After leaving Director Lu's office, Fan Xiaofan felt inexplicably heavy-hearted.
This kind of infected emotion, rather than being released, is precisely the kind that is suppressed, which makes it even more unbearable.
Liu Fang walked over and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Fan, Zhou Juan wants to see you."
Zhou Juan is Zhou Huqian's unfortunate older sister and also Lu Zhiming's wife.
Fan Xiaofan nodded. Since Zhou Juan no longer had a job at the factory and could not enter the factory, they arranged to meet at a riverside spot not far from the factory.
On the banks of the river in early autumn, a cool breeze was blowing as Fan Xiaofan met his ex-wife, Madam Lu, for the first time.
Zhou Juan has a gentle appearance and an inherently tolerant temperament. When she saw Fan Xiaofan, she already showed a gentle yet somewhat reserved smile.
"I'm sorry, I need you to come see me again."
Would you mind taking some time to hear my story with Zhiming?
Zhou Juan's voice was soft.
Fan Xiaofan shook her head, revealing a wide smile, as if there were no barriers between them, as if they were kindred spirits who had met by chance. You have your stories, I have the time; you tell, I listen.
"Back then, things were still chaotic, and Zhiming was just a hot-blooded young man..."
As if recalling some fond memories, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl slightly.
“After we got married, he went abroad to study. Later, those people came back one after another, bringing back a lot of trendy things. Some of them surprised me, but also scared me. Many people felt that their previous marriage had become feudal dregs. They divorced in the name of freedom and remarried like-minded comrades. I was also a little panicked, afraid that he would not want me.”
As he said this, a hint of trepidation appeared on his face.
Fan Xiaofan and she stood by the river, yet he felt as if he had met the anxious woman through her narration.
"Everyone thinks he's going to abandon me. After all, I don't understand his thoughts. I'm just a short-sighted little woman."
"But he came back, holding my hand, his brow furrowed. I had never seen him so serious. He said that the pursuit of freedom was nothing but the work of an extremely selfish person who was unwilling to admit his mistakes. He disguised his fickleness with the sanctimonious idea of shared ideals, but it was nothing but an unwillingness to admit his own mistakes. He blamed the mistakes on the weak and powerless, sacrificing others to fulfill his own desires."
"He had quite a bad temper back then, but he was very good to me. When he was angry, he would lock himself away and sulk, afraid of hurting me. Later, he and I, like the rings of this tree stump, lived a steady life year after year. It was the happiest time of my life."
Her face was full of smiles, a smile born from sweet memories.
"Then you two breaking up..." Wouldn't that be very sad...?
Zhou Juan smiled gently and patted her soothingly with her dry, warm hand: "How could that be? I'm fine. I was confused when I was young, but now I know better what he wants to do. He gave me a lifetime of happiness, and I also want him to realize his long-held ambition. We are not separating, but fulfilling each other, and we are sharing happiness."
"When hearts are together, even the ends of the earth seem like next door; when hearts are apart, all that remains is the saying 'sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.'"
Her tone was pleasant.
He then looked at Fan Xiaofan solemnly and said very seriously, "So, I entrust his ambitions to you. My younger brother's mischievousness is none of his concern."
Her eyes were gentle and clear, reflecting her trust that an eagle would eventually spread its wings and soar.
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