Chapter 416
Mrs. Liao's son was getting married. Everyone was surprised; they had never heard her talk about planning his marriage. Instead, they'd heard her constantly nagging about how her eldest daughter was a debt collector, how she'd gone mad and ruined her younger brother's marriage. With such a mentally ill sister-in-law, who would marry into their family?
Others thought to themselves, "With your son's character, no good family would be willing to marry him."
Everyone thought that Mrs. Liao was quietly accomplishing great things.
The wedding day was just like the one at Mrs. Ma’s house. As long as there was still a breath left in the body, everyone would go to watch the fun.
Given Lao Liao's status, Lao Yi and he were old colleagues, so he should have shown up when Lao Yi was busy with his family affairs. However, due to his official position, he said he was busy with official duties, so Lao Liao couldn't say anything if he didn't go.
However, Lao Yi must go that day.
The reason was that he also wanted to watch the fun.
Mrs. Liao was so devoted to climbing the social ladder that she knew she had to find a son-in-law for her beloved son-in-law. If she couldn't find one, she would find a way to find one.
It was clear from inquiries long ago that Mrs. Liao's son was at best handsome, but his appearance reflected his inner self, and he looked frivolous and unintelligent. His family held low official positions, and the Liao couple were notorious for their behavior. Everyone knew that Mr. Liao earned little money, favored formal concubines, and had several children from ex-consorts who needed to be supported. Mrs. Liao was also mean, and her daughter was obsessed with saving face. Her son was also known for his unbridled drinking, whoring, and gambling.
The matchmaker had previously mentioned a family of lower status than theirs, whose daughter was exceptionally good, with excellent looks and character, especially virtuous. The matchmaker had said that marrying such a woman would definitely secure the family. Marrying a virtuous woman, with someone understanding and supportive, would ensure no major disturbances.
Mrs. Liao said, "My son is not a fool. He doesn't need wise helpers. Her family background is so low that it will hinder my son's future. This is unacceptable."
The matchmaker was left speechless, and no one knew what her son's future would be. This incident also became a laughing stock among the wives.
If that family didn't have so many daughters, and this one wasn't in the middle and wasn't valued, there would be no talk of this marriage between their families.
Mrs. Liao proudly announced her son's marriage. Although the daughter-in-law she married was not from a family as high-class as her eldest daughter's, her family was still much better than theirs.
Others thought to themselves that for such a good family, the daughter must be missing an arm or a leg to marry their family's big-money, incompetent, heavy smoker.
Someone found out the next day, and several wives gathered together to share the news they had heard.
She asked him what kind of person Mrs. Liao's daughter-in-law was. He said he didn't know, so he was very curious that day and had to go and see it with his own eyes.
In the morning, after they finished cleaning up, she finished waxing his hair and had some left on her hands, so she rubbed it on her own head.
The little kitten was sitting on the bed and watching this scene, she was also surprised to learn from it, rubbing her head from top to bottom with her two little paws. She only knew that her father had to comb her hair up when he went out, and let it down when he came back.
Whenever he used wax on his hair, she would say, "Daddy, it's time to go out."
When they arrived at the place, she got out of the car and went in first.
The place this time was really luxurious. Everyone was wondering where the Liao family got so much money. I guess my mother's family also had to pay part of the cost.
When Wang Jiazhi entered, several other ladies had already arrived. She sat down and chatted with them for a while before he came in. Their table was very close to theirs, and he had to pass by this way to get there, so of course he had to say hello. He was behind her, and she subconsciously lowered her head.
There is no way, there is one thing that still cannot be changed.
At the beginning, whenever something happened between them and they met again that day, she would be extremely shy.
Even if he only looked at her from behind, he could tell she was shy again. Not long ago, she was white and soft, all over him, kissing and nuzzling.
She is really like a cat at home, so warm and clingy at home, jumping on you and kissing, rubbing and licking you. But when you take her out and see strangers, she hides her head in your arms and becomes timid.
He didn't know that in her eyes, he was just like a cat at home. He would hold her in his arms and let her kiss and rub him, never resisting. And there were also furry little cat legs.
He still liked to wear a long gown for events like this; it made sitting for longer periods of time more comfortable. He was wearing a long gown today; there was no other choice. It wasn't her fault, but she'd noticed a mark on her neck, and it had only been there less than an hour; it was too fresh. She couldn't avoid a high collar.
He always liked to make trouble. Sometimes when he came back and happened to be behind her, he would secretly stir up trouble. It wasn't a big deal, just his paws were restless, either touching or pinching.
Just the slightest movement sent an electric current through her body, and she didn't know if she was blushing. So many people were there. Even if so many people were around, what difference would it make? In novels and movies, people rub their legs under the table, but nothing happens above it. It's just that she's too weak to do that.
At first, she thought he was being really excessive. Even if others couldn't see it, he shouldn't have acted like that in front of Mrs. Yi. But then, Mrs. Yi didn't leave the yellow croaker for him to eat; she didn't buy him discounted fabric; she forced herself to smile when he came home exhausted and miserable, and she didn't even look at him, playing mahjong as usual. There were so many such things, and she felt that neither of them cared much about the other, so she didn't care anymore.
Gradually, Wang Jiazhi began to respect Mrs. Yi as the principal wife. She didn't know when it started, but she no longer felt any guilt.
Mrs. Xiao's second daughter is also getting married soon, and Mrs. Liao is intentionally getting ahead of her family this time, fearing that Mrs. Xiao's family will be ahead of her and their family will lose face.
Mrs. Liao's second daughter sat next to Wang Jiazhi. Mrs. Liang said, "You kid, your family has a wedding, why don't you go and take care of it?"
"They wish they didn't have a mental illness like me to embarrass them. I won't go. If I go, they'll kick me out."
"How can you say that?" said Mrs. Liang.
While everyone was still trying to figure out how to get the point across, Sister Liao said, "She's usually so stingy with her daughter that she wouldn't even spend two handkerchiefs. She spends a ton of money on her son's opium. Even with such a meager dowry, she still expects the in-laws to respect her. But when it comes to her son, she's almost bankrupt. My father wouldn't give her any money, so she spent all her private savings on it."
Everyone present was stunned and exclaimed "Ah!" in their hearts at the same time.
"Even if my parents didn't contribute, it wouldn't be enough. I sold all my jewelry at a low price."
"ah!!"
"That's not all. He also borrowed a lot of money. He can't let people say he's marrying above his station and can't hold his head up in my father-in-law's house."
"ah!!!"
Only then did everyone realize that Mrs. Liao was even more terrifying than they had imagined. Not only had she lost everything, she was also in debt.
"You're not afraid of being laughed at for marrying such a cripple."
"ah!!!!"
Xiao's sister interrupted her and talked about something else.
Mrs. Liao's daughter now had more to talk about, and she chatted with Wang Jiazhi about a novel she had just published today.
Wang Jiazhi then remembered that the novel she had sent her last time had been published today. Mrs. Liao's daughter had found it impossible to find solace in religion. After all, true conversion would disregard worldly concerns, but she certainly couldn't do that. Then, her spiritual sustenance returned to her novels.
"I watched it in the car. Seriously, why didn't she fall in love in the end? I thought he could save her from suffering."
The Xiao family's younger sister said, "He wouldn't do that. That man doesn't love her at all. Fortunately, he cut his losses in time. Otherwise, not only would he be ruined, but he wouldn't even be able to enjoy the blessings of a noble lady."
Wang Jiazhi kept nodding in her heart.
"How could that be? He truly loved her, and that hasn't changed from youth to old age. It's been almost thirty years. Even in middle age, he would still wait for her in the heavy rain, holding her favorite hibiscus flowers, and would even squat down to wipe the dust off her shoes. Besides, her family had already fallen on hard times, and it was impossible for them to provide him with any help in the officialdom. He simply still loved her."
"That was just a show. When he was young, he pursued her, not because he loved her. He and her husband were classmates, but he was inferior to her in every way. He knew he would never be able to win over his classmate. But love can be won without effort. Seeing his classmate pursuing her, he pursued her too, just to win over his classmate just once. But she chose him. Although he later married a woman from an even more prominent family, he couldn't live up to his expectations and still couldn't win over his classmate. In middle age, he saw that his wife had a much higher official position than him, and they were harmonious. Even though her husband's family had fallen on hard times, he still loved his wife dearly. He had achieved nothing in his life, and when he realized that she wasn't that happy, he thought that if he stole his classmate's wife, he would at least have won over her emotionally. That's why he kept asking his classmate if he loved his wife. He realized that his classmate had never loved his wife, and that he had pursued her only to curry favor with her family. For so many years, it had been just a show, playing the role of a good man and a good husband. So even if he stole her, he wouldn't have won over his classmate at all. That's when it all came to an end."
Wang Jiazhi nodded repeatedly in her heart.
"What? What do you think?" Mrs. Liao's daughter asked her.
Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "That's right, that's it."
She lamented that Mrs. Liao's daughter was really not suitable to read her novel. She thought that what she wrote was clear enough. She didn't understand how Mrs. Xiao's daughter could understand it. Then she remembered that it was only published today, only a few hours ago, so how could Mrs. Xiao's daughter have read it?
"I really enjoy reading her novels. Every month when they're published, I buy them the same day. I can't wait any longer."
I have met Wang Jiazhi and Xiao’s sister several times. I didn’t expect that they were also my fans. Oh my God.
Maybe it was because her sister and Sister Liao were very close, and Sister Liao always talked about how much she liked her novels. She didn't want to be harassed, and it seemed like she and Sister Liao were the same kind, which was very embarrassing.
In fact, Wang Jiazhi never realized that this incident had ever happened to her.
She thought Kuang Yumin's confession of love to her was a sign of his reluctance to see her, a chess piece, slip out of his control. But that wasn't the main reason. Kuang Yumin also noticed that she was becoming increasingly beautiful and attractive. But how could someone like him, who didn't know Kunshan jade, appreciate it? Taste is innate; if he had that kind of taste, he wouldn't have dismissed her as unworthy of being his girlfriend from the beginning.
Or was it because Lao Yi was too obsessed with her. In Kuang Yumin's eyes, so many good people before him either died or fell out of favor, so why did he treat her so differently and even risk his life to live with her?
Kuang Yumin has great ambitions, but he has been a low-level spy for many years, which makes him very frustrated.
If you give him the position of Secretary Zhang, he will really abandon the light and join the dark, but that place is not a pig farm. Even if you want a traitor, you must have brains and be able to get things done.
He had never thought that the woman he had despised would be so favored by such a powerful figure. If he could get Wang Jiazhi, wouldn't he have won over Lao Yi in terms of love?
No matter how powerful you are, the woman you are thinking about, the one you truly love is me.
When Meng Shunying wanted to sleep with him, he thought she was dirty. If Meng Shunying could be favored, even if Secretary Zhang doted on her, Kuang Yumin would definitely rush to have sex with her without her having to express it herself.
Mrs. Liao's daughter was very disappointed and said sadly, "Why does she always write such horrible things about romantic things?"
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "My things are not suitable for you to see."
She didn't understand why Sister Liao wanted to find the vows of love that she longed for but could not have in novels. Those were everywhere, so why did she have to read her own?
Sister Xiao said, "I think you must be able to understand her book very well."
Of course I knew it because I had listened to her conversations with Liao's sister many times.
Let’s talk about the autobiographical novel of a great female writer.
"She used to come up with nice names, but when she writes about her own life, the names she chooses aren't so good anymore."
Wang Jiazhi also felt this way and said, "Yeah, none of them are good. The way she wrote her own name before was also average, but it's better than this."
Sister Xiao talked to her about the writer's naming habits and whether it was influenced by "Dream of Red Mansions".
Wang Jiazhi said, "I don't really like the names in Dream of the Red Chamber. I think they're a bit cliché. They're all Yu, Feng, Chun, and so on."
“That was pretty good in that era.”
"But in novels of that era, if we only look at the names of the characters, there are many that sound good. For example, the name Qinglian might seem tacky, but the author gave her the surname Shui, making it Shui Qinglian. It's both vivid and full of meaning."
"This name is indeed nice. In fact, poetic names are often easy to understand, and most of them do not contain rare characters. People say that her name was also greatly influenced by the Dream of the Red Chamber. For example, the homophony and Qiqiao are inspired by Fengjie's daughters."
Wang Jiazhi said, "But I think her other naming method is more advanced and interesting. For example, she uses split characters to form a name. For example, in one of her novels, a university teacher is named Yan Zi Ye. Rumor has it that the prototype of this character is a teacher named Xu. The character Xu can be split into "Yan" and "Wu". Noon corresponds to "Zi Ye".
"Ah, so that's how it is. Looking at it this way, it's even more interesting than just homophones. One character is a name."
"Also, the name of the novel she wrote about her and her husband should have been torn apart as well."
Sister Xiao thought for a moment and said, "This is how to dismantle it."
"Her husband's surname is Hu, which can be broken down into Gu Yue. The moon corresponds to the sun, and if it's not the sun, it's Ri Wu, which makes up the Chinese character 'Yi'."
"But why is there only a surname and no given name?"
"Perhaps it's like Cao Xueqin's writing about Lin Daiyu, where he truly cared so deeply about her and loved her so much that he ran out of words and didn't know what to write about. Cao Xueqin described Baochai as having a face as rosy as a silver plate, eyes as bright as apricots, and clothes the color of honey. He also wrote about Wang Xifeng in even greater detail, describing not only her appearance but also her attire from head to toe. But when writing about Lin Daiyu, apart from her smoky eyebrows, he never wrote about her appearance again, and even her attire was almost nonexistent. He simply wrote about her artistic conception, constantly describing her as breathtakingly beautiful and extraordinary."
"What about herself?"
"The most striking thing about her husband's name is the character 'Lan'. The first plant that comes to mind when paired with orchid is Zhi. Zhilan Zhishi, Zhilan Yushu. It's a very good Lingzhi, and the addition of the character 'Jia' means lingzhi. As for why he was surnamed Wang, I can't deduce."
"According to this statement, the people she values would disdain using homophones. For example, the homophone for 'tool man' in the story is 'deceiving fools'. Tricking a group of fools into doing things. Because they are unimportant, she used a homophone, and this homophone is just right."
"That's right. With such a lame name, some people actually think it's Prince Charming and even see themselves reflected in it. They kept adding scenes. We filmed for two and a half hours, but the relationship between the male and female leads lasted less than 40 minutes. They added scenes just for the second male lead."
The much-anticipated bride finally came out, and when Wang Jiazhi saw her, she truly realized for the first time what Zhu Bajie looked like.
This is probably the most typical Zhu Bajie look. He's tall, but not slender, rather burly, with a pale complexion that only accentuates his weight. He's two or three times larger than the average person. He has long, squinty eyes, a short, broad nose, and thick, round lips.
The wedding dress was custom-made, but no matter how exquisite and beautiful it was on her, to others it looked like she was covered with a white sheet and a mosquito net draped over her head. It was as if the mosquito net had fallen down and she had just woken up, wrapped in a quilt and dangling from the mosquito net.
The bride held a large bouquet of white roses, calla lilies, asparagus fern, and white gloriosa. Her expression was tense and vacant, her eyes fixed on the front, her body moving stiffly forward, a fear of death. But her limping posture was also strange.
"One eye is practically blind."
As soon as Mrs. Liao's daughter spoke, everyone's hearts were shaken again, "Ah!!!!!"
Mrs. Liao's son, however, smiled playfully and nonchalantly. It was a rare moment of unity between mother and son. Mrs. Liao's son didn't care who he married. As he put it, even if he married a goddess, he'd get bored after a few days. If it would bring him financial benefits, marrying a pig wouldn't matter, even a disabled one, and it wouldn't matter if it added money.
His father-in-law's family and his mother had promised him a sum of money to compensate him for his sacrifice. But he knew that no matter how much money he had, it would soon be gone. That was how he lived: more money, more spending; less money, less spending; it would all be gone in the same amount of time.
Mrs. Liao's son, a longtime opium smoker, is a young, addicted smoker, with a skinny face and body like a monkey. He's about the same height as his wife, so she can practically fit him. Standing together, the couple creates a truly comical scene, like an elephant and a monkey getting married.
Wang Jiazhi thought that the bouquet in her hand should not be all white. It would be better to change it to a striking color. Otherwise, her whole body would look like an elephant.
In fact, many people present had the same question in their minds: How could this be possible?
After the ceremony, the bride changed into a bright red cheongsam, styled her hair in a bun, and came out to toast. Zhu Bajie was already roasting in the oven. The finale of the banquet at Wang Jiazhi's hometown was a roasted pig, a huge, whole one, glistening red from the oven. Amidst the steam, the chef chopped it into small pieces and tossed it with sesame oil and sesame seeds.
Mrs. Liang said, "This bride really has a blessed face."
Mrs. Ma said, "Yes, it's obvious that she is a lucky charm for her husband."
Rumor has it that the bride is not only disabled, but also a little... Just as people thought of this, they heard a toast from that table.
The road was flat and there were no obstacles. It was not because of his limp. When he walked, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and then his right foot tripped over his left foot. He stumbled and almost fell.
"Uncle Yi."
"Okay, congratulations."
"Uncle Xiao."
"Okay, may you have a happy marriage."
“…”
"This is your Uncle Jin."
“Uncle Jin…”
When I got here, I heard a clattering sound of cups, plates, tables and chairs. I guess he tripped over the chair again and knocked over the wine glass.
"Don't get your new clothes dirty."
Wang Jiazhi screamed in her heart and quickly turned her head away.
Fortunately, a glass of red wine spilled on Lao Xiao and did not stain his clothes.
Wang Jiazhi felt relieved, but she didn't care about her clothes. She wondered what she would look like when she went out if they were covered in wine stains.
She didn't notice that Mrs. Xiao and the Xiao sisters were frowning.
Others also turned their heads to watch the excitement, but after a few glances, they immediately turned their heads back as if nothing had happened.
It is hard to bear to look at a disabled person, let alone a disabled and stupid person.
If you watch it too much, it seems like you are making fun of them, which is a joke in the first place.
The bride looked terrified and ashamed, like a fat girl who had made a mistake and wanted to cry but didn't dare. The groom still had a joking and nonchalant look on his face.
Today's wedding seemed like it was held for two sets of parents. Both were dressed up in fancy clothes, and on the surface they were harmonious, but secretly they were competing with each other. The less impressive the children were, the more they wanted to compete to show how impressive they were.
That table is the most distinguished, so after toasting them, of course we will come to this table to toast.
The bride had the experience of the previous table, so this one was better and she finally got through it smoothly.
"Aunt Xiao."
"Okay, okay."
"Aunt Yuan."
"Congratulations."
"Aunt Liang."
"The young couple is really a perfect match."
"Aunt Yi."
Mrs. Ma was drinking water when she spat it out, spraying Mrs. Liang next door all over her body and face.
Wang Jiazhi was holding a wine glass, and she almost spilled the wine in panic.
Sister Liao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Mrs. Liao was so furious that she slapped her daughter, but her daughter laughed even more unscrupulously.
Sister Xiao patted her arm and whispered something in her ear, and she stopped laughing.
Mrs. Xiao smiled and said, "The child is not wrong, right?"
The others chuckled.
Everyone at his table laughed when they heard it.
The two tables were originally very close to each other, and the two of them were sitting back to back with their heads down and not saying a word.
A colleague laughed and said, "This kid is not stupid."
He gave him a meaningful smile, which meant to remember to zip up his mouth.
He kept his head down and said nothing, but in his heart he hated it so much that he couldn't show it in public. Walking in brocade clothes at night was very difficult. However, he knew Wang Jiazhi's temper and was now too embarrassed to do anything.
I turned around and saw that I was right behind him. The turn of my head was too obvious.
"Why are you still peeking? Look openly."
He also laughed helplessly.
Wang Jiazhi knew that this matter would immediately become the topic of conversation among the group of people at the poker table.
I had originally thought that he would leave after toasting, but now it’s not convenient to leave right away, as if he feels guilty.
After a while, he left. The toasts continued, and the little disturbances continued.
Mrs. Liang smiled and said, "It's nothing, actually. The other one doesn't have a certificate anyway. After a while, when you're officially married, it's time for her to announce it."
Wang Jiazhi looked at Mrs. Liang's bright smile and felt a chill down her spine.
Mrs. Liang and Mrs. Yi were close friends, so even if she wanted to curry favor with the newcomer, she wouldn't be so heartless.
The longer I stay in this circle, the more terrified I become, and the more I understand his words. Who can believe it?
He lived a tormented, frightened life every day. Everyone around him was either out to kill him or trying to harm him. They were superficially respectful and fawning, but who knew who was secretly plotting against him? Yet, he had to put on a forced smile in front of everyone. Thinking of him, he felt bad when he returned home, but when he saw someone else in the house, a smile immediately appeared on his face. Mrs. Yi ignored him, glancing at him and then looking at the cards, never even looking at him again.
People are happy, laughing and playing cards, and you are the only one who suffers the pain.
Just like back then, they pretended to care for her, but in reality, they were all harboring such terrible and vicious plots. After destroying her, she was the only one who felt sad. They ate and drank as usual, even reveling in their vicious and shameless achievements. And she could only endure, unable to cry or shout, living like a wandering ghost.
The two sisters of the Xiao family went out temporarily. Mrs. Liang smiled and said, "When we were playing mahjong a while ago, the little girl said that Mr. Yi looked like the Lady of the Camellias. What is that?"
The Liao family's elder sister hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's not the case." Then she whispered in her ear. Mrs. Liang's expression changed, and she looked at Wang Jiazhi awkwardly.
Wang Jiazhi knew that the Liao sister had misunderstood. The two Xiao daughters had absolutely no such intention. They weren't saying he was a prostitute like the Lady of the Camellias. She hadn't originally considered that, but now, she felt uncomfortable.
Because she never paid attention to the fact that the Lady of the Camellias was a prostitute.
What Xiao's sister meant was that he was a little too serious now, compared to how philandering he used to be.
It's like the Lady of the Camellias, who, after falling into prostitution, led a dissolute life. Even though she knew her illness was serious and she would soon die if she continued living that way, she still stayed up late and drank heavily. But after falling in love with the protagonist, she completely cut ties with her past patrons, sold her property to pay off her debts, and her life became very regular and healthy. She became even more decent than a decent woman. Later, she was persecuted and separated from her lover. To survive, she had to sell her body, but she couldn't bear it. In pain, she could only get herself drunk, and after losing consciousness, she could allow others to do as they pleased.
Wang Jiazhi thought, what's the connection? His past romantic life didn't cause him any pain; he was very happy. Men are not women. Being with a woman they don't like can only make them feel bored, not miserable like women.
But when she was revising the script, she reread the novel several times. It was so painful. She'd felt so hopeless when she read it as a child. Before her death, the Lady of the Camellias wrote him a letter, telling him about the hellish life she'd endure without him. To survive, she had to take clients, but she didn't know what to do, so she got drunk. Then, waking up the next day in another man's bed, she felt so miserable and hopeless that she might as well have died.
Armand misunderstood her as being snobbish and favoring the rich, so he deliberately picked her sworn enemy to piss her off, and even slept with him. Hey! How could a man like that be so foolish?
He wouldn't be that naive. After his death, he would look for a woman simply because he liked her and would not want to take revenge on her.
She began to wonder again what he was like after she died in her previous life and who he found.
Wang Jiazhi narrowed her eyes, surveying the table. He was so easily disenchanted with the past that he probably wouldn't be interested in anything he'd played before. This table was probably full of old flames.
Then he saw Ms. Qiao. That's right, a year after his death, a stunning and charming Ms. Qiao came. Of course it was her.
ah! ! ! !
In her previous life, Ms. Qiao had indeed harbored that intention. Mrs. Yi had also intended to bring them together. She didn't mind him staying away from home and looking for other women. But she was deeply concerned about her own reputation. Unlike the wives of his political rivals, she didn't have a distinguished background and couldn't contribute to her husband's career, so she could only be subservient to him. Only through the flattery of the wives could she regain her lost dignity.
Mrs. Ma's favor didn't matter, but she couldn't bear the fact that she dared to be respectful to her at first and then arrogant. She had to find Wang Jiazhi to attack her. But Wang Jiazhi was gone, and she didn't know whether she was dead or not. But Mrs. Ma had another reason to attack her. The person Mrs. Yi had arranged for Mr. Yi to find someone, but once she returned to Hong Kong, Mr. Yi stopped looking for her and was even more reluctant to return home. He shot himself in the foot. She didn't even have a certificate, so who knew if she would be recognized in the future.
Ms. Qiao always felt that she might have been deceived, and that he was nothing like the rumors. Because when she met Lao Yi, he had returned to the age of 35 and was no longer serious.
As for the story of Mrs. Yi not having a marriage certificate, it's strange. In this life, Wang Jiazhi believed that Mrs. Yi was sent back to the countryside, which is why people are digging up old things. But in her previous life, not long after her death, the news spread like wildfire. It spread from the countryside. Mrs. Yi's return to her hometown was inevitably a bit too ostentatious, disregarding the feelings of her former poor friends. It had been so many years since she had been back, so it was strange. Someone suddenly brought up the story of the dragon and phoenix stickers from their wedding being smudged by ink, and the official seal lost when they went to the city to get the certificate. And so the news spread to the city.
The divorce was also very simple, because there was no certificate at all, and even the divorce documents did not need to be signed. Mrs. Yi did not make a fuss. Firstly, she was afraid of Mr. Yi, and secondly, Mr. Yi did not treat her badly and was very satisfied with the money he gave her.
Later, it was Grandma and Lao Yao who went to pick up the people and send them back. They asked for signatures.
He had told them that if they could avoid any involvement with him in the future, they should avoid it. If he were still alive, even if he was in jail, no one would do anything to them. But once he was dead, it would be hard to say.
They felt that the person was no longer with us, had no relatives, and the money had been divided long ago. Once buried, there would be nothing else to worry about, so why bother signing their own names and causing trouble for themselves?
My mother signed in that column: Wang Jiazhi, three words; and in the relationship column she wrote: husband and wife.
If your deceased relatives could come and pick you up,
Then maybe death isn't so scary after all.
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