Ning Zhen certainly didn't know what Bai Chen was thinking, but judging from her behavior just now, she looked down on divorced men at all.
For some reason, Ning Zhen wasn't surprised by Bai Chen's attitude.
"Alas, women are hard to understand." The man, whose confession had failed, recited another sentimental poem.
"Alright, if Bai Chen were so easy to pursue, so many people wouldn't be interested in him. Don't even mention you, even Ning Zhen, Bai Chen didn't take a liking to her."
"Your words of comfort have made me feel much better."
Ning Zhen: "......" Is it really okay to build your happiness on the suffering of others?
"Alright, Ning Zhen, I wasn't saying anything bad about you, so don't look so miserable. How about this, it's my treat today, let's go to the teahouse for tea."
"They're not being sincere. They'd be more like inviting us to the Paramount Ballroom."
"Brother, I only have so little money for living expenses. Could you help me save some? The really rich people are still here."
The man gestured towards Ning Zhen with his mouth, "Ning Zhen, you haven't been there yet, have you?"
"I don't want to go."
He had absolutely no interest in that kind of place.
"Have you been there?" The classmates who had been there all said it was paradise, so why did Ning Zhen look so disgusted?
"Yeah, I went once, but it was really boring. It's just singing and dancing. It's not as good as going to the theater to watch a play."
"By the way, I heard that a famous singer has come to the Herb Garden. It's said that she used to sing for high-ranking officials and nobles in the Qing Dynasty. She sings exceptionally well. Why don't we go and take a look?"
"Is it really that good?"
"How would I know? I've never heard of it. These tickets were very hard to come by before. I've never been able to buy one. But with Ning Zhen here, if we give her more money, we'll definitely be able to get a ticket."
They wouldn't be willing to spend two or three times the price to buy a ticket.
But Ning Zhen is different; he's just a fool with lots of money.
"Alright, then I'll invite you to visit the herb garden."
Ning Zhen nodded.
He touched the money pouch on his body. His family doted on him and always gave him a generous amount of money.
The star of the herb garden is named Zhang Ke'er. She joined the opera troupe at the age of ten. She has a feminine appearance, with a pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes. Every glance she makes is full of charm.
His singing voice is famously good.
It is full of tenderness and lingering affection, reminiscent of the lingering melody of ancient poets.
Those who have heard it want to hear it again and again.
When Ning Zhen and her group arrived at the herb garden, the tickets were sold out, but there were people selling them near the entrance.
The price was three times higher than the normal ticket price.
However, Ning Zhen didn't care about this little bit of money. Sometimes, he would tip those female opera singers more than this amount.
Zhang Ke'er sang a newly acquired script today, which she had just rehearsed.
The songs mainly tell the stories of these young men who studied abroad, abandoning their wives and children to choose true love.
The story may not have a happy ending, but the process is truly heartbreaking.
In particular, the scene where Zhang Ke'er's character, a well-bred young lady, is kicked out of her home after giving birth and is bleeding profusely caused these people's expressions to change drastically.
"No way, how can there be so much bleeding during childbirth?" And so much pain too.
He was still studying at school when his wife gave birth, and by the time he returned home for vacation, the child had already been born. Therefore, he never knew the hardships of childbirth.
Suddenly, I felt a strange pang of sadness in my heart.
For the wife he had always disliked—
The male students looked at each other awkwardly, their expressions standing out starkly among the group of women who were crying their eyes out.
"Let's leave." A man spoke up, unable to bear it any longer; his heart was heavy and he felt terrible.
“Okay,” Ning Zhen was the first to agree.
After listening to most of the performance, he felt increasingly uncomfortable.
He suddenly thought of Gu Qingxiu.
If Qingxiu had a child for him, would he still treat her the same way?
Perhaps—yes.
He will still want to divorce her and pursue so-called true love, just like in the opera.
"Tell me, were we wrong?"
He couldn't wait to go back to school so he could see Bai Chen.
However, he felt that he wasn't as happy as he had imagined.
Even on the day he returned to his school dormitory, he missed Qingxiu a little.
"What's wrong?"
"Ning Zhen, have you been brainwashed by this opera?"
"You sang very well, but the script was not very well written."
This book portrays men who have returned from studying abroad as scumbags.
They are not like that at all.
The person speaking lacked confidence, and their voice was somewhat weak.
Ning Zhen kept a blank expression, but the scene from the opera kept replaying in his mind. When he said he wanted a divorce, did Qingxiu's face look as disheveled as the character played by Zhang Ke'er?
Yes, how could I not be embarrassed?
He kept saying he had never liked her.
Even though he was dressed in the most glamorous way, the words he spoke still pierced her heart like knives. It's no wonder she was still willing to bring him food later.
It was clearly an autumn wind, dry and humid, yet it still made Ning Zhen break out in a cold sweat.
"I'm going home."
At the time, I didn't care, but now when I think about it, my heart aches so badly it feels like I'm going to die.
"Ning Zhen, have you really been affected?"
Ning Zhen is their cash cow. If Ning Zhen leaves, what will happen to their next activities?
Of course, if Ning really wanted to leave them some money, that would be fine too.
Ning Zhen was in a daze at the moment and strode away, completely oblivious to what her classmates were saying.
"I'll go home and visit too."
Another student spoke up.
He had actually considered getting a divorce.
To be honest, his wife was even worse than any of them.
She's rude, strong, and a master at chopping wood and farming; it's embarrassing to bring her out.
But even so, she was constantly busy every day, all to support his education.
But--
He was glad that when he saw her chopping wood, he was too scared to say the word "divorce".
Thinking about it, isn't it a case of penny-wise and pound-foolish to not cherish those women who are devoted to their wives and value true love and freedom?
What if one day she falls in love with someone else?
So what should they do?
"Then I'll go home too. I haven't been home in a long time."
The men exchanged glances and decided to go home and check on things.
Even the man who had published his divorce notice in the newspaper, after hesitating, went home.
Sigh, are all these people so fickle?
He kept shouting about defeating arranged marriages by the feudal system, but in the end, he was the only one who divorced his wife; apparently, no one else had even brought it up.
How can he win back his divorced wife?
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