Under the bright moon, we make plans for exercise, wandering with the wind and the falling autumn snow
Qian Jianjun's words sparked a spark of hope in Ke Yike's narrow eyes.
"Think about it. If Xiaoyue is soundly asleep, wouldn't she feel anything even if someone gently touches her? So, if she's unconscious and has contact with someone, and she gradually gets used to it, that should help her."
"Yeah, that makes sense! But how can we keep Sister Yue unconscious?"
"We both love playing basketball. You see, after a game, we often get bruises on our bodies without realizing it..." Qian Jianjun deliberately didn't continue.
"Yeah! Brother Jun, you're amazing. Why didn't I think of that?" Ke Yike's eyes lit up like a magic crystal ball, but only for a moment before the spark started to fade. "But what if Sister Yue doesn't want to go at all?"
"I just signed an agreement with Xiaoyue. Let's go play basketball together. This is my first invitation. I don't think anyone will refuse." Qian Jianjun pondered, then looked up at Ke Yike, "Besides, we have your help. Brothers united are stronger than iron!"
The agreement signed by Qian Jianjun was actually for inviting Xue Jiuyue to an event together with him. Ke Yike now felt that Qian Jianjun, "Brother Jun", was a good brother worth associating with, so he also agreed: "Yes, brothers work together and their strength can break metal! This is for Sister Yue's own good!"
After Xue Jiuyue returned to her seat, Tu Xinyue quickly joined Shu Xiaoxian in a conversation. Watching the two of them chatting and laughing, Xue Jiuyue let go of her last bit of worry. She knew that while she didn't agree with Tu Xinyue's outrageous ideas, they were a powerful remedy for Shu Xiaoxian's hidden mental illness.
"If their ideas could be reconciled, wouldn't it be perfect?" Before she could dispel this unrealistic thought, Qian Jianjun came to her.
"Hello Xiaoyue, can I sit for a moment?"
"Hello, Mr. Qian, don't be so polite. Just sit down. What instructions do you have for me today?" Because of Shu Xiaoxian's matter, Xue Jiuyue felt more grateful to Qian Jianjun and also joked with a smile.
"Since you've asked me to be rude, then don't keep calling me 'Mr. Qian' or 'Mr. Qian'. I'm two years older than you, so it's better to call me Jun Ge."
"It doesn't matter what you call me, it's just a nickname, why bother being so obsessed with it? I'm just used to calling him Mr. Qian and don't want to change it. The fee for me to change my name is not cheap."
"Okay, it's my fault. I was obsessed! It's up to you. Are you free tomorrow night to call Ke Ke, Xiao Zhou and the others to play basketball together?" Following Xue Jiuyue's relaxed atmosphere, Qian Jianjun went straight to the point.
"Playing basketball? I'm not really suitable for it. At most I can just watch..." Xue Jiuyue didn't completely refuse.
Qian Jianjun once again deployed his "patient persuasion" skill plug-in, "Keke, Xiaonian, Yiyi and I all like to play basketball, so we plan to book a court tomorrow night and go exercise together. I won't force you. If you really don't want to play basketball, there's still half a court left, so just think of it as a night run, sweating, which is good for sleep. After that, we can find a place to sit on the street and eat skewers and sweat. This food stall is a feast for the eyes, peanuts and edamame are a must, and you can also get some ma xiao lian and shao jiang. The boss will give us two more skewers, and we can all drink a draft of beer. Of course, if you have plans, or really don't want to go, just think of me asking the boss for leave on their behalf so that we can go out and have some fresh air."
Xue Jiuyue, who only cherished delicious food, was intrigued by Qian Jianjun's witty, déjà vu-like poem. As Qian Jianjun had said, if things didn't work out, there was still half a basketball court for him to shoot hoops or run for exercise, so nodding in agreement was a given.
Sunset and sunrise, simple repetition.
Every day is the same, yet every day is different.
It exists as a matter of course, in everyone's heart, playing out unpredictable emotions.
But the more you care, the more it likes to make trouble. For example, this time, despite the anticipation of many people, it came late.
Xue Jiuyue arrived at about the same time as usual, but soon her attention was drawn to a guest.
It was the woman from the "wild couple" that Lin Yiyi had previously disliked. Ever since they rented the apartment, she'd been less and less visible. But since the past two days, she's been popping up again after work. They've gone from sitting side by side on the sofa to facing each other, allowing the silent gaze to return.
But in Xue Jiuyue's eyes, it was nothing more than a ritualistic, dog-eared embellishment. All that remained was a deliberately constructed shell, filled with emptiness, devoid of soul. Perhaps this was a woman's sixth sense, but "Spit Star" said that so-called sixth sense is based on subtle details.
Xue Jiuyue also tried to find the sixth sense or the real support for prediction from the forms that seemed the same at first glance.
The more she observed, the more clues she began to discern. She felt that their gazes before were like those of the only couple privileged to have a reserved seat in "Inch by Inch of Time." Gazing into each other's eyes was like reading a book, reading each other's story and seeing their own reflection. And that story was intoxicating, evoking a smile within each of them, a feeling that made one instantly understand happiness itself. They still looked at each other now, but it was only a mutual alignment, no longer a tacit connection. They still smiled, but it was a stiff, forced smile, more like a perfunctory gesture, given to each other and to themselves.
While the reasons seemed strong, a closer look revealed subjective factors to be the majority. However, the fact that a woman appeared alone here during work hours on a weekday was objectively a bit out of place.
The lady's hairstyle remains unchanged, her shoulder-length hair is dragged with fine waves, she wears a white shirt, a black A-line skirt, black stockings and black high heels. The simple tones perfectly present the grace and charm of a professional woman.
In order to confirm his guess, Xue Jiuyue went over to chat with her. When he got closer, Xue Jiuyue found that, contrary to the "smiling face" on the table, the lady was already in tears.
Just when she was in a dilemma, the lady took the initiative to invite Xue Jiuyue in a gentle mezzo-soprano voice, "Hello, could you please come over and sit for a while?"
"Oh ok, thank you."
"Hello, I know you are the owner of this place. I just wonder if you are free now and if you would like to listen to my story."
"It's my pleasure."
Without much pleasantries, the lady began to talk directly, "My name is Qiuxue. You should have noticed that we came here together. The one who came is my colleague. His name is Feng."
Xue Jiuyue just nodded slightly without interrupting the other person's story.
"I have been very simple since I was a child. I went to school simply, worked simply, met a boy through my parents' introduction simply, and then fell in love simply. Or maybe it wasn't even a relationship, just a simple acquaintance, but everyone around me, including my parents, thought we were suitable, so I married that boy simply. There was no difficulty in getting a betrothal gift or pressure to get a wedding house. Both sides' parents gave everything they should have and gave everything they were supposed to.
Before I met Feng, my husband was my only man. He treated me well and cherished me deeply. He didn't let me do any housework, took care of me as much as he could, and I had the final say in the family. He was an only child, and his parents-in-law loved me dearly. There were no conflicts between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, no antagonism between sisters-in-law, and everything seemed so blissful to outsiders. But he was a reserved man, not good at speaking, and only knew how to keep his head down. There was no fairytale prince, no Romeo on the stage, no Monkey King riding a rainbow cloud. Even before I met Feng, I had never accepted a single rose! Simple days, perhaps, were pure happiness, plain as water, without a single ripple. Until this happiness simmered into dullness, then into boredom, a dullness devoid of life, like a parked car, the same unchanging scenery, with no sense of time, no sense of change from tomorrow to today or yesterday. In the end, I surrendered to fate, believing that this was my simplicity. No, it was simply a life as plain as boiled water, devoid of any color. My son is the one who has sustained me through all this suffering. I always look forward to him growing up and becoming an adult, hoping that he will be happy and happy for me! Perhaps this is my life.
Until I met the wind.
Only with him did I know the joy of being a woman, the taste of happiness. I could truly feel his blazing love, like a flame warming and boiling me every second, like a hand constantly wrapping around me and caressing me. With him, every minute held the potential for surprise, every minute was filled with anticipation, and every minute was filled with endless excitement.
Soon we were together! I admit that I am shameless, but I don't regret it! Being with him, even just once, is worth it even if it means death!
If my soul could continue endlessly in the world, I could abide by the precepts for liberation in the other side, give up this life for happiness in the next life, and be ignorant of the cause and effect of reincarnation; but my life is also like a flash of light, spring flowers and autumn moon, I want to live once for myself, to bloom once with all my strength, to prove that I have lived and existed!
So I completely fell.
And I wanted to live with Feng so badly. I couldn't live without him for even a single moment. Even if we were apart for just one night, I felt like I couldn't breathe! I thought he was like my heart, beating constantly in my soul, sharing my joys and sorrows. I believe Feng felt the same way back then. We were both obsessed with each other.
But I have one last vestige of confidence: my son is a sophomore in high school and will be taking the college entrance exam next year. I simply cannot bear to inflict fatal harm on him at this moment. I'm not a good wife, but I still hope to be a competent mother. Even if everyone in the world calls me shameless, I don't want those three words to come out of my son's mouth.
There's no such thing as having it both ways, so Feng and I found a compromise. We rented a house, confessed our differences to our families, and moved out. We didn't want to divorce yet, but we both claimed we were on business trips, missed the kids, or needed to go home for something. We'd wait until after the kids took the college entrance exams before we could truly get together.
It was I who suggested confessing to my family. I didn't want to go against my heart, but I also didn't want to lie to my husband, who was a good man. I had already made the mistake, but at least I didn't want to deceive him.
At first, Feng and I spent every day intoxicated, like a fish in water, a bird out of its cage. But life was mundane, and soon we became bogged down by details like daily necessities and even sleeping positions. Gossip also became rampant, and Feng's courage faded, leading to a worsening temper. Feng was a gentle, well-educated man; he wouldn't hit or scold me, and he still tried to be nice to me. But I could sense that he was regretting it, and even starting to get annoyed with me.
I'm no different. I used to only see Feng's strengths, but now I'm constantly comparing her flaws to my husband's. I've read a lot of advice online and know this is a normal psychological state, a normal stage in the development of love. But the question is, is there any way forward now? Do I still have a choice? I've done what I needed to do, I've made the mistakes I needed to make, and I've hurt everyone I need to hurt. What should I do?
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