Chapter 167
At the card table today are Mrs. Yi, Mrs. Liang, Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Yuan.
Mrs. Ma is a famous beauty in the wives' circle. Ms. Qiao's sudden appearance in the pseudo-imperial circle caused quite a stir in the circle, which put a lot of pressure on Mrs. Ma.
Now neither of them is willing to give in to the other, and they are competing with each other openly and secretly.
The wives of the emperor were also the most happy to sit back and watch the tigers fight. They always liked to invite them to play cards or go shopping. Mrs. Yi would invite them to play cards whenever she played cards. The other pseudo-imperial ministers rushed to take turns to watch their competition, simply enjoying the excitement.
When the atmosphere at the card table was tense, he went upstairs as soon as he entered the room, and Mrs. Yi didn't even have time to call him.
Mrs. Yi said inwardly, "When that little devil was here, I wanted to stay put. Now it feels like my feet are burning here."
When Grandma came over to deliver some snacks, Mrs. Yi asked, "Is Old Yi back to get something?"
Grandma said, "It seems like I went to the storeroom to look through some old books."
Mrs. Yi said, "Why do you keep digging through those old things these days?"
He was about to leave with two boxes of postcards in his hand when Mrs. Yi called out, "Old Yi, Mrs. Yuan is here. Have you ever seen her?"
He came over and smiled, "I've seen you before."
Ms. Qiao smiled and said, "Mr. Yi is really a busy man, it's rare to see him."
Ms. Qiao wanted to make friends with him, but she came to his house several times and couldn't even see him. She couldn't find an opportunity. In fact, based on past experience, she knew that if he really wanted to meet her, he would naturally find her after the first meeting without her taking the initiative.
However, Mrs. Yuan was proud of her glorious military achievements. She felt that given Lao Yi's official position and personality, he would certainly not be willing to take the initiative first and would wait for others to come forward and throw themselves into her arms.
She still didn't understand him. Mrs. Yi was even more anxious than she was. Women who knew him knew that if he really wanted to do that, there would be no need for all that complicated and lengthy foreplay.
His time outside of work is limited, and he's exhausted, so he doesn't have the time or energy to waste time flirting and looking for someone. Of course, if he does find someone, he'll still flirt, but his flirting is domineering and possessive, and he won't let women influence him.
He left without saying a few words.
When he got home that night, he showed her his star-studded films. One was about winter in the north, featuring red berries, emerald green pine needles, dark green leaves, pink peach blossoms, and deep red maple leaves covered in icicles, like candied haws. Others featured white rime. He'd bought them when he was in the north, and he thought she'd really liked them.
She flipped through the postcard and smiled, "This is so beautiful. I know this transparent thing is called icing, and this snow-like thing is called rime. There's a short article about it, but I've never seen it."
"I lived in your hometown for a few years, and it never snowed."
"When I was a child, my mother took me to my grandmother's house and I saw snow for the first time. If you look closely at the snowflakes, each one is different. Some are just like the ones in the books, with a very standard hexagonal shape, while others are crooked and twisted. Snowflakes can be beautiful or ugly."
She remembered a movie where the heroine was from the north and her name contained the word "mei". This was probably to express that she was as resilient and unyielding as the plum blossom, defying the snow and frost. There were also two white plum trees planted in her yard, and they were in full bloom in the heavy snow, which was very beautiful.
When she mentioned the movie, he laughed and said, "It's a Southerner's fantasy of the North. It's beautiful, but it's not the true beauty of the North. It's still the beauty of the South."
"Why."
"Because the plum blossoms suffer from the cold in the south, the winter in the north is too cold, and it is difficult for the plum blossoms to survive."
Wang Jiazhi thought of the winter described in the novel, the cold that froze the earth to cracks, froze the river water solid, and made her hands and feet bleed. There was also the cold that he said could freeze people to death and freeze their ears off.
In such terrible cold, what flowers can survive except snowflakes?
The solemn silence, the breath of death, and the awe-inspiring cold are the unique beauty of the northern winter.
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