Chapter 407
The evening was very cool, and a breeze blew in, bringing the fragrance of magnolia flowers with it. There was a magnolia tree outside the window, and lotus and rose flowers were placed in the house, which was filled with the faint fragrance of lotus and rose flowers.
Lao Yi wasn't coming home today. She had put the kitten to sleep and planned to stay up all night writing. This cool, quiet summer night was perfect for writing a romance novel.
The little girl brought in a large plate of lychees and some chopped fruits. There was ice under the lychees. The plate of red lychees was emitting a misty cold air, which really gave the atmosphere of a fairyland with exotic fruits.
Wang Jiazhi was writing at her desk. On the desk were chilled fruits, steaming green tea, a bottle of chilled lychee wine, and next to it was an extra-large glass of ice and an empty water glass.
Wang Jiazhi peeled a lychee, ate it cold, and drank some iced lychee wine, feeling lightheaded and comfortable. However, the lychees were no longer as fresh as those from back home.
I wrote almost ten thousand words that night. Oh my god, my fingers hurt when I touch them.
Wang Jiazhi was extremely gifted at writing and possessed a profound knowledge. If she read something useful in a book, she would remember it clearly after just one reading. Not only the writers who had come into contact with her, but even Old Yi was amazed by her talent in this area.
It’s just that Wang Jiazhi’s understanding of her own talent is the same as Lao Yi’s understanding of his own appearance.
No matter how others praised her, she thought to herself, "How can I take what they say seriously?"
A large part of this stems from the frustration of repeated failures in her previous life. She had no idea her writing would resonate so profoundly after her death. She continues to write in this life, but she's lost interest in submitting, writing purely for her own enjoyment. She attributes much of her current success to Lao Yi's help.
She's been reading a lot of famous people, and some of their writing is so good that you just can't stop praising it, you're just at a loss for words. Others, when you read their writing, you think to yourself, "How did this person become so famous? And how famous is he?"
At four o'clock, it was already dawn. He went to the kitten's room and found it sleeping soundly in its crib. He went into the room and turned on the bedside lamp. He saw her sleeping soundly, hugging her daughter's purple rabbit, her breath smelling of alcohol and lychee.
Wang Jiazhi drank a little too much and returned to her room feeling dizzy. She fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
He reached out and rubbed her ears, but the little girl was still fast asleep, drooling slightly from the corners of her mouth. She was simply a soft kitten.
I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night, so I light high candles to illuminate their red makeup.
The crabapple blossoms I saw when writing poetry must be like this: white with a hint of red, exuding a light, elegant apple fragrance. Crabapple blossoms do have a fragrance, and he always felt that anyone who said they lacked fragrance was a complete vulgar person. While crabapples are beautiful, it's a shame they lack fragrance. A flower as delicate and elegant as the crabapple should naturally have a light fragrance. If it insisted on such a strong, alluring fragrance, wouldn't it be like a pure girl wearing gaudy makeup, looking out of place and vulgar?
The difference is that Wang Jiazhi's fragrance is now lychee, not apple. But they are both white with a hint of red, and just as beautiful.
How could he resist such an alluring situation where he could do whatever he wanted?
Rubbing her ears, pinching her face, pinching her hands. Wang Jiazhi whimpered, perhaps smelling his scent in her dream, and reached out to hug one of his arms.
He thought she was really clingy from the beginning, always hugging him. As time went on, she still hugged him. Whenever they slept in the same bed, she would hug him, never sleeping without hugging him. Later, when the weather got hot, she was sweating, but she still hugged him, making them both so hot that they couldn't bear to separate.
In his previous life, from the second time, the first time he hugged her and acted coquettishly, Pandora's box was opened, and there was no time without hugging or embracing. The first time was because he did not give her a chance.
Originally, she would not hug anything when she slept when he was not around, but now it has become a habit. When he is not around, she always hugs a stuffed toy when she sleeps.
He found it particularly adorable to see her sleeping with her daughter's purple bunny in her arms, just like a kitten curled up in a fur ball, sleeping with its favorite toy. Yes, sometimes he was like her toy.
He didn't know that it was not a toy.
When she was little, she saw a little white cat fall into the river. It was floating on the surface, clinging to a piece of ice. The water was too deep, and no one could save it, nor did anyone want to. When the ice melted, it would sink and die.
Wang Jiazhi could only hug this piece of ice. If the ice melted, she would die.
The difference between her and the dead is that this piece of ice will melt sooner or later.
Wang Jiazhi believes that people are selfish and always love themselves.
Parents love their children more than themselves, and would rather sacrifice their own lives for their children's. This is because losing their children would make their lives worse than death, so it's better to die in exchange for their children's lives, sparing themselves the pain of living. Ultimately, it's also about loving oneself.
She had never regretted leaving him the chance to live. No matter what he thought of her, whether he disliked her or hated her, it didn't matter.
She had long since had enough of this hell on earth. If she hadn't met him later, looking back at her past self, she would have been even more foolish. Living a life worse than death, torturing herself, would be better off dying to find relief.
She wanted a lot, but in the end, the only thing that made her still attached to this hell on earth was him. If he really died, even if she were alive, she would still be living in a hell on earth worse than death. It would be better to be dead.
History books record that during a certain dynasty, famine struck. The wealthy families were filled with gold, silver, and jewelry, but they had no food, and even their money couldn't buy them. They silently closed their doors, dressed in gorgeous silks and satins, and starved to death peacefully.
This is what it means to die with dignity. After a lifetime of pride, even if you beg like a dog, you might not be able to survive. It is better to die with dignity.
She lived a peaceful life during those three years in Hong Kong because she knew he was still alive.
In a movie, it took lovers more than ten years to be together. The girl, no longer young, said, "Even if we never meet again, knowing that you and I are living together in this world is a comfort."
As soon as he changed his clothes and lay down, she would snuggle into his arms like a kitten, smelling his scent in her dreams. The kitten had learned it a long time ago. In the hot summer, they would ask her to sleep in the middle. While she was sleeping, she would smell his scent and snuggle into her arms or his arms in her dreams.
If I were born with nine thousand mistakes,
Waiting for someone to clear up my confusion.
I am also willing to tighten the shackles,
But it's hard to say whether he is still infatuated or not.
Even though I was born with nine thousand mistakes,
Someone will give him the cause and effect,
Who gave me a touch of warmth.
When she was twelve years old, she seemed to hear her mother's voice in a daze in the early morning. She opened her eyes and saw her mother pushing her and saying with a smile: "Get up and eat lychees, they are freshly picked."
When we went to help out at the aunt's orchard, Mom always took her with her. My brother was so naughty, he broke a lot of lychee tree branches. Later, she had to go to school, so Mom went alone. She'd come back every two or three days. She left the day before yesterday and returned early this morning.
Her mother brought a basket of dew-covered lychees with a layer of dark green leaves at the bottom, and told her to eat them quickly while they were fresh.
"Fresh off the tree."
I originally planned to leave at noon, but I thought lychees taste best in the morning, so I set off early in the morning before dawn.
Those were the freshest and most delicious lychees she had ever eaten in her life.
When her mother was seriously ill, she said a Chinese doctor might have a cure. She went to school during the day, and her aunt accompanied her. When she came home from school that evening, she saw a paper package warming on the stove. Her mother asked her to open it and eat.
She used to love eating lotus seed paste sesame cakes from a small stall, but that stall closed down and she'd never seen those sesame cakes again. It'd been years since then, and this time, after a visit to the doctor, she hadn't seen much success. When she came out, she saw a shop in front of the clinic selling sesame cakes similar to her favorite, so she bought her several.
"There are still a few left to eat at school tomorrow. They won't be as delicious when they get cold." Mom said with a smile while sitting on the bed.
"Is it delicious? Is it the same as before?" She didn't eat it herself.
"Yeah, it's the same as it was back then."
My mother was very happy to hear this, but she passed away soon after.
When she was five years old, she followed her mother to her aunt's lychee orchard. She bent down to pick the purple aster flowers and white inula flowers. The air in the orchard in the morning smelled particularly good, with the smell of dew, the fragrance of lychees, and the smell of aster flowers and inula flowers, just like the smell of chrysanthemums.
She looked up and saw three people standing not far away. The one in the middle was very handsome in light gray clothes. She ran over with the flowers in her hand and hugged his legs.
She looked up and saw him smiling at her, his eyes bright as stars, and his thin mouth also looked pretty.
She heard her mother calling her, and then came over and held her in her arms. She knew that it was not right to do so, so she buried her head in her mother's arms.
Before leaving, the man reached out and touched her hair.
The young aunt laughed and said, “At such a young age, you’ve chosen a son-in-law, and you know how to pick the best-looking one.”
Mom said, "You're usually very afraid of strangers, what's wrong with you today?"
He rubbed her forehead again and said with a smile: "My baby is so beautiful. When she grows up, she will definitely marry someone as beautiful as her."
I'm going abroad in a few days, and I've finally gotten things sorted out. I'm really feeling a bit exhausted. There's already so much to do, and he's so meticulous, which is really torturous. But otherwise, I can't feel at ease.
It's so rare to have three days of free time. It's really rare to have three days of leisure in life. I've been in Guangzhou for almost three years, and this is the first time I've had time to go out for a walk. Although I'm with that annoying guy You Yuankai (Old Wu), it doesn't matter. The flaws don't outweigh the merits.
I've always heard that the scenery in the southern suburbs is beautiful, especially the vast lychee forest. Now that the lychees are turning red, it must be a beautiful sight. I've never seen a lychee tree myself. It's incredible to think that after almost three years here, I still haven't seen a real lychee tree. As a plant lover, he was incredibly excited last night at the thought of seeing lychees tomorrow.
He, Ruan Liang, and You Yuankai went out together. There was no other way. If he didn't invite You Yuankai, it would seem like he was being isolated. If he invited him, he would definitely join in, out of shame for not wanting to see others happy. Couldn't he just be a human being? That's right, if he could be a human being, he wouldn't be so annoying.
On the way, we passed a small temple with clean gray walls. Inside, there was a big white orchid tree with flowers blooming, which could be seen from the top of the wall. The fragrance of the white orchid could be smelled from a long distance away.
He loved these flowers the most. The three of them entered and saw a small, bluish-gray temple. Though small, it was beautifully built. Beneath the white orchid tree, a beautiful white peony blossomed, and beneath it, a pot of lotus flowers. A single white lotus flower had just opened, a tall stem holding a large, graceful white lotus, like a fairy emerging from her bath.
He liked this place very much, especially this flower. He went over and touched it carefully. A piece of white jade-like lace floated down, landed on the water, slid gently towards him and stopped.
He quickly clasped his hands together and whispered, "I'm sorry, I dropped one of your petals."
He said, "This place is really nice, it really is an ancient temple leaning against tall trees."
The other two also came over at this time. You Yuankai saw the flower and reached out to touch it.
He pushed him away and said, "The petals will fall off."
"You're allowed to touch me but not me?"
Yu Yuankai is like that, he gets angry easily.
Ruan Liang hurriedly whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this in a quiet place."
You Yuankai widened his eyes in anger.
There were several stone tablets in the temple, and they went to one of them to read the words on it.
It tells the story of a scholar in the Tang Dynasty who went on a blind date and met an old man on the way. The old man was leaning on a big, bulging sackcloth bag and reading a thick book in his hand.
The scholar didn't recognize any of the words on the book, so he asked the old man what was written on the book and what was in the bag.
The old man said that this book was a record of marriages throughout the world, and that the bag contained a red string. According to the record, if you tie the two people's feet together with the red string, no matter what happens, they will definitely become husband and wife, and there is no escape.
The scholar then asked if his blind date would be successful. The old man said it wouldn't be, as the girl he met wasn't the one next to the marriage record. The scholar then asked where his wife was.
The old man pointed to a place not far ahead and said, "That's your wife."
The scholar looked over and saw a dirty little girl of five or six years old playing in the mud.
The scholar was extremely angry. How could his wife be this dirty little girl? He didn't want such a wife. In a fit of indignation, he picked up a stone and threw it at the little girl. The little girl screamed and fell to the ground, and he fled in panic.
Over the next decade or so, he kept looking for matchmakers to find him a wife, but for various reasons, none of them were successful. Until one day, his boss appreciated his talent and, seeing that he was still unmarried in his middle age, betrothed his adopted daughter to him.
His wife was a dozen years younger than him, beautiful and virtuous, and they were very close. However, when they first got married, he noticed that his wife always wore a flower ornament between her eyebrows, always wearing it and never taking it off.
When he asked why, his wife cried and said, "When I was a child, some thug threw a stone at me. I got hurt and left a scar here. I was afraid you would dislike my disfigurement."
After reading this story, the three of them realized that this was the Yue Lao Temple, where people pray for marriage.
Ruan Liang laughed and said, "If you don't know, you might think we three men are here to seek marriage."
He added, "In fact, this man is also foolish. It's okay to marry a wife late. It's not like he can't have concubines or have children. Liu Bang was in his forties before he married Empress Lü. He had a wife, but he had all the sons from concubines before."
As they left the temple, Ruan Liang said to him, "I really didn't expect you to agree to your family's traditional marriage. Your parents will listen to you, so it's okay if you don't agree. Why do you have to marry a stranger you know nothing about, a stranger you don't even know what he looks like?"
He laughed and said, "If there's no love involved, then an old-fashioned marriage is actually much easier than a new-fashioned one because it doesn't require as much effort."
At this time, he heard a "meow" and turned his head. A little white cat on the wall was meowing at him. He smiled and waved at it.
Ruan Liang laughed and said, "I really don't understand you. I always feel that for someone like you to marry someone like this...ah!"
Ruan Liang didn't know what to say. Although he felt that it was a waste of himself to marry an uneducated country woman, the woman was willing to do so, and the unrelated woman would soon be his wife. A stranger could not alienate relatives, so why should he, an outsider, offend others by making things difficult for him?
You Yuankai said: "This is not my ambition."
He knew what Yu Yuankai meant, and said he didn't understand the meaning of love and only cared about getting promoted. Hey! Yu Yuankai had said this to everyone countless times. Who said you have to be in a relationship? It wasn't his fault that he didn't have someone he felt romantically attracted to. If he didn't have any feelings for someone, why would he force himself to be in a relationship? Wasn't that just playing with a girl's feelings?
Finally, he arrived at the lychee orchard of his dreams. A cool, thin mist enveloped the grass and trees in the early morning. The lychee trees stood shoulder to shoulder like large, dark green umbrellas. Bunches upon bunches of bright red lychees, their deep green against the vibrant red, a film of dew hanging from them. The morning light shone brightly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of lychees and the scent of dew.
Not far away there was a little girl in pink clothes picking flowers.
"This place seems like a fairyland." He said happily in his heart.
He was talking to the other two when he was suddenly bumped by something. He looked down and saw a very pretty little girl holding a bunch of wild flowers in her hand. Her head was resting on his waist, her arms were around his legs, and she was looking up at him with a pair of bright eyes and smiling at him, like a kitten. She was so cute.
Just as she was about to reach out and touch her, her mother hurried over and took the child back.
"I'm so sorry to bother you."
"How could that be? Your daughter is so beautiful."
He quickly took the opportunity to reach out and touch it, but if he was any later it would be taken away and he would not be able to touch it.
Ruan Liang said: "You really are the type. Girls of all ages like you."
He remained calm on the surface, but was very happy in his heart. As expected, beautiful people have good taste as well as good looks. The little girl thought she was better than the other two.
You Yuankai had a very handsome appearance, but appearances are determined by the heart, and if others found his appearance offensive, he would be offended. He had always thought that Ruan Liang was much prettier than himself, with fair complexion and delicate features.
Yu Yuankai always tells people that he doesn't know what girls like about him, except that he is just a little better than average. Yu Yuankai says this because he feels guilty, because he knows that his appearance and temperament are far inferior to his.
After they left, they heard someone behind them say, "She's chosen a son-in-law at such a young age, and she even picked the best-looking one."
He thought that the girl also felt that inner qualities and temperament were more important than appearance, and Ruan Liang was much more handsome than himself.
The person who most disregards and underestimates his appearance is himself.
Ruan Liang patted his elbow and said with a smile: "Your young wife is here to find you. You can marry her in a dozen years."
He smiled and said, "Are you the matchmaker?"
She woke up crying in her dream. It was already daybreak outside, but it was quiet, without a sound at all. She looked at the clock and it was not yet six o'clock.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I dreamed of my mother." She smiled sadly. After a moment of silence, she hugged him, leaned her head on his shoulder and cried, "Why did she die so young?
Why did she spend her whole life working hard but end up with nothing? No one cared about her, no one remembered her.
"You still remember her."
"I'm not worthy. I'm a disgrace to her."
"Don't say that. You are her pride."
"No. The person she loves doesn't love her, her son doesn't want her, and her daughter is so disappointing. She's such a good person, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."
Wang Jiazhi hates many people, but the one she hates the most is herself. Lai Xiujing would not be like her.
She had very few important people, but even so, she couldn't hold her head up in front of any of them. She couldn't face or dream of the dead. Living, she felt guilty like a thief, too afraid to let him know. Why was it like this?
Her mother dedicated her entire life to this family. She truly loved her father, willing to sacrifice so much for him. In the end, all she got was a heartless husband, a cold-blooded son, and a daughter who was abused. Buried alone in the wilderness. This shouldn't be the case.
He had fought hard all his life, from a young age, through all kinds of hardship and toil, and faced thrilling challenges. Even after becoming a high-ranking official, he still couldn't eat enough, couldn't drink enough, and couldn't even get a good night's sleep. In the end, he ended up in disgrace, and after finally finding someone, this was the one.
As for herself, she has been strong and hardworking since she was a child, but this is what she has become.
She asked herself, "Wang Jiazhi, who are you being worthy of?"
The clothes on his shoulders were soaked with her tears. Gradually, he calmed down and it was already bright outside.
She suddenly said, "In the next life, let's not remember any of us. Let's forget everything completely."
His heart skipped a beat.
She added, "I'll come to you, or you'll come to me. Let's really live a good life."
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, stroked her hair and said, "I definitely will, live a good life."
He can't give her anything in this life, but starting over in the next life will certainly be different.
She said, "There's something I've been wanting to ask you. I want to write to my father and give him some money to see if I can get some of Mom's things back. I don't have anything of hers now."
She was now in the habit of asking him about things. He had noticed, and it had given him another thing to worry about. She had always been independent, and he had always wanted her to be independent, so he would have preferred not to have her worry about making decisions. But now that he was gone, and she was so dependent on him, what could he do?
"Okay, I'll write it for you. Use a government envelope. He won't dare refuse."
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Wouldn't it be better not to give him money? It should have been mine. I should have a share of my mother's things. Why should I give them money? According to the rules, the dowry should not be given to the husband. When the person is gone, it should either be left to the children or taken back by the parents' family."
He smiled and said, "I'm afraid they'll take the money and not give it back. There's no need to save this little money."
Actually, that amount of money was a small amount for Wang Jiazhi. She could not spend all the pocket money he gave her every month, and there was always a lot left over.
He thought about how she had suffered so much with him all her life, and he was so busy that he couldn't always be with her. All he could give her was money. Wang Jiazhi didn't have much money to spend, and her shopping habits were limited. If she didn't spend it, he could only find a way to make her spend it.
The other ladies envied Mrs. Yi for her generous allowance, which she could never quite spend. They didn't know Wang Jiazhi's allowance because she didn't play mahjong much or show off much, so they couldn't tell how much it was. If they knew, they'd be horrified.
Kuang Yumin and others always coveted Wang Jiazhi's bonus, which was just a small amount compared to Wang Jiazhi's current pocket money.
To quote from "Jin Ping Mei": With the money I spent on her, I could have bought her a silver doll.
Wang Jiazhi is not a silver man, she is beating a golden man.
Wang Jiazhi hated herself the most, but that didn't stop her from hating those scumbags.
They have money, relatives who care about them, and they only have pride and chastity left. Why would they want to ruin it? Their parents are dead and they have other children, but her mother only has her.
In his previous life, Lao Yi couldn't get over this. Why did they choose such a poor orphan?
In fact, he also understood that only an orphan girl would be abused to death and would not be afraid of her family coming to claim her, so he would not have to bear any responsibility.
But he just couldn't get over it.
He asked Old Wu many times: "Why did you insist on choosing such an orphan girl?"
He knew what kind of person Old Wu was. He didn't ask Old Wu, but kept asking himself in his heart: Why her?
Lyrics from "Nine Thousand Mistakes"
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