Chapter 409
Wang Jiazhi went to the magazine to discuss something. After the discussion, two female editors asked her to go to the movies, and she happened to want to see the same movie.
When she was leaving, a female editor pulled her arm and said with a smile: "You are so beautiful, of course you should walk more."
The clothes were ready. When I put them on, there was a lotus flower in front and behind, and a butterfly landed on them.
She braided her hair from the top of her head, tied it with a pink silk bow, and inserted a jasmine flower in each braid, making her whole body smell fragrant. She accessorized with white flat shoes.
There is a plot in the movie. When the heroine was eight or nine years old, her family opened a steamed bun shop. A dirty little boy came and stole a steamed bun. She found out and ran away. He looked back at her and ran away quickly.
She looked at the little beggar in front of her, and the background voice said: "I never thought that this guy would be my future husband."
Wang Jiazhi found this quite interesting. She wasn't particularly fond of childhood sweetheart romance, preferring love at first sight to be the most romantic. Understanding love at first sight requires growing up, understanding love. What do children understand? Having grown up together, by the time they understand, it feels like they've grown close to love, like an old married couple, and the novelty of love is gone.
This kind of encounter happened briefly in childhood, and then many years later, when we grew up and met again, we developed feelings. After the feelings became deep, we realized that we had met each other in childhood, and it felt like fate.
They watched two movies in a row. The second one was also very interesting. It was a costume drama. The girl's aunt was the queen of the time and was very much loved by her husband. Her family was extremely prominent for a time.
When she was five years old, she was taken to the palace by her aunt to stay for a while. One day, the emperor and empress entertained a group of newly promoted young talents. She put her two little feet on the railing on the second floor, holding a handful of white azalea flowers in her hands, and poked her little head to look at the banquet on the first floor.
A young minister of about twenty years old was reporting to the emperor's questions when suddenly a white azalea flower hit him on the head. He looked up and saw a very beautiful girl throwing the flower in her hand at him.
The Queen turned around and said upstairs, "You've even found a son-in-law."
The story that followed was also quite interesting. When the girl grew up, her father passed away early. Her uncle arranged marriages for her, but after visiting several families, every time he had a clue, he failed miserably. A fortune teller told her that she was destined to be a widow, and that finding a husband would be difficult. He wanted a man born in the Year of the Sheep, preferably one with a purely Yin zodiac sign.
Later, the queen remembered that the male protagonist was born in the Year of the Sheep, and after asking about his horoscope, she found that he was also born in the Year of the Sheep, so she asked the girl if she was willing. The girl secretly looked at the male protagonist and nodded repeatedly.
They lived a very good life after they got married, but not long after, the girl discovered that it seemed that her previous failed blind dates and the fortune teller were all caused by this guy.
He said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do about this. I asked someone to find out what your uncle is thinking. If he doesn't like me, he definitely won't marry you to me."
Then she complained about all the abuse and bullying her uncle had done to him in the past.
Her uncle was only a dozen years older than him, so they were of the same age. She was jealous of him because he was more talented and held a higher position than herself.
The girl blurted out: "Uncle, you are really too much!"
Many years later, her aunt once said to her, "Do you still remember when you were five years old and you threw flowers at him?"
Wang Jiazhi thought that this must be love at first sight, but she was so young that she might not even remember it.
It was already evening when she left the cinema, but the sky was still bright. She had always tried not to ride in a car, and having been away from ordinary life for so long, she couldn't write novels.
Last time, she got drunk to experience what it felt like to be drunk. She dreamed about her mother and her childhood, and when she woke up, she felt very uncomfortable.
In the summer, she sat in front of the half-open tram window as it passed rows of sycamore trees. Large, heart-shaped leaves reached in through the window, brushing against her cheeks and hair, the leaves carrying the warmth of the summer sun. Then a heavy rain began, and the leaves, saturated with the summer rain, rubbed the water onto her face and hair.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the car windows were closed. Rainwater flowed down the glass. Looking outside through the mist, the sycamore trees became blurred, as if they were melting, and the green of the treetops slowly flowed down with the water.
It started raining on his way home, but it stopped before he got home. He returned this afternoon, knowing she had gone to the magazine office. He wondered if she hadn't gotten caught in the rain since she hadn't returned yet.
When he got home, he played with the kitten for a while.
The little cat picked a lot of flowers and put them on Dabai and the two little cats at home. He made small bracelets and wreaths for them to wear, and also made a little cat for her to play with.
"Are you sleepy?"
The kitten started to yawn.
He picked up the child and went back to the house to sleep. He stood at the window, held her in his arms and patted her gently.
The kitten didn't want to sleep anymore. He looked at the balcony outside the window and said, "Dad~"
"Hmm~"
"When will they be ready?"
He patted her and smiled, "It will be fine soon."
A pair of gray magpies are building a nest on the balcony, and they have been doing it for several days.
"Go to sleep."
The kitten was still babbling and gradually fell asleep.
He gently put the child into the crib, placed her favorite purple rabbit next to her, and asked the nanny to come over and watch the child sleep.
He had a few things to sort out, so he went to the study. When he opened the door, he saw a pot of graceful lotus flowers inside, as if a beautiful girl was waiting for him at home.
When he left in the morning, the lotus was still in bud. At noon, Wang Jiazhi saw that the flowers had bloomed and wanted to move them into his study.
He walked around it and admired it carefully. The flower was so beautiful.
The name of this lotus is: Yu Yu.
The slender, diamond-shaped white petals cascade downward, with long, columnar yellow-green pistils arranged in a starburst pattern at the center, and beneath them are layers of thread-like, tender yellow stamens. This flower truly gives off a sense of celestial descent.
He always felt as if he had seen it somewhere.
After admiring the flowers for a while, he realized that he was so playful and had important things to do.
I sat down at the desk, flipped through my things, and when I looked up, the flower seemed to be waiting for me quietly there.
The room had obviously been cleaned up after he left. It was as if a lotus spirit had cleaned it up, and upon his return it had returned to its original form.
After he finished his work, he looked up, supported his head with his hands, and looked at the flowers quietly.
She is really graceful, like a beauty emerging from water.
Every time I wash her hair, it's like washing white hair. It takes a lot of water to wet it thoroughly. Then I work up some foam and make her hair look like clouds and mist. I put my hands in that big cloud and rub it.
After he washed her, she would sit on his lap, turn around, and wash him again.
When I lowered my head, I saw the two white lumps swaying as she moved her body.
At first, he was mad. He wasn't a pervert, he was just switching women, not just playing around with them. He'd get bored after just one or two times, so he'd switch to a new woman. What was wrong with him? He just wanted to sleep with her endlessly. Not only did he never get tired of it, but the more he slept with her, the more he got hooked.
She sat in the bathtub with water hanging on her body, and she really looked like a graceful white lotus emerging from the water.
A gust of wind blew by, and the lotus swayed.
It was the way she trembled, with beads of sweat on her body reflecting the light.
Especially since she has straight hair and puts it up on top of her head, she looks even more neat and graceful.
He wandered for a while, then came back to his senses.
But it's not just that. I always feel like I've seen this flower at some point, but I just can't remember where. It's this strange sense of déjà vu.
He was lost in thought when the door suddenly opened a crack. He turned around and saw that the lotus had really become a spirit, poking its head out from outside the door.
She was indeed the one who cleaned the house.
Wang Jiazhi, sweating profusely, poked her head in like a kitten.
He laughed and said, "I thought the lotus had become a spirit."
She came in and sat on his lap again. The sweat on her head was clear and not coquettish.
"Did you get wet in the rain?" He wasn't wet.
"It's a good thing I didn't, otherwise it would have gotten wet the first time I put it on."
Looking down, she saw a pink lotus flower on her body.
"It's still so hot even after the rain has stopped. I'm sweating all over."
Wang Jiazhi took off her hair and spread the jasmine flowers she had picked on her hair on the dressing table.
The two grandmothers and the driver in the family have known him since childhood and have gotten along well with him since he was old enough to understand.
Over the years, they also felt that his marriage was too suffocating.
This circle is full of couples with troubled relationships, either constantly bickering or refusing to talk to each other. Living under the same roof as strangers always feels strange. It's okay to hang out outside, but he should at least find someone to live with, have children, and have offspring.
They also felt that Wang Jiazhi was a very good person. Lao Yi found her and his heart was settled. He no longer looked for other women outside and now had a child. This was a proper life.
But seeing how worried he was, especially when she was sick, the person who worried about her suffered more than she did. Thinking that perhaps those unrestrained days in the past were easier and happier, she felt a sense of sympathy for him.
It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and she still couldn't sleep.
"I can't sleep lately. How could this happen? It must be because I'm mixing up my day and night."
He patted her to sleep as if he was coaxing his daughter.
"The dog makes the fire, the cat mixes the dough,
Cooking with pancakes is hilarious.”
He patted her and sang nursery rhymes to her as if he was coaxing his daughter to sleep.
Wang Jiazhi was amused and laughed out loud.
This nursery rhyme is so funny. It was Wang Jiazhi's first time hearing it, and a picture immediately popped up in her mind. A little white dog stretched its paws out in front of the stove, lighting the fire, while a little cat kneaded dough. Don't burn your fur; the dough is bound to be filled with cat hair. If you knead the dough and then make pancakes, will you burn your paw pads?
"Squeak, squeak, lift the sedan chair,
The mouse’s wedding is so lively.
The groom wore a large grey coat."
When he said this, she laughed again.
The groom was a big gray rat and was not very handsome.
Wang Jiazhi recalled a story she read as a child: a gray mouse wanted to marry a beautiful white mouse. The girl's family disliked his appearance, so he painted himself white, dressed up as a white-faced mouse, and finally won her family's acceptance. His girlfriend kissed him, and a piece of the white paint peeled off, revealing a patch of his original gray fur. But in preparation for their marriage, he tried to steal from a mousetrap and was imprisoned. In regret, he banged his head against the iron cage, and the white paint crumbled and peeled off, revealing his original gray fur.
Wang Jiazhi couldn't help laughing as she talked to him.
He also laughed and said, "I've seen it too. At that time, I thought that the mouse's parents loved their daughter very much. They wanted her to be beautiful first, and then asked for a lot of money. They would not sell their daughter to an ugly mouse for money."
"But it's not easy to find one like that. She has to be both beautiful and rich. As long as she's beautiful..."
"How can parents bear to see their daughter marry a poor boy and suffer?"
"Anyway, I think as long as I like it, it's fine. There's no hardship I can't endure."
He realized that she certainly didn't mind suffering because she had already suffered enough.
She remembered that when she was a child she had to get up early to go out, so she deliberately refused to act coquettishly with her mother.
The mother also smiled and patted her and said, "Big baby, get up quickly. Little white rabbit, so white, stand up with your two ears."
Seeing that she still couldn't act coquettishly, he laughed again and said, "Little mouse, you climbed up the lampstand, stole the oil and drank it, and you can't get down."
My mother also likes these nursery rhymes about small animals. She is already fifteen years old, but sometimes I still recite these nursery rhymes to amuse her like I did when she was a child.
Mom has been gone for almost ten years.
Their daughter had already fallen asleep hugging the purple rabbit, but the more they talked, the happier they became, and the more energetic they became, not wanting to sleep.
She was afraid that he would not sleep with her and would be tired tomorrow, so she closed her eyes and kept silent.
After a long while, I heard his low voice say, "Are you asleep?"
She opened one eye slightly, then quickly closed it, pretending to be asleep.
After a while, he whispered again, "Are you asleep?"
She thought she would always fall asleep, but her biological clock was really messed up these days.
When he asked for the third time, she said helplessly, "I fell asleep."
He laughed.
"Don't ask, you know I'm not asleep."
She was originally sleeping on her side with her arms around him, but now she turned around and put her whole body on him and hugged him.
"What to do? You won't be able to catch up on your sleep tomorrow."
"It's okay, just two hours of sleep for two days will do."
"No, it will damage your health."
"I just look a little old now, but it's okay."
"No way. Look at those people, especially Mrs. Liao's husband. He looks like he's in his sixties."
"He was like this when he was young, and he looks old too."
"He looks like that, and he doesn't even like Mrs. Liao."
"She's not doing herself any good. She has a husband like that, and yet she's still fawning over him."
"Mrs. Liao's two daughters are also pitiful."
He laughed and said, "They have bad character. Even though their marriage is happy, they are still not good for their children."
The night was quiet. They were both very sleepy and tired, but they couldn't fall asleep for a while. Their conversations were like dream talk, vague and vague.
"Mrs. Ma is so beautiful, and she still has a free love relationship."
He laughed and said, "That's free love, not love. It's all the same in the end."
"What? What were you thinking at that time? Even if you didn't feel like you were in love, it would be better to pick someone you like than to marry someone you don't know."
"Look at Lao Liao and Lao Ma. They also picked the ones they liked, but in the end, they still didn't like them. If what you're dating isn't love, then there's no point. It's so troublesome to cultivate and manage the relationship. And when the relationship is gone, there's still the worry of the breakup. Even becoming strangers is out of the question. There was no love from the beginning, just strangers. It's much easier than them. I saw it clearly when I was young."
Lao Yi is very proud that he has never been troubled by marriage.
Wang Jiazhi thought about it and realized that it was true. Before Mrs. Yi returned to the countryside, she lived a much more comfortable life than Mrs. Liao and Mrs. Ma.
His wife was married by his parents, but a few years after the marriage, Lao Liao fell in love with someone of his own free will. He seemed deeply in love, but they soon broke up, and the dispute was quite serious. Lao Liao was not a good official, but he was better at finding concubines than anyone else. He would take a mistress outside at the drop of a hat. Then, within a year or two, they would break up, leaving a child behind and paying alimony. Soon, he would take another mistress, and break up again. It was a cycle like this, and it was hard to believe his salary could support them. His colleagues laughed at him for being so foolish, asking why he always had to give someone a title.
"but……"
"Um."
"It's nice to be living through the day. It's completely different from what I imagined."
"Um."
"It's just like Mr. *, with such a good relationship. Whenever I'm away from home, I worry about him. I'm busy with things, but I also have to think about home. If I want to have a few more drinks, I'll be yelled at. With so many people around, I can't even drink. If they get angry, I have to be humble and coax them, and if I can't coax them, I get restless. Life feels so tiring. And then there are the children, each one of them I have to worry about... Living like this is so much more interesting than my carefree days before. Actually, when I was younger... sometimes I felt as if I should have had a family, just like the life I have now."
Wang Jiazhi had already fallen asleep, and he drifted off to sleep, too. The room was quiet. Gradually, a ray of morning light shone through the gap in the curtains, falling on the bed and the pot of white lotus flowers. The lotus seemed to be bordered with a layer of silver, and a petal slowly floated down to the water, like a white boat.
There's a story about two young friends, both from poor families, who decided to venture out into the world. One's father, skilled in occult magic and fortune-telling, believed the other boy was destined for great wealth, while his own son was destined for poverty, forced to ferry people across the border. He advised his son on how to transfer his luck to his own.
Sure enough, the two men went out to explore the world for several years. One returned home in glory, while the other was extremely poor and could not survive outside, so he had to go back to his hometown to make a living by ferrying people across the river. Twenty years passed like this, and the wealthy one suddenly lost his family in middle age and his wealth was gone, while the other suddenly became rich and famous. Later, the one's family became even more difficult to support, so he sold his last house. The other bought the house out of the friendship of their youth. When they went to see the house, the ferryman was not there, and the other wanted to hold the pole, but found that after so many years of ferrying, he seemed to have lost his ability all of a sudden. The one said impatiently: "I don't know this, watch me." He ferried the other across skillfully. He had never driven a ferry before, and he made a living by ferrying people across the river for the rest of his life, until his death.
God's will can be delayed but cannot be changed. In the end, at most, it will arrive late.
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