Chapter 67 On this day of family reunion, the Fu family also had a rare occasion…
Thinking about the suffering that the two women closest to her might have faced, and the similar hardships faced by tens of millions of women of her time, Tang Mingli found it hard to relax.
She knew better than anyone that the road ahead would be difficult, and she also knew better than anyone how insignificant humans were in the face of it.
In the face of the long flow of history, any individual seems powerless.
This sense of powerlessness made Tang Mingli feel unusually frustrated.
She couldn't even explain why she was frustrated, after all, she wasn't the kind of person with lofty ambitions and never dared to dream of saving the country and its people.
But the fact is, the thought that even after so many decades, the predicaments faced by women in this era still exist in some corner of China is inexplicably disheartening.
In order to stop herself from wallowing in this negative and pessimistic mood, Tang Mingli decided to go upstairs to take a shower first.
This is what she loves to do.
The flow of water washing over the body can not only remove the dust, but also wash away many of the troubles that one cannot understand.
I took a shower, and although I still haven't figured out the problems I was wondering about, I definitely felt different as a person.
If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it.
Ordinary people shouldn't overthink macro-level issues, as that makes them acutely aware of their own insignificance and powerlessness. This sense of insignificance and powerlessness can easily trap them in a negative state from which they can't escape.
Just live each day to the fullest.
After figuring this out, she calmly practiced calligraphy in her study for a long time.
So focused was he that he didn't even realize he'd resigned.
When I looked up and saw him standing at the door, I even thought I was seeing things because I was practicing calligraphy.
After rubbing my eyes and looking again, I found that there was no trace of the person in the image, and only then did I dare to believe that what I was seeing in front of me was really the real person.
Overjoyed, Tang Mingli asked happily, "Why are you back? You called me the night before last, weren't you still in another city?"
A smile spread across Fu Ci's face. He took a few steps forward, getting closer to her before saying with a smile, "You know it was the night before last."
After finishing his business yesterday, he and his business partner took the train back to Guangcheng. After a day and a night of travel, they finally returned home on what should have been a day of family reunion.
Tang Mingli had no idea; she simply assumed he was too busy to call home.
Seeing the undisguised weariness on his face, Tang Mingli felt a pang of heartache and urged him to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
Fu Ci knew that his wife would find him disgusting because of his dirtiness, so he didn't dare to give her a hug when he saw her.
However, after such a long train ride, he was indeed dirty, and he couldn't stand the smell on himself.
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Fu Ci took an unusually long time to shower, lathering himself with soap twice.
He smelled the distinct scent of soap on himself and thought he would no longer be disliked.
Sure enough, when he reappeared in the study looking clean and refreshed, his wife gave him a big hug.
This hug instantly chased away the fatigue from the past few days of running around.
"have……"
"Why does it feel a little rough?"
The unfinished sentence was spoken by Fu Ci, who wanted to ask if he missed him, but was interrupted by his wife's comment that he was being rude.
Could he have misheard? His wife's tone seemed to carry a hint of disdain.
He didn't want to think that way and tried to convince himself that he had misheard.
But Tang Mingli did have a slight dislike for it.
After being apart for so many days, she really missed his abs and pecs, so after taking a shower, she couldn't wait to hug him and feel them.
But it feels a little hard against my chest?!
What happened to her favorite pectoral muscles?
Tang Mingli quickly pulled open his clothes to examine him closely.
Tsk tsk tsk, you've really lost weight, no wonder you feel uncomfortable.
She asked with concern, "Haven't you been eating properly these past few days?"
Fu Ci: "..."
How could he not understand what his wife was concerned about?
Fu Ci took a deep breath.
He needs to calm himself down, otherwise he'll be compelled to ask clearly whether she's worried about him not eating or about him losing muscle.
He quickly calmed down and successfully convinced himself.
So what if you feel sorry for him losing muscle? The muscles are his body, so feeling sorry for the muscles is the same as feeling sorry for him.
A real man shouldn't be so petty.
He smiled again and told her, "I've been busy these past few days, so my eating habits haven't been very regular."
When I'm busy, I often only eat one proper meal a day.
Tang Mingli told him, "Don't do that again. No matter how busy you are, remember to eat."
It's fine when you're young, but if you eat too much or go hungry and don't take it seriously, you'll suffer when you're old.
Fu Ci nodded and solemnly agreed, "No, it won't happen again."
He really won't do that anymore. No matter how busy he is in the future, he will definitely remember to eat. Otherwise, even if his work improves, he might lose points with his wife.
Tang Mingli stopped nagging. Firstly, nagging was useless; it all depended on the person. Secondly, she believed Fu Ci was a man of his word. He wouldn't use even the smallest thing to brush off his family.
Looking at the time, Tang Mingli realized there was still some time before dinner, so she decided to tidy up her desk and make room for Fu Ci.
Before he could even make a move, Fu Ci grabbed his hand.
Thinking it was just the sweet intimacy of a newlywed couple, and she was a little shy about telling him to stop, she noticed his gaze was fixed on the words she had written, his expression unusually serious. He even seemed to think that looking at them wasn't enough, and picked them up to examine them closely.
This attitude is quite similar to a teacher checking students' homework.
However, he wasn't a teacher, so Tang Mingli wasn't nervous. She simply sat down and watched him check her work with a smile.
She is confident; after such a long period of persistence, her handwriting has improved significantly, and Fu Ci will definitely praise her after seeing it.
She was right; Fu Ci examined her for a long time and indeed praised her.
"Yes, your handwriting has improved a lot."
If things continue like this, surpassing him is only a matter of time, and that time won't be too long.
Fu Ci realized that his wife was not only interested in calligraphy, but also extremely talented in it.
I almost blurted out the idea of finding her a teacher, but I knew her too well; if she felt pressured about something she liked, it might backfire.
The best proof is the time he tried to catch her practicing calligraphy when he was idle at home.
Let's wait and see if she has this idea herself, or if there's a suitable time to bring it up again.
Tang Mingli was unaware that Fu Ci had thought so far ahead, and she was eagerly waiting for him to say more words of praise. Who knew he would stop after saying that one sentence, leaving her slightly disappointed.
Perhaps her progress wasn't enough to surprise or delight him.
It's okay, she's recently become very interested in practicing calligraphy, so it's not impossible for her to practice hard.
Tang Mingli, unusually ambitious, decided to work hard quietly and deliver a stunning performance.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunions, the Fu family also had a rare opportunity to have a complete dinner together.
Looking at the family all together, Grandpa Fu couldn't help but sigh, "How long has it been since our family had a meal together like this?"
He didn't make a special effort to keep track, but he felt that both his son and grandson had been very busy this year.
Given that his father, who rarely showed his emotions, was making such a rare remark, how could Fu Cheng'an, the son, not reflect on his own actions?
He smiled and said, "I won't be so busy anymore, I'll definitely come back more often to have meals with you."
Grandpa Fu snorted coldly: "I didn't mean that. Whether you eat with me or not, I can still eat two big bowls."
Everyone laughed when he said that.
Tang Mingli also testified: "I can testify that Grandpa did not lie."
The two elderly people in the Fu family are both in good health, can eat and sleep well, and will surely live to be a hundred years old.
Since the topic had come up, Fu Ci decided to reveal a little, saying with a hint of apology, "I might be even busier next year."
He could discuss the policies that hadn't yet been announced with his wife, but he also knew it wasn't appropriate to talk about them openly. Therefore, his family didn't know that if the country might establish special economic zones next year, he might leave Guangcheng to develop his career. They could only offer a subtle heads-up.
Grandpa Fu also snorted coldly: "You're busy enough, and you want to be even busier? Don't you care about your own human nature?"
Despite his obvious concern, he deliberately said it that way. The only person present who dared to speak up against him was Madam Fu, who spoke up at the right moment: "You should eat more and talk less. It's rare for the whole family to have a meal together on a day like today. Don't ruin the atmosphere."
As she spoke, she put some greens into his bowl, and then instructed Tang Mingli, "This shrimp is your favorite, eat more of it."
Tang Mingli nodded.
There were prawns on the table today, and she tried her best to eat them.
During the conversation, she was actually a little uneasy, feeling that the topic of Gu Lin's pregnancy would inevitably come up.
After all, Gu Lin was the first among the next generation related to the Fu family by blood to get pregnant, so how could such a happy event not be mentioned?
When discussing this topic, it wouldn't be unreasonable to subtly remind her and Fu Ci, a couple who have been married for several years but haven't chosen to have children.
To Tang Mingli's surprise, her grandparents didn't mention the matter until after dinner.
Grandpa didn't bring it up, which is understandable, since he's a man and probably too embarrassed to talk about such things. But Grandma is different; she's the most senior female elder in the family, so it's perfectly normal for her to talk about this, yet she still didn't mention it at all.
Tang Mingli was puzzled; this was really unusual.
However, despite her confusion, she wouldn't bring it up on her own initiative.
After dinner, the family got into a good mood and went outside to admire the moon for more than half an hour.
In Tang Mingli's view, the moon on the fifteenth of August is no different from the fifteenth of other ordinary months such as the fifteenth of July, June, and May.
Whether it's bright or dark depends on the weather that day.
If there were no clouds, she thought everything would be equally bright and clear.
However, the elders all believed that the moon was the roundest and brightest today, and she agreed with them.
Unless one has received a systematic scientific education, one's understanding of nature is easily subject to subjectivity.
Surprisingly, she discovered tonight that this subjectivity is also contagious.
After looking at it for a while, she also felt that tonight's moon was exceptionally round and bright, the most beautiful she had ever seen.
As the moonlight shone down, the world seemed to transform into paradise on this night.
The beauty of heaven and earth is profound yet silent, and it is especially clear on this night.
The person who was just accompanying someone on a casual stroll ended up being the one with the deepest feelings upon returning.
After enjoying the moon, it's almost time to go to sleep.
When Tang Mingli and Fu Ci returned to their room and lay on the bed, she finally asked Fu Ci the question that had been bothering her.
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