Chapter 414
Wang Jiazhi set up a small table on the bed and diligently copied the remaining manuscript. He fell asleep with his head resting on her legs, the kitten cuddled up to his legs and fell asleep, and the two cats cuddled up to the kitten and fell asleep.
There's nothing I can do about it, he's just as clingy when he's free.
After a while, even though he didn't make a sound, she knew he was awake. That's what happens to people who are always sleep-deprived; after a while, they can't sleep much.
She said, "Really? I've been working diligently as a farmer for several months, but I still can't even shell corn."
Today when he came back, he saw her peeling corn, peeling off all the leaves and then breaking them apart. The corn leaves were so thick that it was very difficult to break them apart.
He taught her to tear off half of the leaves and then peel the rest underneath, which would make it much easier to break them off.
"You've only been farming for a few days, so of course you don't know. It's just a pastime, don't you think you're really going to be a farmer?"
"I went back to the countryside with my grandmother and followed my mother to the orchard since I was a child. But I just watched them do the work, and they never asked me to help."
"They loved you so much, but I didn't expect your father to be so cruel." At this point, he smiled and said, "I won't say anymore. If I continue, I'll become the man who changed his wife's name from Zhaodi to Shuxian."
She smiled and said, "It's just the truth, there's no need to stir up trouble. I'd rather others scold him for me, instead of just being angry myself. But people always say that there are no perfect parents. It's not like I wanted him to have me." She sighed and added, "Although my father doesn't love me, I still admire him very much.
He and my mother are similar. They are both strong-willed and self-disciplined people who want to be decent. They would rather suffer losses than take advantage of others.
I never thought that he, such a person who cares about his reputation and has a strong sense of responsibility towards others, would actually abandon me. It's really hateful.
In fact, he was very satisfied with my mother, and there was nothing he could criticize. His family was like that, and my mother brought so much money, and she was obviously marrying down, but she still served him servilely. She really loved him, so she acted like that. I didn't expect that in his eyes, she was just a partner. He was very satisfied with her before, but when she was about to die, he despised her. It's hateful to think about it. The money I saved with great difficulty was all wasted. It's better to lose it on eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, etc. than to lose it like this. I just didn't expect that he would marry someone like this when he got married again. He is just cruel, not a fool. Do you think there is such a thing as a curse? It makes people lose their original heart and start doing stupid things. Why did he marry such a person? "
"In this life, there are some things that even we ourselves find unreasonable, but that's just the way it is."
Wang Jiazhi now thinks that she actually liked Kuang Yumin and was so foolish. She also wonders if she was under some kind of spell.
"They said my mom just thought he was good-looking. My mom isn't that superficial. She's good in other aspects, but she just didn't see how cruel he was. Our family really is getting worse with each generation. I'm not as good-looking as them, and my brother is just average-looking."
"No, I think it looks good." He closed his eyes and his voice was vague.
"You don't have to comfort me. I'm serious."
"Me too. Don't underestimate yourself." He closed his eyes to rest, reached out and touched the kitten to see if she was sweating or had eczema.
As Wang Jiazhi spoke, she wrote furiously, and the rustling sound of the pen rubbing against the paper could be heard.
"What's so great about their family? My mother married into a family of lower status and they still don't cherish her."
"Don't always be at their house..."
"He threw away his wedding photos and marriage certificate with my mom. Without my mom, I'm no longer part of his family. He never intended to have me anyway."
Not only has Wang Jiazhi started to develop again, but her delayed rebellious period has also begun.
She has always been very obedient. This good girl who has been oppressed for a long time may suddenly explode one day, and the degree of her power may be even more terrifying than that of an ordinary person.
"That's right, if you don't like recognizing him, then don't recognize him."
At this moment the kitten whimpered, as if dreaming. He reached out and patted her, and she soon became quiet again.
He became confused and said, "Let me copy it for you."
"don't want."
He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into his arms.
“No, I’m going to make a mistake.”
He pulled her down and she lay on his legs like a kitten. It was her turn to sleep with her head resting on his legs.
He looked at her handwriting and sighed inwardly. But she seemed to sense it and said, "At least my handwriting isn't a scribbled mess."
"I didn't mean that." He said guiltily.
One very strange thing about Wang Jiazhi is that while she can write and draw, her handwriting is awkward. It's not ugly, but it looks like a child's. She's been trying hard, but it just doesn't look the same. People who draw well usually write beautifully, but she's an exception.
The contrast between her childish handwriting and his graceful and flowing cursive script was simply too great.
He wrote much faster than she did. He did write faster than she did.
"You're really suited to being a copyist." Then he thought, "But copying so quickly all the time will make your hands hurt."
"My hands are more resistant to friction than yours."
Wang Jiazhi said helplessly: "As expected, men and women are born unequal."
"Some women are too strong-willed. They'll force themselves to take things even if they can't. Even though they know they're no match for men physically, they'd rather work harder. Some women keep saying, 'I'm a woman, I'm weak, I can't do it, I should let men do it for me.'"
"It's still the former. The latter is so useless."
"I'm very proud of it."
"That's not good either. People pursue many things, not just material desires. Spiritual pursuits are far more profound than material things."
Wang Jiazhi held to this philosophy throughout her life. Even when she was at her most impoverished, she would use her spare change to buy old books and watch movies. She would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.
The wives Wang Jiazhi came into contact with were all Mrs. Yi's circle of friends. Birds of a feather flock together. They were a group of people who had no idea what to do except eating, drinking, having fun, and competing with each other, and who got a headache when they saw books.
They all scoffed at the rumors that Lao Yi had an ambiguous relationship with a popular writer.
What could be so alluring about a novelist?
Public opinion outside is the opposite. Based on her astonishing talent, she is just a Zhu Bajie, and it is an honor for Lao Yi to be paired with her.
It's not narcissism, he just has this confidence. The women he has dated don't all like him, but at least they don't hate him. He has had this confidence since he was young.
But even if they're very fond of him, they still can't stop trying to get more out of him. Give him a three-carat ring, and they'll try to get you to buy a four-carat one. Once you buy a four-carat ring, they'll ask for a five-carat one. As long as you satisfy their desires, they'll want more, never satisfied. Besides greed, it's mostly a habit. They feel like if they can't get the most out of a man, they can't show off their abilities; it's a source of pride. Even Mrs. Yi is the same.
He didn't care about money; as long as he liked her, he'd keep giving. After all, getting a man's money was a skill. It was just that his interest in them was short-lived. Before they felt the next opportunity had arrived, he'd already stopped looking for them.
He and Wang Jiazhi shared the same idea: using a man's money as a springboard to build a career was admirable. But simply making money without any other pursuits was rather dull.
Wang Jiazhi had a glimpse into the difference between Eastern and Western heroines. Eastern heroines are either extremely poor or extremely prominent. The impoverished must be noticed by a wealthy young man, who would rather be with her than be rich and famous. The wealthy must meet a poor young man, who would rather be with him than be rich and famous. Then, they must become widowed young, but they must have a child before becoming widowed. After all, in the eyes of many Eastern male literati, a woman without children is like a cripple. Later, she will inevitably encounter many men who admire her, but she is determined to remain chaste and will never accept any of their feelings. Yet, they do not completely sever ties, maintaining a lifelong entanglement in ambiguous relationships. Several men, infatuated with a widow with a child, will ignore young, beautiful, intelligent, and capable suitors, remain single for life, and selflessly dedicate themselves to her career. In the eyes of some literati, a woman's chastity is determined by whether she sleeps with other men. As long as the heroine doesn't sleep with those suitors, she will be chaste and strong-willed.
Western women can sleep with different men for money and opportunities, but they don't stop there and use the capital gained from sexual intercourse to develop their own careers.
A script written like this will always have a large audience, but she doesn't like any of them because she can't identify with any of them.
She drifted off to sleep, and soon woke up to find a stack of copied letters next to her. The kitten and the two cats had woken up without her noticing. The kitten rested its head on the table, watching its father copy. The two cats, one leaning against the kitten, rested its head on the table, like a plush ornament, but half-standing on its legs.
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "Doesn't it feel tired?"
I don’t know if it’s because birds of a feather flock together, or if his magnetic field affects everything close to him in the same way. My daughter and the pets at home are all very quiet and well-behaved when they’re around him.
She picked up the copied pages and flipped through them one by one. They were really well copied.
Some later people praised Wang Jiazhi's calligraphy highly, while others were extremely surprised, as if it was different from what they had seen. These people all saw the manuscript, but only different parts of it.
She lazily got up, laid her whole body on his back, rested her head on his shoulder, and watched him write.
The servants in their family are very tight-lipped, but they will whisper to each other about such unimportant matters.
The bodyguards knew that he used to work alone in a dark room. But now, with so many things hanging on his body, it was unbelievable.
Most of his colleagues of similar status were henpecked. Either they had someone else, or they had someone else do it, hiding it from their wives like a thief. If they were caught, they'd be in a state of panic. He was a rare example of someone who was considered a strong henpecked husband, allowing his wife to do whatever she pleased. Ever since he'd even avoided Bai Yufang, his colleagues felt as if some curse had been cast upon their work environment.
She held his hand and asked him to write the same words as hers, then smiled happily. Perhaps he had never written such ugly words in his life.
He pulled her forward, held her hand and wrote, and his handwriting came out of her hand. It was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever written in her life.
The little kitten looked at them in surprise at their behavior which was incomprehensible to her.
The little girl was already twenty years old, quite old in the countryside, and was originally scheduled to get married today. The man had known her since childhood and had heard that she was good-looking, well-behaved, and willing to endure hardships. But suddenly, he said the marriage was off, and he broke off the relationship.
When Wang Jiazhi asked why, the little girl said, "That's liking, not love."
These were words from her novel. The little girl had been in the city for so many years that she could recognize common characters and also enjoyed reading her novels.
My mother told people that it was all because of the two of them, and it would be strange if the little girl didn't have too many thoughts.
Two days later, the editor received her manuscript. After reading the second half, he was amazed and thought, "The handwriting is really good. It seems like I've seen it somewhere before."
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