Zhao Wenling's voice was delicate and weak, with a hint of crispness. She looked like a young lady who had run away at night, but she also had an innocence and purity in her voice, which was indescribably beautiful to the ear.
The young scholar's eyes lit up, and he immediately bowed and said, "My name is Wang. It's very inconvenient for you, young lady, to travel so late at night. If your jealous wife catches up with you, wouldn't your life, as delicate as a flower, be wasted?"
Zhao Wenling was eager to return home, so he casually replied to the prince, "I'm just about to go and seek refuge with my relatives!"
Wang Sheng asked, "Where do your relatives live? I can escort you there."
Zhao Wenling wasn't very good at dealing with these men who kept pestering him. He said, "I live in East Village."
"What a coincidence! I also live in East Village. Let's go!"
So Zhao Wenling followed Wang Sheng.
Along the way, Wang Sheng was aroused by her beauty and made advances, sometimes touching her hands, sometimes hugging her waist. But Zhao Wenling didn't want to cause a conflict with the young man beside her, so she kept silent.
The two of them rubbed against each other and entered the village as the sky was getting bright in the east.
The closer Zhao Wenling got to his hometown, the faster his heart beat and his face turned red.
Wang Sheng didn't know and thought that the girl in his arms had fallen in love with him, so his movements became more and more bold, and the hand around her waist began to move gradually upwards.
But before Wang Sheng could really touch anything, the two arrived.
It was a house, with green bricks and white tiles, which looked quite grand. The main door with three entrances and three exits was closed at the moment, and it circled around the wall, but the small door at the back was ajar.
Wang Sheng pulled Zhao Wenling, pushed open the small door, and said, "Young lady, it's still early, and my relatives may not have gotten up yet. Why don't you come into my house and rest for a while?"
Zhao Wenling was shocked and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
This place... he is very familiar with it.
There should have been a thatched hut here.
Here, there should be a vicious wife with a rolling pin.
But now, this is a small courtyard with an elegant attic. Only the old tree in the courtyard and the bluestone table under the tree vaguely resemble the appearance in my memory.
"This is?" Zhao Wenling turned around and asked Wang Sheng, "Is this your home?"
Wang Sheng nodded randomly. He was a son-in-law. His wife's family was rich, but she had a vicious temper. He didn't like that woman very much.
This is the backyard. My wife doesn't usually come here. As long as I use the excuse of reading, I can stay indoors for several days. The backyard is the most suitable place to hide my young wife.
Wang Sheng dragged Zhao Wenling into his room, locked the door and threw himself on the bed.
"My dear lady! I have admired you for a long time. This journey... has been so hard!" Wang Sheng ripped open the lady's clothes and leaned forward to kiss her. His hands went to touch the breasts he had longed for. "I beg you to fulfill my wish. I will never forget your kindness."
Zhao Wenling did not resist. He was too shocked. In fact, from the moment he entered the door until now, he felt like he was dreaming.
It wasn't until Wang Sheng took off his pants that he realized what was happening. How could a man like him be pinned down on the bed by another man?
Zhao Wenling twisted his waist slightly and pushed Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng was anxious: "Young lady, are you unwilling? I am very good at martial arts... I guarantee you..."
"No!" Zhao Wenling interrupted Wang Sheng's request awkwardly. He thought for a moment and said, "Well... I'm having my period, so it's not very convenient."
Wang Sheng said, "It's convenient, I don't mind!"
Zhao Wenling had never expected that there would be such a lustful person, so he could only appease him, saying, "Wait... wait until I feel better, and I will definitely grant you what you want."
No matter how eager Wang Sheng was, he had at least studied for a few days and was quite handsome. He didn't force his feelings on others. Seeing that the other party was sincerely rejecting him, he could only get down reluctantly, tidy himself up, and said, "Then I'll go out and prepare some food for my lady. My lady, please don't walk around casually!"
He was just hungry and went out to have breakfast.
After Wang Sheng left, Zhao Wenling stood up and slowly walked into the yard.
He remembered this yard clearly. It was here that night that he stood and was slapped and splashed with water.
He reached out and touched a stone table in the yard.
He remembered that this stone table was polished by himself when he got married.
My fingertips slid across the stone table, and the surface was slightly cool.
Zhao Wenling frowned slightly: He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was his wife so angry after he returned?
I can't figure it out.
"Who are you?!" A voice sounded behind Zhao Wenling.
Zhao Wenling turned his head and saw the person behind him, and was stunned for a moment.
She was a woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes. She was tall and strong, even a bit hunchbacked. She looked 70% like his wife.
"Who... are you?" Zhao Wenling asked.
The woman sat down carelessly, one leg crossed, her leg still shaking: "I am Wang Sheng's wife, they call me Zhao!"
Zhao Wenling felt a sense of unreality. He thought for a moment and asked, "Where is the original owner of this house?"
"What original owner?! This is the house passed down from my ancestors!"
"I heard there was a third place winner here... Zhao Wenling, only 28 years old, and he won the third place!"
Zhao propped up her head and thought for a moment before saying, "Oh, you mean my grandfather! Yes, that's right, I think his name was Zhao Wenling."
Zhao Wenling felt dizzy.
He lost his balance and took two steps back, only regaining consciousness when he held onto the stone table with his hands.
Zhao Wenling felt a dull pain in his forehead, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub his temples.
Zhao, who was sitting on the stone bench, gritted her teeth and frowned as she looked at the strange woman who came into her backyard.
This woman looked much younger than himself, only about seventeen. She was delicate and charming, with fair and tender skin, and a pair of eyes that were black and bright. She looked like she could seduce a man at first glance!
Zhao thought: This woman must be the lover brought back by her husband who likes to flirt with other women!
When she thought of this, Zhao said sourly, "Hey, I advise you not to be fooled by Wang Sheng. He's good-looking, with a polished face and smooth talk. He's always saying nice things to make women happy!"
Zhao Wenling said: "I don't like men like this!"
Zhao sneered, "Besides, I manage our family's money, and he has no money!"
Zhao Wenling said: "Money is something outside of one's body."
Zhao snorted. She didn't believe what the woman in front of her said at all. Who would follow a man home like this, a good girl from a decent family?
But maybe this woman looks young and was deceived by her bastard husband!
Just as he was thinking this, the door to the backyard creaked open and Wang Sheng came in carrying an oil-paper bag.
Zhao suddenly stood up, walked over and grabbed Wang Sheng's ear: "You damned bastard, where did you find those wild women?"
Wang Sheng immediately said, "Who is this woman? I don't even know her!"
Zhao didn't believe it, so she rushed over, grabbed the oil-paper bag in Wang Sheng's hand, and threw it to the ground. Several boxes of rouge rolled out of it.
Zhao burst into tears, cursing as she cried, "You're such a heartless man! You only buy rouge for other women. I've been married to you for so many years, and you've never given me anything nice!!"
Wang Sheng had no choice but to wink at Zhao Wenling while comforting Zhao.
Zhao refused to give in: "You have no conscience! One day you will bring back a monster and have him eat your heart!"
Wang Sheng was also angry, and pretended to be righteous, saying that all the rouge was bought for Zhao.
The couple started swearing at each other, then fighting, and the whole thing became a mess.
But they all forgot about Zhao Wenling who was standing next to them.
Zhao Wenling stared blankly at all this, watching his granddaughter and grandson-in-law quarreling over jealousy over him.
I have been dead for so many years...
Zhao Wenling stayed in the village for several days. He really wanted to find out why his wife had kicked him out of the house.
He even asked many elderly people about what happened back then.
For a while he even suspected that his wife had another man.
But the village elders told him that during the ten years that the third-place winner went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, his father-in-law died of illness and his mother-in-law was paralyzed, leaving Zhao's wife to take care of them. Zhao's wife raised two children, never remarried, and died of overwork before she was forty.
Zhao Wenling went to see his wife's grave, where the grass was green.
"That day, I finally came back. Why did you scold me? Why did you drive me away?" Zhao Wenling was puzzled and unwilling to leave.
Until he was once again – hungry.
This time he was really hungry. He hadn't eaten anyone for more than a month, and Wang Sheng just happened to be the one who came to his door.
Wang Sheng came to ask for sex. He stripped off Zhao Wenling's clothes and expressed his love for her, leaving Zhao Wenling unable to make up a lie to refuse and with no way out.
When he had no way to retreat, he remembered that his granddaughter Zhao had once scolded Wang Sheng, wishing that a monster would eat his heart!
So Zhao Wenling felt that he owed his wife and children too much, and since his granddaughter finally had a wish, he decided to fulfill it.
He dug out Wang Sheng's heart and ate it.
He originally thought his granddaughter would be happy.
But unexpectedly, Zhao actually cried while holding the body of the unfaithful man.
"Why are you crying?" Zhao Wenling looked at his granddaughter in confusion. "He was always looking for women and flirting with them. Isn't it just right for him to die?"
Zhao cried so hard that her hair was disheveled and her voice was hoarse. She roared at the monster, "What do you know about love, you monster? Even though he's not a good person, he's still my husband and he's there for me every day!"
Zhao Wenling was puzzled: "What's the point of accompanying you?"
Zhao cried, "What do you know? The rules passed down by our Zhao family do not require a man to be ambitious or unfaithful, as long as he can stay with me!"
Zhao Wenling saw his granddaughter crying so hard, and her look vaguely resembled the way his wife hugged him and cried, begging him not to leave before he went to Beijing for the imperial examination.
So he squatted down and wanted to comfort his granddaughter, but he didn't expect that a Taoist priest with some skills came outside the door.
Zhao Wenling knew that his magic power was too low and his Taoism was not enough, so he was no match for the newcomer, so he left without hesitation.
When leaving, there didn't seem to be much reluctance.
He thought: I have already become a monster, so it might be more appropriate for me to cultivate magic now.
He thought again: My granddaughter has suffered some injustice, but it doesn’t matter. When I succeed in cultivating magic, I will come back and give her justice.
He also thought: I have already been admitted to the imperial examination and won the third place, why is my wife scolding me?
He finally thought: There are so many powerful Taoists and monks out there, I must practice well!
Once you cultivate this way, you will become oblivious to the passage of time in the human world.
When he came out again, the world had changed.
He was already strong enough and no longer afraid of monks and Taoist priests.
His skin is well maintained and has not been damaged at all over the years.
He imitated the way people dress today, but he never understood the question: I have returned home with honor and success, but why can't I go back home?
There is not a single star in the sky.
Zhao Lingling frowned slightly.
She, or rather he was lost in thought.
He said, "Brother, I wanted to understand what she was thinking. I took the college entrance exam, applied for psychology, and got a master's degree. But I...even now, I still don't know why!"
Zhao Lingling turned his head, his eyes shining black, and he stared at Simon: "Brother, can you tell me why she got angry at me that year? What was she thinking?"
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