Chapter 428
The late autumn morning was a bit chilly, but holding the little lion in her arms was incredibly warm. She was still sound asleep, her breath on his chest, a warm, tickling sensation.
He stretched out his claws and gently stroked her hair. She was so lovable. Such a good person actually belonged to him.
After a while, she woke up, sleepy-eyed, whimpering and coquettishly, rubbing against his furry pants. The colder it got, the less she wanted to get up. He stayed close for a while, then touched her hair. He put flowers on her head while she was asleep.
Small white crystal chrysanthemums stuck to my head and fell on the quilt.
"I don't want to wear this flower."
She picked the flowers from her hair one by one.
"That's not the point now."
“Just don’t wear it.”
He actually remembered her in mourning clothes, and it would be a great honor for him if she could wear mourning for him.
Once, they were reading a novel together. In the novel, a woman's husband died, leaving behind a child. She later remarried and lived a happy life. Her second husband treated her and the child well, and the subsequent child also had a good relationship with his brother. The family was full of good people and lived in harmony. She often thought of her first husband and carefully preserved his belongings. His second husband was also very understanding, and she would visit his grave during the holidays.
He didn't say anything, but she understood the look on his face. He hadn't said anything like that to her in a long time. He knew that even if she didn't die with him, her chances of remarrying were slim. He also understood her point; being like his teacher was her ideal choice. But she was still so young, and that life was too bleak. He certainly didn't want her to live that life.
She was very determined and a little angry. "They are very good, but that's liking, not love. She never loved any of them, she just liked them. Her second husband never loved her either, he just liked her. If you really loved someone deeply, no one could do that."
She had heard a story about a woman who lost her husband in her early twenties and was left alone with a child. Many men, including some from wealthy families, wanted to marry her. Despite numerous attempts to dissuade her, she refused to remarry and painstakingly raised her child.
Later, her daughter followed her path, marrying a man from a poor family. Before she was 30, he died, leaving her alone with her three children. She had many suitors, but she refused to remarry, no matter how many people tried to persuade her. People asked her to persuade her daughter, but she refused, raising the three children with her daughter.
The daughter managed to raise her three children to adulthood, but she was exhausted and passed away at the age of fifty.
Before her death, the three children cried and said that they were unfilial and had caused their mother to suffer all her life. Now that her life had finally improved, she could not enjoy the blessing of her children.
Her daughter said, "Don't say that. I'm not a qualified mother. I'm a selfish person. I can't give up my own feelings for my child."
Before she died, she said the same thing to her daughter.
She lazily stuck to my body, kissing and rubbing it like a big cat, making me feel itchy inside.
She was like a little kitten, and he held her in all kinds of pretentious ways. In the end, she became limp and light-headed, and even the tightness of his grip seemed to make her flow out of his arms like water, just like holding the moon in the water in his hands.
I just left another mark high up on his neck. What should I do? No matter how high the collar is, it won't cover it. I didn't do it on purpose. A little further out, it looks like a pink petal stuck to it.
"But I still can't leave a cat scratch mark, ever."
He said, "You have no nails." He picked up one of her little paws and looked at it carefully.
Wang Jiazhi had been returning to her roots ever since. She had stopped wearing nail polish, even to the slightly longer nails she'd once worn. Applying nail polish felt like soapy water on her skin; it dried tight and heavy. Longer nails felt like caps on her fingers, a particularly burdensome feeling. She couldn't understand the aristocratic women who grew their nails long and wore them with proper nail polish. Even if they could keep their fingers dry, it was still uncomfortable enough. As expected, ordinary people couldn't live a decent life.
"Even with nails, it didn't work in the past. How come I still have the strength to bite, but I can't use any strength in my hands at all?"
"When have your nails ever grown long? Never."
"ah……"
She hadn't had her nails done in her life, before they met.
"That's too short. It's long enough to scratch someone with the slightest touch."
"Um!"
"No, when I was in school, there were a few old teachers with scary-long nails. I accidentally scratched a bloody mark on my hand."
Wang Jiazhi didn't say anything, feeling that it was unbelievable.
He stroked her hand. As long as she was pretty, he had no requirements for how a woman dressed. But ever since he started dating Wang Jiazhi, he couldn't stand seeing women with long nails. He felt uncomfortable with any length.
The same goes for Wang Jiazhi. No matter how good a man is, he will find her boring as long as she is not one of his peripheral products.
At that time, she had always wanted to leave various marks on him. The parallel red lines made by the kitten were just cute, but they were still not as beautiful as the peach blossom marks.
For the first time, she realized her fair skin was covered in pink marks, as if covered in pink peony petals. Hickeys were surprisingly beautiful. Oh my god, that was such a shock. After that, she became obsessed with leaving marks on him. She learned from novels that scratching could create red marks. She'd tried so hard, but it had never worked. But today, his words made her realize that it might really be because her nails weren't long enough.
Wang Jiazhi once read a novel about a man whose wife would beat and scold him during the day, but at night, she would dress up and be extremely gentle and affectionate. The novel described her as: "A yaksha by day, a dragon girl by night." This infatuated the man, and his love for her grew deeper and deeper. However, after a series of misfortunes, the woman ultimately became completely gentle and considerate, never beating or scolding him again. The man replied calmly, "There's nothing wrong with that."
But there is no doubt that he will soon stop loving that woman and will cruelly abandon her because she can no longer provide him with the kind of stimulation that he can't stop.
The first time she admitted that she was completely finished and gave up the game with him, she was as gentle as his slave, never wanting to win over him again, letting him do whatever he wanted, as long as he was happy, she would do anything.
He was different that day, especially... he actually started screaming. They were completely crazy, as if they were going to die in the end.
But she remembered the novel. He would surely tire of her if she treated him like a slave. But she couldn't do it the same way she had done in the beginning. When he suddenly disappeared without a word, she felt he truly had no interest in her anymore.
He'd never seen a woman like her before. He knew they were afraid of him, but even if they dared, he wouldn't allow it. That would be like dying. Being with her was truly thrilling. He loved it and enjoyed it. Every time she made promises and was so full of confidence, she would ultimately lose to him, only to become more courageous and lose to him again and again.
One day, she finally gave in, completely retracting her sharp claws and letting him do as he pleased. Her gentleness melted into a pool of spring water. This made him fall in love with her even more. He no longer worried about who was in control, and he just wanted her to do whatever she wanted.
Ever since he was young, he'd been convinced that anyone who died from this was just an exaggeration in those cautionary tales meant to scare people. But... if he really died, wouldn't it be like what was described in the notebook novels, because he took the medicine and lost control of himself? Now, even though he hadn't taken the medicine, this incredibly gentle kitten was more terrifying than the medicine itself.
He had never felt this intense infatuation before. Perhaps it would cool down after a while of separation. They were separated, but if they met again, he would desperately plan to live with her. He had never in his life longed to live with any woman.
They woke up very early and continued to act like spoiled brats for quite a while before it was past seven o'clock.
Wang Jiazhi got up and went to the kitchen to cook again.
Not long after he left, Sister Xiao called and said, "I called a while ago and the servants said you went to Nanjing to sketch. How was your result?"
She smiled and said, "It's okay. I didn't paint many pictures. I just looked at the scenery."
"Let's chat someday when we have time."
"I'm fine, how about you?"
So we made an appointment to go out that day.
She arrived first and saw Sister Xiao and her husband coming in with a smile. When Sister Xiao's husband came in, he smiled and said, "Hello, Aunt Yi~"
Wang Jiazhi said embarrassedly, "Why don't you take care of your family? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Sister Xiao said, "There's nothing I can do. He's just a straightforward person. He says whatever he thinks. No matter what I say, he just won't change."
Xiao's husband pulled out a chair for her, helped her sit down, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, "Don't be too tired, go home early."
Sister Xiao smiled and said, "Okay, you're urging me to go back right after I came out. Don't try to restrict my freedom."
"After this period of time, you can have fun however you want, okay?"
Wang Jiazhi knew it must be the case after watching their conversation.
Xiao's husband smiled at Wang Jiazhi and said, "Aunt Yi, thank you for taking care of my wife. Don't let her eat anything else and run around~"
"That's enough, okay, okay, go away~~" Sister Xiao pushed him with a smile.
Xiao Meimei's husband smiled and said, "Then I'll go first. You two can have a good chat."
After Xiao Meimei's husband left, Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "There's some happy news."
Sister Xiao laughed and said, "Don't say that. I'm pregnant..."
At this point, Sister Xiao's husband called out "Sister" outside the door, and Sister Xiao also came in.
After Sister Xiao sat down, Sister Xiao continued, "You don't know, since I was pregnant, so many pairs of eyes at home have been looking at me, as if I were made of glass. We live on the second floor, and the stairs are not slippery. She was afraid I would slip, so my mother-in-law insisted on carpeting the stairs. Later, she even carpeted every place in the house. Even the bathroom was carpeted. Who has ever heard of it? The carpet gets wet after taking a shower, and we have to replace it with a new one. We have had several replacements for this. He flips through nutrition books every day and draws up a menu for the chef, saying it's good for the baby. I can finally get out and get some fresh air."
Wang Jiazhi and Sister Xiao smiled at each other.
The two of them ordered coffee. Sister Xiao complained that she hadn't had it for a long time, but no one dared to take the responsibility of asking her to eat something random, so they could only ask her to drink apple juice.
Sister Xiao said, "We have set up a newspaper and need articles. We were wondering if you could write them."
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "I'm not good at writing articles, and the worst thing I can do is composing an essay."
"How could that be? If you just write down what you said, it will be the best article."
"As for me, I'm fine when it comes to talking, but I'm not so good at writing."
Sister Xiao sighed and said, "Then...can I..."
Sister Xiao originally wanted to suggest that since Wang Jiazhi didn't want to write, she could write down her own opinions and sign her name. But then she thought that was too embarrassing. She also saw that Wang Jiazhi was trying to avoid people and avoid attracting too much attention, so she gave up.
Talking about their original intention of running a newspaper, she said: to establish a mind for heaven and earth, to establish a mission for the people, to carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and to bring peace to the world for all time.
Wang Jiazhi heard her passionate words, which were not her usual style, and smiled and said, "That's what you meant."
Sister Xiao lowered her head and said, "You've noticed it too, but he keeps repeating these words to me so much that my ears are callused. But his heart is sincere, and it was his idea to run a newspaper. He said that those of us born in wealthy families are too far away from the poor masses, and we should be like Tolstoy, who, although a nobleman, was able to care about the people and speak for the working people. He really put a lot of effort into running the newspaper, looking for people to raise funds and write articles. Recently, we plan to publish some articles to call on the public to pay attention to poor women. There are too many cases of women of good families being forced into prostitution. He also said that society should call on women to receive an education. Many girls, because they have no education and no skills, can only end up in the dust and wither away in the fire pit."
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "College students are still picking up customers outside brothels, taking their pay and splitting it with the brothels. If they get an education and acquire a skill, they'll have a way to make a living."
Sister Xiao mentioned that she had recently read "Camel Xiangzi" and "Crescent Moon".
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "Can you finish reading these books?"
Sister Xiao lowered her head and smiled. "I couldn't finish reading it, but after he told me about it, I found it interesting. I felt that those girls were really pitiful. The author wrote it so well. It's rare to see someone truly speak up for women."
Wang Jiazhi smiled.
Sister Xiao smiled and said, "Looking at you like this, it seems that you don't quite agree with my idea."
She laughed and said, "I haven't, I just think there's more to add."
"What do you want to add?"
"I think the author sympathizes with these women, but he over-stereotypes them and makes them seem too weak. I saw a movie about a beautiful, shy girl who kept her head down and didn't dare to speak when meeting strangers. Every time she sent her husband to the city, he would walk in front and she would walk behind with her head down. Later, her husband acted recklessly and was severely injured. He had to borrow a lot of money for medical treatment, and he had a newborn child at home. Unable to pay back the money, the creditor wanted to sell her to a brothel to pay off the debt. Her husband used to be a hero, but now he was just a coward, crying and wailing, saying he didn't want his wife to go. She, always submissive, said calmly: 'If you want, our family of three would be fine if we died. If you don't want to die, what's the point of crying?' Her husband didn't dare to die, so she, a decent woman, ended up in a brothel.
She was in great pain, but she did not cry or make a fuss. She learned how to please customers so that she could get more tips. She did not spend the tips herself, but gave them home to her husband and son.
She hoped her husband would earn enough money to redeem her. However, her incompetent husband squandered all her hard-earned money. Later, she was spotted by a soldier who bought her as a concubine. He treated her terribly, but he found work for her husband, raised her child, and paid for her education.
In middle age, she would secretly ask her husband out, with her walking in front and him trailing behind. Although her husband had caused her to fall into a fire pit and ruined her life, she never blamed him and still respected and comforted him. She always called him the father of the child. Her husband said that the child would not recognize him and that he had never raised him. She said that they were husband and wife, and what I raised was what you raised.
She did all this not because she followed her husband wherever he went. It was simply because she truly loved him. So, in this life, she was willing to sacrifice for him and give everything for him. She described the torment of this life as so painful that only when she was with her husband could she recall the joy of her youth.
Sister Xiao said, "Oh my God, this is so touching."
"So, in the writings of many writers, a daughter from a good family who falls into prostitution should, if she has no worries, commit suicide to show her resolve. If she has to support her family and cannot die, she cannot hold out hope for the future and must spend her days in agony, weeping like a walking corpse. If she actively tries to please customers for tips, she is considered lowly and promiscuous, and not a good woman.
It's like Xiao Fuzi: everyone else can continue to live, but she's the only one who doesn't fit in. This contrast suggests she's more noble and virtuous than the others. Or are men imposing their own feudal ideals of chastity on women? Once a woman falls into prostitution, once she loses her virginity, if she doesn't commit suicide, if she doesn't feel utterly devastated, she's not a good woman. In reality, most women are incredibly strong and resolute, with their own minds, and they're not the chastity arches depicted by men.
Sister Xiao said, "Hearing you say that, it seems..."
Wang Jiazhi continued, "Take Xiangzi, for example. When I first read the story, I felt very sympathetic towards his marriage. It seemed like, as the author said, he was being plotted against. But then I thought, no one forced him to do so; he just wanted to take advantage of others. And when he was asked to take responsibility, he refused. He complained that Huniu was old, ugly, and fierce, and not even a girl. But even so, could he take advantage of others for nothing and not take any responsibility for the woman, not even for his own child? And he even argued so confidently, thinking he was right. If the detective hadn't cheated him out of his money, he probably never would have married Huniu, and never would have taken responsibility for the little pillow in Huniu's belly."
Wang Jiazhi laughed again and said, "The author said that romantics can only be born into wealthy families, not ordinary people. He himself may feel that since he was not born into a wealthy family, he cannot be a romantic, so this is a reasonable excuse for being irresponsible to his wife and children."
Sister Xiao smiled and said, "I have read too few works in this area. Now that you mention it, I really need to put in more effort."
Sister Xiao said, "It's really good that you two are husband and wife. You're a science student, and with him as your mentor, I'm afraid our family will also have a female writer."
Speaking of this movie, Wang Jiazhi wondered, wasn't that girl also sacrificed to the gods?
Before she died, Tess fell asleep on the sacrificial stone slab. She asked her husband, "Was she being sacrificed to God?"
Both are sacrifices, but their meanings are different. Tess was harmed by a wicked person, and her sacrifice was ugly, humiliating, and painful. The girl's sacrifice was for the man she loved. Although she fell into prostitution and was abused by the officer, her suffering was worth it. This sacrifice was at least pure and noble.
The thoughts of this morning came back to her. For the first time, she gave up the game and felt that she was a sacrifice to him, like a white fish on the altar, allowing him to bite, torture and enjoy her to his heart's content.
Yet, this sacrifice brought her intoxicated joy. Since she was destined to be a sacrifice, she preferred to sacrifice herself to the one she loved. That moment was more ecstatic and joyful than any before. After letting go of everything, they both experienced a brief moment of depravity and liberation. In the end, she still cried. Her perfect self had been destroyed, and she had offered him only a shabby version of herself.
Wang Jiazhi was lost in thought when a waiter came up to her and handed her a slender purple-blue box tied with a purple ribbon.
She was worried that there might be a bomb inside, but when she saw the bow, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She took it and opened the ribbon. Inside the cloud-like white gauze was a pale yellow spherical chrysanthemum, as big as a ping-pong ball. It was wearing a small hat knitted with brown wool. It had two round ears on it, and inside the ears were semicircles knitted with white wool. The nose, eyes and beard of a little lion were pasted on the flower.
Under the flower was a folded piece of paper. When it was opened, it showed a lioness pouncing on people, looking fierce and aggressive, with sharp claws and fangs exposed.
Her face flushed and she quickly tucked the note under her white gauze, fearing she might be blushing again.
Last night she protested, "I'm not a lioness. Lionesses are ugly. They don't look furry at all. Male lions are even uglier. That mane looks like Li Kui's."
As she said this, with her frizzy hair on her head, she rode on him and pressed her paws on his shoulders.
He vaguely saw the same scene before his eyes, but she still had curly hair. But when was this? Although it had been like this before, it seemed that it had never been darker like this. There were so many things, I couldn't remember clearly.
He stretched one of her legs and held her in his arms, saying, "Don't expose your little lion's legs. You'll catch a cold."
Wang Jiazhi quickly dispelled her thoughts, as she would face getting even redder if she continued thinking about it.
But how did he know he was here?
Sister Xiao took the box in one hand and admired it with her sister: "How interesting! Flower shops still make flowers like this now. We... didn't even know about it."
She wanted to say that we young people didn't know, and was glad she hadn't said anything out of turn. They knew Wang Jiazhi wasn't petty, but it was still rude to say that. The Xiao sisters knew their limits, so they glanced at it and returned it without even turning over the note underneath.
Today I went to Lao Yi's place for a meeting. After the meeting, Lao Xiao did not leave. He brought his second son-in-law to Lao Yi and said with a smile: "This kid is running a newspaper now and is very busy. I told him that when it comes to running a newspaper, no one can compare to your Uncle Yi's authority."
Xiao's husband said, "I heard from my father that Uncle Yi is a newspaper company all by himself. He writes, typesets, proofreads, and prints all by himself. He can write most of the newspaper by himself. He can write current affairs commentary, literary criticism, novels, essays, poetry, and even draws his own illustrations. He typesets quickly and well, and proofreads with incredible speed and meticulousness."
Old Yi laughed and said, "It's not as magical as your father-in-law said. I'm not the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. There are several people working hard at the newspaper. I can't do it alone."
"Uncle Yi, you are so modest. To be able to do this, no ordinary person can compare. I told my father that I am already in a mess with just a little thing. If I had one tenth of Uncle Yi's talent, I would definitely be able to handle it with ease."
"You, my father-in-law and son-in-law, are too kind to me. When I was young, I was nowhere near as good as you."
After chatting for a while, Lao Xiao said, "Although this kid is young, he's quite ambitious and always wants to do something. I told him I'd find him a job in the government office over there, but he refused. He didn't want people to think I was protecting my son-in-law and making things difficult for me. It's rare for him to be so filial."
Old Yi smiled slightly.
"You're familiar with ***, and I want you to talk to him about finding him a small job so he can gain some experience first."
"Okay, I'll call him later. They're my own children, and it's rare for a child to be so ambitious, so of course I have to encourage them."
Sister Xiao's husband bowed and said, "Thank you so much, Uncle Yi. How can I express my gratitude to you?"
During the chat, Xiao's husband mentioned: "Today they made an appointment with Aunt Yi to ask Aunt Yi for Chinese lessons."
Originally, I was going to send the flower back home, but now that I know the little lion's current whereabouts, I might as well tease her.
During lunch, they talked about Sister Liao, and Sister Xiao said, "There's something else I want to discuss with you. It's her birthday in a few days, and we'd like to pool some money to celebrate it for her, so she can have a good time. As it stands, her in-laws won't let her celebrate. We've chosen our house, but I'm afraid she won't want to come. And if we choose a hotel, it feels awkward."
Wang Jiazhi understood what they meant and wanted to borrow the house over there to hold a party. The Xiao sisters lived with their parents-in-law, and even if the parents-in-law agreed, Sister Liao would not go.
Wang Jiazhi had no such concerns, but thinking about living with a group of older sisters-in-law, and the usual quarrels between them, she shook her head.
The other wives would always say to Madam Yi, "What else does she want? She lives in the city forever, she doesn't have to live with her parents-in-law and wait on them. What else is she dissatisfied with? It's because she hasn't had to endure the hardships of being a daughter-in-law that she's so unsatisfied."
Wang Jiazhi thought he had a good temper, never losing his temper even with Mrs. Yi. Her parents-in-law should be easy to get along with. But being able to live alone was certainly a blessing.
"Of course you can. But it's not my place after all, so I'd better not let anyone know about it."
Sister Xiao smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are only a few of us. I'm really grateful."
Sister Xiao returned home and shared her experience of the day with her husband.
"I told you, her thoughts are very profound. You always refuse to talk with us when you have the chance."
Xiao's husband said, "How could a man endure such humiliation, sitting at the same table and talking with a slut? Birds of a feather flock together. Her sympathy for those prostitutes who actively sell their pleasures shows that she is just as much of a slut as them. Don't go to her recently. You're pregnant, and listening to these obscene and evil talks, what with all the prenatal education? If it's a girl, it will be even worse."
"Why do you say that? I think she makes a lot of sense."
"She's praising whores. She's that kind of person herself, so she can't stand hearing people say bad things about whores. She and that disgusting, ugly old man are an adulterer and a whore, in cahoots with each other. We decent people can't get involved with them. We tarnish our good reputation for nothing."
Sister Xiao said helplessly: "You are a person who is good at everything, but you are just so rigid."
"I'm just like that. Ever since I was little, I've seen injustices and people who are not kind. I just can't stand being hypocritical or flattering with them. I'll never be able to do that in my entire life."
Sister Xiao laughed and said, "You, such a temper."
Lao Yi also gave the kitten a white chrysanthemum with a pink bunny hat. When he returned home, he found the little lion hugging the little bunny and sleeping. On the bedside table was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums with the two little lions and the little bunny chrysanthemums inserted in them, as if the two little animals were peeking out from a bunch of wild chrysanthemums.
They went out to eat in the evening. The restaurant was on the mountain, and they had to walk up a flight of stone steps after the car stopped.
The mist from the mountains in late autumn lingered on his face, damp and cool. The kitten was still nestled in his coat, its head peeking out. She was already quite large, but she still loved playing like this.
As soon as Wang Jiazhi entered, she was struck by the strong scent of osmanthus. She then discovered that the yard was filled with osmanthus trees, many of which were hung with white gauze lanterns. In the light of the lanterns, she saw that each tree was covered with pale yellow laurel blossoms, and many of the flowers fell on the lanterns, making them look like they were painted with gold patterns.
After walking a few steps, I heard a meow. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a beautiful orange cat lying on a tree trunk. The golden osmanthus flowers set off the kitten's brilliant orange fur, and the golden osmanthus petals fell all over its body and head, creating a beautiful and fragrant painting.
She went over and touched its fur, and the osmanthus flowers on its body fell down. She playfully grabbed a handful and sprinkled them on its head like golden rain.
They sat by the window, and outside was a large osmanthus tree, also covered in blossoms and hung with lanterns. The fragrance of the osmanthus drifted in with the coolness of the night mountain air, a cold fragrance that was most intoxicating.
He ate very little, holding the kitten and feeding her. Wang Jiazhi drank the water chestnuts, which were warm and smooth. The hot steam from the bowl hit her face, which was very comfortable in this weather.
The tree was right next to the window, and you could pick a flower with your hand. The kitten held a sweet-scented osmanthus flower in her hand, and the flower fell on her white fluffy rabbit coat, making it a little white rabbit sprinkled with gold.
A gust of night wind blew in, bringing with it a lot of sweet osmanthus flowers, which sprinkled all over their bodies, heads, and the table. This is what it means to grow sweet osmanthus flowers. When the flowers bloom, the house becomes a world of golden fragrance.
The food in this Cantonese restaurant is really delicious. It’s not a big place, so with only one table of guests like them, they don’t have to worry about avoiding others and can walk around freely.
Beneath a sweet-scented osmanthus tree stood a small stone pond, in which were many large, colorful carp, looking like a tangle of multicolored brocade. The fish feasted on the fallen sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms, nibbling at each pale yellow flower with their mouths wide open.
He asked someone to bring fish food and taught the kitten how to feed the fish. The kitten was very happy to see a large group of fish stretching their heads out and stretched out their hands to touch their heads.
On her way back to the house, she spotted the orange cat in the tree again, so she grabbed it and went in to play with them. The orange cat was well-kept and clean. When she turned over, the white fur on its belly was incredibly clean and felt soft and fluffy. She and the kitten playfully sprinkled a lot of osmanthus flowers on it.
Tonight, while having dinner, they unexpectedly started playing with osmanthus flowers. When they returned home, they were all covered with osmanthus flowers and were always surrounded by the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
When I got home, cleaned up and went to bed, a few more petals fell from my head, and the fragrance did not dissipate all the way.
Wang Jiazhi remembered the newspaper they published that Xiao Meimei had given her. There was an article in it written by Xiao Meimei's husband, and Xiao Meimei had given it to her specially. She took it out of her bag and read it with him. The kitten sitting in the middle also poked its head out to read with them.
"My mother was the most beautiful woman in the town. She wore only dark blue homespun clothes, with a long braid trailing behind her. When she walked to the river to wash clothes with a wooden basin in her hand, she would always attract countless admiring glances.
My father, 22 years older than my mother, toiled daily as a dung collector. His income was meager, but to win the heart of his beloved girl, he gave up smoking and drinking, and ate only 20,000g of wheat rice per meal. This was true even during festivals, when he wouldn't even eat an extra bowl just for the occasion.
There were many men who wanted to marry my mother, but none of them had the perseverance of my father. Although my father was poorer than all of them, he offered a larger betrothal gift than any of them and finally brought my mother home to marry.
My mother had a lover. He was tall and handsome. He went to study far away and asked my mother to wait for him to come back.
So my mother still missed that man and cried every day after marrying my father. My father loved my mother very much and did not blame her. He comforted and cared for her with kind words.
When they walked together, my father was a head shorter than my mother. People said that the two of them looked like a beautiful woman leading a black monkey. But my father was not angry. Instead, he loved my mother even more.
Later, the man became a high-ranking official and returned to find my mother. She had just given birth to my eldest brother, and he wanted her to take him with her. My mother wanted to leave, but my father knelt down and begged her to at least keep my eldest brother, otherwise he would be separated from his wife and children and would have no choice but to hang himself.
The mother couldn't bear to let her eldest brother go, nor could she bear to see her father die, so she asked the man to go alone with tears in her eyes.
Gradually, the father's love also touched the mother, and although they were poor, the family lived a happy life.
The mother gave birth to six sons and no daughters. People say that if a man loves a woman more, he is more likely to have sons, and if a woman loves a man more, she is more likely to have daughters.
My mother was very kind and virtuous. She only ate a bowl of wheat porridge for each meal, saving the food for my father and six children. She always told my father: "You need to eat more so that you can have the strength to work. The whole family depends on you."
When my mother was forty-nine, she fell seriously ill. My father, who was in his seventies, was so anxious that his hair turned even whiter. Holding my mother's hand, he burst into tears and said, "It's all my fault that you've been delayed. He's now a high-ranking official. It's better to follow him than to follow me."
The mother wept and said, "Don't say such foolish things. I will come back to find you in the next life." Then she smiled and passed away.
After reading it, the two of them were stunned for a long time.
Bad luck!!!
A disgusting, impoverished old bachelor fell in love with a beautiful young girl and saved money to spoil her. The beastly father, who only cared about money, married his beautiful daughter to a hooligan of the same age, who was old, ugly, poor, and smelled of feces.
She could have married a handsome and promising lover and lived a life of luxury as a government official's wife. However, she was ruined by that disgusting old rogue, living in poverty and humiliation, and even gave birth to six sons.
Six sons!!!
It is really amazing that he didn't starve to death until he was 49 years old.
They didn't know what to say and were speechless.
I was wondering why I had to read something so depressing after having just finished a happy meal, enjoying the sweet osmanthus flowers and playing with the little orange cat, surrounded by the intoxicating sweet osmanthus fragrance. My good mood was gone in an instant.
His professional disease kicked in. He said, "The proofreader is so careless that he can't even spot such an obvious typo. How can we run a newspaper if readers can't see our sincerity?"
They all thought the newspaper in front of them was disgusting and asked the little girl to throw it away with the trash.
After the lights were turned off and there was silence for a while, she whispered in his ear: "I gave birth to a daughter."
The next day, when they woke up, they found that many sweet osmanthus flowers had suddenly appeared on their pillows and quilts. When he left for the government office, he left several flowers in his carriage.
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