Chapter 306
While working with the magazine, she also got to know a few people. One of them got some tickets for a play and asked her and a few others to go see it. The story was about the case of the body parts being put into boxes. The actors wore loose white clothes and heavy makeup, with their faces painted white, just like the White Impermanence. Stage plays are supposed to be exaggerated in their performance, and this play was much more exaggerated than regular stage plays. She didn't like things where the form was more important than the content, and if the performance was too exaggerated, even good content could be easily overshadowed. However, although the body parts were fake, they couldn't stand up to the group of White Impermanence-like people around them, shouting and yelling, making it even more terrifying than the real thing. She had worked in a rescue station in Hong Kong and had seen real things.
At night, she would bring the child from the crib to her bed to prevent nightmares. Strangely enough, she hadn't had nightmares since she'd been with him in her previous life.
People with a strong murderous aura have a certain ability to exorcise ghosts, and children seem to have this ability as well. Once, when he came back and held her in his arms, the kitten grabbed the shoulder of his Mao suit with one of its paws and patted it repeatedly. After a while, the patting stopped. He wasn't surprised at all, just smiled. She didn't ask. It wasn't like he brought something back, and the girl chased him away.
Several new movies have been released recently, and Wang Jiazhi has watched several of them. One tells the story of a policeman who approaches a girl to investigate a case and begins a relationship with her. However, the girl remains uneasy because the man always keeps his eyes open when kissing her.
Come to think of it, it's true. Kissing with eyes open really spoils the mood. What's the point of continuing? Besides, he's just investigating a case, and no one's watching him. It's not worth it to be like Zhang Fei, so he can't close his eyes.
As nervous as he was, he closed his eyes when kissing.
But in her previous life, after those first few times, she'd noticed he rarely moaned or closed his eyes in bed. She'd assumed she was more sensitive than he was, so she couldn't help herself, and he wouldn't moan much. After observing him several times, she realized it wasn't that he didn't want to moan, but that he was simply forcing it down. She felt deeply frustrated, convinced she wasn't good enough to make him completely relax, so he still had to suppress his composure during those times. Publicly, it was clear she wasn't up to the task, meaning she hadn't yet earned his full trust. Privately, seeing his suppressed and distressed expression, she felt a surge of maternal feelings, desperate for him to feel better. Of course, this was only a fabricated excuse she'd made up later to justify her actions. The public part was a carefully crafted one, claiming she wasn't driven by emotion, but simply to fulfill her mission. The latter was also part of her self-deception: it was normal for a woman to feel maternal for a man, and it had nothing to do with any other emotions.
That's why she tried so hard to want... to have him... But no matter how hard she tried, he could never hold back. But there was one time when he played tricks on her and she insisted until the very end, biting the pillow and sheets until the cotton was exposed. He was bitten to a bloody pulp by her, but he still couldn't control himself.
But as time went on, he eventually started to moan and liked to close his eyes. She wasn't surprised, because by then it wasn't the joy of winning the game anymore, because the gaming period had long passed. She was just glad that her body could comfort him.
In this life, she could ask him to call her from the very beginning. She felt that she had come to understand him, unlike in her previous life, when she had to start from scratch. In fact, even though he didn't remember her, his body still had a deep memory of her.
Today is Christmas Eve, and the place is bustling with activity. Although the house is quite remote, you can still see and hear the fireworks from inside. The fabric I sent the day before was finished and delivered today, and Wang Jiazhi felt bad about it. It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's a busy time. It must be because it's their place, so they can't afford to delay.
She held her kitten in her arms, watching the fireworks from the window. The little guy wasn't afraid at all, having inherited his parents' bravery. He'd only become so nervous in recent years because he'd lost his confidence. In the past, he had been confident and not afraid of death.
When he returned at seven o'clock, she happily gave him pear juice, a bath, and a massage. He had never treated her as a pet, only jokingly saying she looked like a furry creature. But he always felt that sometimes she really did treat him as a pet.
He was surprised because she had her hair permed. It was now long, with big waves, giving it a feminine, yet also youthful, mature air. Her hair was thick and voluminous, and the curls made it look even more voluminous, like the weeping jasmine he'd seen a few days before, with long, drooping branches, adorned with blossoms. Back then, when she had her hair permed but not quite this long, it resembled a giant peony, constantly rubbing against his face and chest, making it itch like that... almost unbearable.
He asked why I wanted to perm my hair, was it because of the New Year? Of course, women always like to change their hairstyles to look new, often for no reason.
She came out wearing the red dress to show him because this dress reminded her of her long curly hair.
He disliked women wearing overly aggressive, solid colors like bright red and bright green. They might look stunning at first, but like fireworks, after a fleeting burst of color, only the calm night sky remains, lacking staying power. Unlike colors like water red, Yang Fei, lake blue, lake green, pine green, and autumn fragrance, which linger endlessly. However, the saying "clothes make the man" refers to those whose charm is limited and needs to be supplemented by clothing. Truly charming people are those whose stunning beauty is undeniable even in coarse linen; anything looks good on them. Meng Shunying in bright red, Jin Qiaochu in gold, these two girls are the same: noble, generous, beautiful, and intelligent. They are like the Christmas trees and gift boxes on New Year's cards. From the moment you see them, all these qualities are so intense that you want to know and feel them. But then, as you spend more time together, you feel nothing else, and the days that follow are stale and boring. Wang Jiazhi is the lake blue, lake green, royal color, and pink purple. She is the beautiful flower by the water, with the fragrance of orchids, as depicted on the ancient visiting letter. At first sight, you will feel poetic love for her. The more you get along with her, the more you feel her coldness, rebelliousness, and intelligence... There are always good things about her that you don't know about that will surprise you.
Bright red, bright green, and royal blue are easy to blend with just two or three colors, and red, yellow, and blue are primary colors, so mixing them doesn't even require any effort. However, aquamarine, lake green, and pale purple require multiple colors, and the amounts used must be carefully considered and meticulously blended.
Those who like one type are mostly simple, direct and impulsive, while those who know how to appreciate the latter type are gentle, complex, willing to spend time and effort.
Putting aside his immorality, Kuang Yumin, who has ambitions far greater than his abilities and is impulsive and simple-minded, could not possibly fall in love with Wang Jiazhi. Because wild boars cannot eat fine bran, he will never be able to see the most precious beauty of Wang Jiazhi, nor will he know how to appreciate it.
Kuang Yumin always thought that if Meng Shunying had been as shameless as Wang Jiazhi, had mastered the skills and been sent to Lao Yi, she would have achieved greater success. In his eyes, Wang Jiazhi's tenacity and sense of responsibility were shamelessness, and Meng Shunying's weakness was self-love. It was Wang Jiazhi's sense of responsibility for her actions that forced her to leave behind the nightmare that tormented her life. It was also because of their despicable, stupid, and irresponsible behavior that they suffered backlash and ruined their lives.
Meng Shunying's self-confidence and pride are superficial, but she's weak underneath. When she's hit, she loses her energy and has no choice but to die. Wang Jiazhi is a woman with a soft spot for danger, appearing soft on the outside, but with a tough heart. Although she's not afraid of death, she'll grit her teeth and live even if fate doesn't take her. She either feels hopeful or refuses to admit defeat. This kind of woman can only be controlled by a man who's at least as strong as her. Lao Yi always feels unworthy of her.
Now, although Wang Jiazhi was wearing a bright red dress that lingered in the air, the dress had become a lasting memory. He looked at her like a schoolgirl. Wang Jiazhi had a baby face, which made her look even younger than her peers. He always felt that she was still a little girl. Even when she used to wear heavy makeup and dress like a mature lady, she was still a child wearing adult clothes. Although she had already given birth to a child, twenty-three was not young. But he just felt that this was too much suffering for her. He was still a little girl, and he had to give birth to a child.
The tailor shop happened to deliver some clothes that morning, so she thought of waiting for him to come back and wear them for him to see.
Fireworks were set off outside as she tried on her new clothes one by one. The light from the fireworks reflected in the mirror, making her body bloom like gorgeous flowers. He lay on the bed with a pillow, admiring her new clothes. The children and two cats sat beside her and watched her.
She was away for only four days. When she came back, her hair had been permed, her child could sit up, and the family adopted a pregnant tortoiseshell cat, which gave birth to a litter of colorful kittens.
Since he was young, he has always been a loner, without any worries. His parents and wife can always take care of themselves at home, so he doesn't need to worry about them. Ever since he met her, he has always been worried and anxious, thinking about going back to see her. In fact, she and the children can also take care of themselves. It's not a matter of worrying, but a kind of bond. When he walked in today, his daughter hadn't seen him for several days. She enthusiastically stretched out her little hands for him to hug her. He really couldn't stand it. He understood earlier than Wang Jiazhi that life is not the same with everyone. Wang Jiazhi is under pressure and has to avoid feelings, but he has no worries and can be straightforward.
Mrs. Yi made more than a dozen sets of clothes for Chinese New Year every year, and Wang Jiazhi only made half of hers. Normally, these little things didn't bother either of them. But if there were some rift between them, given the huge gap in their status, the woman would always feel uneasy. If she did too little, he'd worry he'd think she was petty; if she did too much, he'd worry she'd be seen as overspending. In any case, he'd always have something to say in future arguments. If she did too little, he'd say she was a humble woman who had never seen the world, and if he paid her to make clothes, she'd only make a few, which was embarrassing. If she did too much, he'd say she was after his money, that she was even more extravagant than the wife, and that she was a vain, money-spending slut.
It's like in "The Golden Age", when Jin Yanxi liked Leng Qingqiu, he was extremely flattered and felt honored that his goddess would spend her own money and use her own things. But when she didn't like him anymore, he couldn't bear to give her a single piece of the ginseng her mother-in-law gave her for her confinement, thinking that spending any money on her would be a loss for him.
Wang Jiazhi initially thought that no matter how close a couple was, they would still argue. Even ordinary couples, no matter how good their relationship was, couldn't avoid the mundane details of daily life. When both of them had to do too much, arguments were inevitable. They had no financial pressures, avoiding those trivial annoyances. As long as their relationship was good, there was no need for arguments.
But she always thought of the story in her dream. At that time, they were also financially strapped, living in a small house, and doing everything themselves, but they never quarreled. Many years passed in the dream, but they never quarreled.
She believes that if two people are sufficiently compatible, they don't necessarily need to argue. There are three types of couples: complementary, confidant, and somewhere in between. If the confidant type is nearly perfect, there's really no need to argue. It's like they're two isomers.
She was a little tired after trying on the clothes, so she nestled her child in her arms. Her daughter's small hands fiddled with the pink tourmaline bracelet on her hand. She smiled and said, "I'll give it to you as a dowry when you grow up. Your grandma was going to give me a similar one anyway. Otherwise, I could give you that one."
He felt very sad when he heard her words. He probably wouldn't be able to see the day when his daughter got married.
"How did you find this bracelet?"
In her previous life, she was also very curious about how there could be a bracelet that looked so similar to her mother's.
"I didn't look for it. I'm also surprised that it looks so similar to the one you drew."
"Um?"
Old Yi was also very surprised. He had never been interested in women's jewelry. However, when he had just returned to Shanghai, a broker came to show jewelry to the ladies, and Mrs. Yi stopped him and asked him to buy something. The bracelet was just placed in a box, probably for another family to see. It was not taken out to show Mrs. Yi and the others at all. After all, the bracelet seemed a bit cheap to them. But he seemed to be obsessed with it. As soon as the broker left, he asked Ama to stop him and buy the bracelet.
He felt a sense of déjà vu the moment he held it in his hand, a strange feeling he himself found quite baffling. He held it and stared at it for ages, and when he went to sleep, he naturally tucked it under his pillow, as if it belonged there. It was truly strange, but seeing the bracelet brought him an inexplicable sense of peace, a feeling that made even his heartache and illness feel better.
If it weren't for Wang Jiazhi, he wouldn't have been willing to give the bracelet away. But with her by his side, she could more than replace the bracelet's purpose.
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