a travel agency from decades later.
I never expected that travel agencies existed so early. I thought that after the reform and opening up, with economic development, people gradually developed new pursuits of spiritual needs and travel gradually emerged.
It actually existed more than a decade ago, but disappeared for more than a decade for some reason.
When it comes to traveling, Tang Mingli gets excited and says to her mother-in-law, "Mom, it's okay if Fu Ci can't go. We can go by ourselves."
It's not like we can't play if someone is missing.
Hearing her daughter-in-law say that, Fu's mother was tempted again.
Yes, it's not like our son is too busy. People who have time can't go out and have fun.
If their son is always busy and never has time, are they just supposed to keep waiting?
With just a glance, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law reached an agreement.
Tang Mingli then asked Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu, "Grandpa and Grandma, if the tour group goes on vacation, will you go too?"
"I..." Just as Old Master Fu was about to say that he wasn't interested in playing, Old Madam Fu glared at him.
Madam Fu said to him, "While you're still healthy, it's not a bad thing to go out and see more of the world."
Tang Mingli smiled and quietly gave her a thumbs up.
Grandma is becoming more and more domineering in front of Grandpa.
Knowing Grandma's attitude, Grandpa's attitude didn't matter anymore, since Grandma would handle him anyway.
Tang Mingli asked her mother-in-law with great interest, "Where is the Guangcheng Hotel? I have plenty of time, I'll go there tomorrow to find out."
"That's great." Fu's mother had originally planned to take some time to consult with her daughter-in-law in detail, but if her daughter-in-law was willing to go, that would be even better, as she would definitely do a better job than herself.
So I told her the address of Guangcheng Hotel.
Tang Mingli made a note of it, then patted her chest and assured everyone, "Leave this to me. I will definitely find out what travel programs are currently available."
A day trip to Guangcheng is too impractical. If possible, she would like to book a tour outside the province, or at least outside the city.
He was speechless when his wife said, "It's okay if he doesn't go, they can go by themselves." He couldn't believe that he had been so easily abandoned.
Looking at his wife's eyes, which lit up more and more as she talked about traveling, he felt nothing but helplessness, yet also a little bit of relief. Relief that he hadn't chosen the wrong person; she was indeed an independent person with her own ideas.
She was right. He was very busy and had little time to spend with his family. It was right for them to have their own plans when he couldn't be with them.
But being so blatantly excluded from the plans by his wife, and hearing her excitedly anticipate the possible trip, he felt a pang of sadness, and even started to have some doubts. He wanted to ask her whether she wanted him to make the trip more enjoyable or not.
But with his family around, he couldn't possibly ask such a naive question.
After their usual binge-watching session ended, the couple returned to the second floor, and Fu Ci could no longer hold back, finally asking the question that had been on his mind all night.
It might have seemed childish, and Tang Mingli tried to hold back, but she couldn't help but laugh, and the more she laughed, the more excited she became.
Why are you worrying about this?
This is really not a question to be confused about, at least not one that someone as rational and decisive as him would be confused about.
Just like how to do something in situation A and how to do something in situation B, it's simply a matter of making a judgment and then taking action.
She understood, and he understood even better.
But now, he was holding onto him and wouldn't let go.
Fu Ci's ears turned red, but he remained determined to hear the answer from his wife.
Okay, Tang Mingli understands.
Sometimes, you have to coax your partner like a child; sometimes you have to.
She opened her arms and hugged his waist, gently leaning against his chest, trying not to laugh too freely, and told him, "Of course it's more fun with you."
Fu Ci was delighted with the answer. He wanted to say something more, but Tang Mingli, afraid that she would keep coaxing him, quickly put her index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture.
"It's rare that you can come home early today. Do you really want to waste all your time on these issues?"
Fu Ci's Adam's apple bobbed, and when he spoke again, his voice was somewhat hoarse. He asked, "What would be a waste?"
This is bad!!!
Tang Mingli swore that she just wanted to say something to distract him, and there was really no other implication.
But her good husband fully demonstrated his exceptional understanding and put it into practice.
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Tang Mingli was so tired that she didn't get up until noon, even though she had planned to go to the travel agency for information the next day. After lunch, she still wanted to sleep.
She never forced herself to sleep; she'd sleep whenever she wanted, since the inn wouldn't go out of business just because she had nothing to do that day.
So I went upstairs and slept for the rest of the afternoon.
However, when her mother-in-law asked her about it that evening, she felt somewhat embarrassed, but she still had to bite the bullet and tell the truth.
"I felt really sleepy all day, so I didn't go out..."
She spoke softer and softer, until finally she didn't even dare to look up at her mother-in-law's face, afraid that her mother-in-law would guess something.
Fortunately, her image as someone who loves to sleep is already deeply ingrained in people's minds. Although her mother was a little surprised, she thought it was normal after hearing the news and laughed and said to her, "If you didn't go, you didn't go. There's no need to feel like you did something wrong. This isn't urgent."
Tang Mingli nodded vigorously. Her mother-in-law was very understanding, but she still said that she would definitely go to the hotel tomorrow to find out more.
must.
Even if I resign today, I will return early and resolutely refuse to let him touch me.
Sigh, how come that scoundrel never gets tired?
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