Chapter 406
After she returned home, she waited until the weather gradually cooled down in the afternoon and took her children to play in the yard.
At night, he came back and tidied up, then sat on the bed to read. She clung to his arms again, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He put the book on her shoulder, and she became a cat stand again.
The two of them just stayed there quietly. She thought about what happened today, and the flattering looks of Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Liang appeared in front of her.
She said to him without any context, "There was a girl when I was in school."
"Um."
"She especially likes wearing Western clothes and dreams of going abroad, being rich and famous, having a good boyfriend, and living a good life."
"Then what."
"I wonder if she's doomed. Aren't people said to have multiple lives? Can I make her live a life worse than death in every life, and then never die a good death?"
"Yes, I can."
Old Yi was a little scared again.
She raised herself up again, and the kitten was face to face with him, looking into his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
He had told her that those people were already dead, and that their deaths were very tragic. He hadn't said how tragically, and she hadn't asked.
Old Yi knew their plan long ago. He was going to kill Wang Jiazhi as well and say it was an accidental killing. If they didn't deserve to die, then there would be no one in the world who deserved to die.
Wang Jiazhi simply wondered why there were so many bad people in the world. Those wives were no different from the likes of Lai Xiujin. They saw you were easy to bully and wanted to abuse you to their heart's content. They fawned over you when you were in power. But deep down, they hated you. She didn't know what heinous things you had done to deserve such hatred, and they wouldn't be satisfied until you were completely destroyed.
She stayed in his arms quietly for a while, then got up and walked over to take his book. They looked at each other for a moment, then leaned over and kissed.
During those first few times, Wang Jiazhi wondered how he felt about her, whether he was satisfied with her. She assumed he was looking for women just for this. Later, of course, she realized that wasn't the case, that there must be something more between them, more than just sleeping together. But in the end, it all came back to this. She wanted him to be happy, so she tried her best to blossom and make him happy. She also figured that even if nothing remained, he would quickly forget her or even despise her. But if she gave him more happiness than other women, and he slept with another woman later, wouldn't he remember her? Would he remember that she had at least given him more in bed than other women?
Reading the "Zizhi Tongjian," she describes a queen who, despite her plain appearance and humble origins, was particularly gifted with romantic pleasures, earning her the title of empress. However, she was also known for her dissolute character and lack of personal integrity. Although this is official history, she also felt that perhaps the person wasn't that bad, but rather the bias of the historian who wrote it, which led to a particularly unflattering portrayal.
Wang Jiazhi's ideal love had nothing to do with the bed; it was about love so deep that one partner would die, and the other could endure a lifetime of loneliness. Reading stories like this, she felt that relying on physical affection to gain favor was disgusting and vile. But once someone falls too deeply, they can become someone they don't even recognize.
They woke up in the middle of the night and saw the clock was not yet twelve. She got up and went out for a while, then came back with a small plate, placed it on his lap and said, "This is for you. It's your portion."
"Um?"
A palm-sized, oval white porcelain plate shaped like a cat, with two cat ears, a pair of eyes, a round nose, and two pale pink oval blushes. In the center of the plate sat three bright red strawberries with dark green leaves. They were clearly ripe, about to overripe if not eaten. The three strawberries were strategically arranged leaf by leaf, like a clover.
"Baby said he wanted to give you something to eat."
Today, she and her children were picking up fruits and vegetables in the yard when they noticed the strawberries were red and ready to eat. They were all wearing the same cat hat, a beige cotton and linen bucket hat with two pointed ears, black rhinestone eyes and noses glued below the ears, and three-pointed mustaches sewn on each side with black thread. This hat was one Wang Jiazhi had altered herself.
She asked her daughter to take off her hat so that she could use it to hold strawberries.
The little kitten picked the red strawberries one by one, and there were nine in his hat.
She used her small hands to separate three and said, "Give it to the cat, Dabai."
He then separated three of the remaining six larger ones and said, "For Mom."
There were three left and he said, "For Dad."
Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "Then what do you eat? There's nothing left."
The little kitten was also a little confused. She had obviously forgotten, and now there was nothing for her to eat.
Wang Jiazhi reached out and took one from each of the two piles, put them together, and said, "We'll each have two."
The little kitten looked at it and shook her head. She felt that two were too few.
She remembered that she wanted to give a gift once, so she found one and her mother said that was enough.
He stared at the thing, thought for a moment, and said, "It's too shabby."
The two really look alike.
Then the kitten put the two pieces she had divided back into the two piles that belonged to them.
Wang Jiazhi was so happy that the child was so sensible at such a young age.
She picked out three large, white strawberries that hadn't yet turned red, and put them in her daughter's hat. She said, "Mom can eat these, and the rest are for you. White strawberries are more delicious."
The kitten actually believed it. She fed one strawberry to Dabai and the two kittens one at a time, and then ate the strawberries with her mother.
He looked at the three lovely strawberries on the plate and felt that they were so precious and valuable.
No wonder when he came back he saw the little girl sleeping soundly in her crib, hugging her purple rabbit. It turned out that she had done farm work with her mother for an entire afternoon and was tired, so she went to bed so early.
At such a young age, he is so obedient and sensible.
My mother praised her during the day, saying, "My eldest sister is so sensible at such a young age. She is exactly like her father when he was little."
"ah?"
She understood what Wang Jiazhi meant, and realized that she was only a few years older than him.
He laughed and said, “Many elders say so.”
He plucked the leaves from the largest strawberry and fed it to her. The strawberry had been in the refrigerator for a long time, so it was cool to the touch and perfectly ripe. It tasted so sweet and delicious.
"It's been a long time since I've eaten such ripe strawberries." Wang Jiazhi sighed.
When was the last time I ate it? I think it was when Mom was still around. The strawberries I've eaten on cakes since then, both at school and here, aren't this kind. This kind can't be used in cakes; they'll rot within a day.
He fed her another one, and was about to put the last one into his mouth to eat it himself, but she took it away first, picked off the leaves and put it into his mouth.
He had a dream at night. It was when he was 26 years old and went to study in the Soviet Union.
Before leaving, he hugged his child and cried loudly with tears streaming down his face.
"Mom and Dad will be back soon, soon..."
The daughter hugged her neck and said, "Daddy, come back soon~"
After hearing this, he cried even harder.
She was wearing a navy blue shirt, her hair braided at the back of her head. She stroked his shoulders and comforted him, "I'll be back soon. Don't be so sad."
The train started moving. He saw his daughter being held by her mother-in-law, holding her arms with him. Then the train went farther and farther away, and he could no longer see her. He felt as if he were parting forever. He leaned his head on her shoulder and cried, "She won't forget me, will she?"
She ruffled his hair and smiled helplessly, "Don't be like this, we will be back soon, and she will recognize us again. Besides, I asked my mother to show her our photos all the time, so she won't fail to recognize us. You really are like we are parting forever."
When he woke up, he felt very sad, thinking that his daughter might not remember him.
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