Chapter 410
Wang Jiazhi went to buy something. When she looked up, she saw Mrs. Xiao's two daughters in front of her. They smiled at each other.
After coming out of the department store, they asked if they wanted to go to the movies together. Wang Jiazhi also planned to go to the movies after shopping, so she went with them.
The two daughters of the Xiao family stood in front of the movie posters, unable to decide which one to watch.
I asked her again. I asked her first, and she said she had no idea, so I asked them.
Wang Jiazhi couldn't say anything. Ever since Mrs. Yi returned to the countryside, the circle of false imperial edicts had begun to curry favor with her. Even Mrs. Ma invited her to dinner at her home. Mrs. Xiao had always been very polite to her, but now she was showing some signs of rebellion. As soon as she mentioned a name, they would look at it with her, even if they didn't want to.
"This one, I've seen it before, it's pretty good."
Wang Jiazhi had originally wanted to see Tess. Seeing the two sisters hesitate, she spoke up. She had confidence in the film.
My sister laughed and said, "Well, I haven't read this, but I have heard of this book."
Wang Jiazhi understood what she meant. Girls her age still preferred romantic romances like "Gone with the Wind." Classic novels, in particular, had familiar plots that had lost their mystery from the outset, relying primarily on artistic conception to captivate the audience. However, Eastern and Western interpretations of artistic conception differed. They were even less interested in those bitter, foreign biographies.
Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "This is different from the dull ones in the past. It has some of the artistic conception of the Western Book of Songs."
The movie was three hours long and it was already past one in the afternoon when we came out of the cinema, so the three of us went to have lunch.
While eating, Sister Xiao said, "I didn't expect it. It's just as you said. It's really good. I cried while watching it. Before watching it, I thought it was just another boring old routine."
Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "Yes, the artistic conception is as beautiful as a Monet painting. The actress was especially well chosen. I'm afraid no one else will be able to perform it like this in the future."
Sister Xiao said, "I'm going to read this novel when I get back this time. I wonder if it's the same as the movie."
"It's almost the same. It's really rare to be able to respect the original work while still creating one's own style."
My sister said, "That's right. These days, many directors falsify stories to attract attention. It's hard to describe. Or they're just looking for novelty. Whenever a man's name appears in a novel, they have to make it into a love triangle to attract attention, as if women are all prostitutes and loving only one person is illegal. They have to sleep with everyone, and have ambiguous relationships with other men besides the male lead. The director of this movie is really decent. Being abused is being abused, and it's hatred and pain. Loving your husband is loving your husband. If it were another director, they would definitely make it a love triangle, and have an ambiguous relationship with the one who abused her."
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "This director's character is actually quite bad, and he even abuses young girls. But the perspectives in the film are really decent."
My sister said, "That's easy to understand. He's already given vent to his rogue thoughts in real life, so there's no need to bring them into his work. Some people want to pretend to be decent gentlemen in real life, so they have no way to vent their rogue thoughts, so they bring them into their work."
My sister said, "I really don't understand why she had to kill someone. And her husband, he cared so much before, but why did he suddenly stop caring and even wanted to flee with her?"
Wang Jiazhi said: "In fact, their relationship didn't start out as love, but as they experienced more together, their feelings grew deeper."
“They haven’t experienced anything.”
"They had been through a lot together emotionally. Tess liked him, but felt that her past was not worthy of him. If he had seen the letter and broken up with Tess, they would just be disappointed, and neither of them would have suffered so much. Even if Tess had to return to the dude, she could have continued to live numbly.
It was because they got married later, and they had great expectations of each other, but what they got was great disappointment, so they separated with hatred for each other. From then on, they lived alone with this strong hatred and strong regret. Although they were not by each other's side, they were the closest to each other.
He went through hardships and life and death with this strong emotion, which made him learn to empathize with Tess and understand her helplessness and pain. So he came to his senses and was willing to go back to find her.
Tess's feelings for her husband, from hope to disappointment and then complete despair, were also intense. She couldn't just forget him. It was this experience that led to the unbearable pain she felt when she became the mistress of the dude. When he returned to her, the emotional ups and downs she experienced were so torturous that she completely collapsed. She wasn't acting impulsively; she was truly exhausted and desperate. Even if her husband could accept everything, she couldn't start over. She could only end her life in this way, destroying herself and the world together, finally offering the only pure thing she had to her love.
It's like Ximen Qing's feelings for Li Ping'er, even though Li Ping'er was his type. But if the two hadn't experienced so much together, Li Ping'er would have been just a concubine he loved very much. Even if she died, he wouldn't have been so heartbroken and obsessed with her. He would even choose to die to see her one last time. It was because she made him experience loss and recovery, giving birth to a child, and then losing the child again. The two of them had been through so much, and their feelings were so deep that he couldn't forget her.
After Wang Jiazhi finished speaking, she saw the two sisters, their heads in their hands, listening attentively. Not only did they look alike, but even their movements and expressions were identical. Wang Jiazhi found this fascinating. Bloodlines are such a magical thing.
My sister said, "You're right. A friend in need is a friend indeed, and this is just another example of that. It's just so tragic."
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "And it's not romantic enough. True love shouldn't be about falling in love over time, or because you've been through too much together. It should be about love at first sight."
My sister laughed and said, "There's no such thing as a glance that lasts a lifetime. Not many people get to experience it."
While these two sisters' love lives are blissful, they're both grounded in the kind of romance you'd find in a novel. The elder sister met through a blind date; their talent and family backgrounds were a perfect match. Their parents didn't pressure them; they were simply content with each other, enjoying a warm, respectful relationship. The younger sister, like her elder sister, fell in love freely and was also a comfortable match in every way. They haven't experienced the bitterness of love, nor the unforgettable feeling of love at first sight.
To the sisters, Wang Jiazhi was a strange being. Her extreme romantic talent, combined with her aloof and aloof demeanor, gave her an air of otherworldliness. Yet, she accepted her family's arranged marriage, marrying someone she didn't love, and then willingly became the second wife of a high-ranking official. This was unbelievable to them.
At first, Wang Jiazhi thought she had tried very hard to play the role of a charming wife. But in his eyes, she was just a kitten who stole adult clothes and put on heavy makeup.
Mrs. Xiao's second daughter bought two pieces of suit material and a tie, both of which were quite fancy.
When Wang Jiazhi thought about buying high-end fabric for her boyfriend, she thought of Huangliju, and how Xiaoshuang had saved money to buy one for Wen Runze, but the war broke out before she could save enough. She also dreamed of selling her blood to make him a suit of clothes.
Of course, a rich girl is different from these ordinary girls. One leaf can tell the whole story. No wonder so many boys abandon their commoner girlfriends to be recruited as prince consorts.
Wang Jiazhi thought Xiao Meimei's choice of fabric was too flashy, perhaps because her boyfriend liked that kind of thing. She believed that men in their twenties would find suits awkward, like a teenager trying to look older. It was awkward. After thirty, when one has developed a mature temperament, one can pull it off. He didn't wear suits when he was young, mostly long gowns or Mao suits. He had a suit set, which he wore when absolutely necessary. He only started wearing suits more frequently after he turned thirty.
This is what I dreamed about.
Wang Jiazhi complained that Xiao Meimei's choice of fabric was too fancy. Xiao Meimei thought Wang Jiazhi's choice of fabric was too formal. But it wasn't surprising. They'd met at the department store, both choosing fabric for suits, and the sisters hadn't asked, and Wang Jiazhi was unfazed. After all, everyone knew she and Lao Yi were together.
Sister Xiao thought to herself, there was nothing she could do, since she was too old to wear fancy clothes.
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself that when he was young, he never wore fancy colors. A man's beauty is always highlighted by simplicity.
He came home early today, arriving at four o'clock. She smiled and said, "That's perfect. We can call the tailor."
He suffered a bitter summer and became thinner than in autumn.
He saw several pieces of fabric and said with a smile, "I have enough clothes. Don't make any more. Why don't you make your own clothes?"
"I've already outgrown mine, and you only have a few sets."
From his youth, he lived a simple life. He wasn't particular about food, and he preferred fine clothes over quantity, just enough to change. He enjoyed reading, painting, calligraphy, and collecting calligraphy. In middle age, he developed a taste for women, switching them frequently but not constantly, only once or twice a month. Wang Jiazhi was a special case.
When Wang Jiazhi first got together with him, she discovered that he was different from what she had imagined. This kind of person didn't care much about fine clothes and delicious food, but only about enjoying power.
It seems that when reading history books, many kings, princes, generals and ministers lived extremely frugal lives just to set an example for the world.
The common people said, "What's the point of being an emperor or an official? Power is more intoxicating than any material enjoyment."
Wang Jiazhi eventually followed in her mother's footsteps without realizing it. She would rather not wear clothes herself than dress up her husband. She and her mother did not have the habit of changing clothes for their dolls like many other girls, but when they grew up, their husbands became their dolls.
I had already made several sets of summer clothes, and today I was choosing autumn clothes. I saw some that I liked, so I picked out a few summer clothes.
He thought to himself that he might not be able to wear all of them by the time he died, so it would all be wasted.
The tailor came over and Kitty stood by the mirror while he measured his clothes.
His image is reflected in the mirror, with a cute kitten standing next to him. It's like a photo of himself is placed in a frame, and the kitten is a cute cat decoration next to the frame.
When he goes out in the morning, he sometimes holds the little one in front of the wardrobe and asks dad what to wear.
My daughter likes him best in light gray and dark blue.
He couldn't help but sigh that heredity is really something that is passed down from mother to daughter.
The little kitten often pulls the sleeves of its light grey clothes with its little hands and says, "Cat, bunny~~"
Wang Jiazhi also felt that light gray was like the color of animal fur, and it looked warm and reassuring.
The dark blue kitten will say: "Huahua~"
I have a very big deep blue hydrangea planted at home.
One time, he brought back two kinds of flowers: a hazy purple rose and a bright purple iris. I thought children only liked bright colors, but I didn't expect her to like the hazy purple rose.
Wang Jiazhi liked his clothes to be slim-fitting, which only accentuated his slender figure. She felt he had the poignant beauty of a sickly plum blossom. She liked him best in a Mao suit, which was slimmer than a Western suit.
The last time she tried on the newly made clothes, she thought they looked great. In front of the mirror, she hugged him from behind and rested her head on his shoulder. Only then did he think that it was just right for her head to rest on his shoulder. If she continued to grow, it would be difficult to hold her like this.
After measuring him, Wang Jiazhi took the kitten in her arms and said with a smile, "It's your turn now."
The little girl smiled as her mother carried her to the table to stand. The tailor smiled as he took a ruler to measure her arms and legs. She also obediently let him measure her.
After measuring, he curiously picked up the tailor's ruler and put it around his daughter's head to measure whether her head had grown big enough.
Some of his behaviors were truly baffling to Wang Jiazhi, yet she found them quite amusing. For example, he loved to use a tape measure to measure the circumference of his daughter's head, as well as the heads of the family's three furry companions. When his daughter wasn't around, he'd measure the kittens, each time meticulously checking their measurements. Later, when the children, Dabai, arrived, he'd also measure them.
If you ask him why, it's just for fun.
A man remains a boy until he dies.
If his parents were still alive, it would not be surprising at all, because he liked to measure the circumference of cats and dogs' heads in this way when he was a child.
Of course, Wang Jiazhi is indispensable here.
When Wang Jiazhi let her hair down, he couldn't help but measure the circumference of her head.
He loved measuring all the cute round, furry heads.
It is no wonder that Wang Jiazhi has no feelings for Zhou Minlin. One of the reasons is that Zhou Minlin hardly ever does anything bizarre or childish.
In fact, what does it matter if it exists? I still don’t feel anything.
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