Fu Sheng fiddled with the phone in his palm.
I looked at it again and again, but I still didn't want to dial that number.
There was nothing to talk about; they had nothing in common.
Besides, he doesn't have much patience to be a listener.
He learned to be smart after enduring it again and again.
If you portray yourself as honest and clumsy with words, your wife will stop talking once she's had enough.
This is truly the smartest approach.
Even though he was clearly bad at speaking, someone took the initiative to flatter him and save his face: "That's how men are, they're honest because they're bad at talking."
"All men are like that. Do you prefer smooth talkers?"
Under the influence of external brainwashing, women happily accept men's "flaws" and even romanticize them as virtues.
This is so convenient.
Without him even having to speak, someone would step in to defend him.
Fu Sheng found it even funnier to come.
The people who brainwash their wives are often women themselves.
With the support of the social environment, he doesn't need to change anything.
The standard of having only women throughout the entire process has been lowered again and again.
Fortunately, Yoshiko Takeuchi is not talkative, and her expressions are subtle and reserved.
I have nothing to give her.
Besides children.
Thinking of his child, Fu Sheng dialed the number of the Ruisen family.
......
On the dark, winding mountain road, Yoshiko Takeuchi moved her feet unsteadily.
She suffers from a host of ailments; in addition to being weak and sensitive to cold, she also has a herniated disc and rheumatism.
"At only 32 years old, her health is not as good as that of a 60-year-old." Her family doctor advised her to have regular physical therapy and take good care of herself.
But where would we find the time?
After her father's death, all her time belonged to the Takeuchi family.
How long has it been since anyone went for a walk alone?
The woman shook her head, trying to shake off those "dark" memories of struggle, and looked up at the moon.
People should always look forward; there's no need to bring up suffering again and again.
It's all in the past.
Those bitter days of falling apart are over.
She doesn't like to think about things that are too complicated; isn't it better to keep things simple?
This is fine now.
With my mother in good health, my younger brother can pursue his studies, date, and live his own life without any worries.
Moreover, she now has her own little family.
What obstacle can't we overcome?
Thinking of this, she took out her phone and glanced at the call log.
Her husband still didn't call her back.
My call log has a few more unfamiliar calls.
What stands out even more before an unfamiliar caller is a row of red numbers.
Xing Hui's phone number has been blacklisted by her.
This kid is so annoying, always causing trouble for no reason.
His intentions were obvious, but Yoshiko Takeuchi didn't want to pay attention.
She is already married.
She's already exhausted from work, so when she gets home she prefers to have a quiet meal and chat with her partner for a while before relaxing.
It was uneventful and boring.
But Xing Hui's world was completely opposite to hers.
He has many sincere and sunny friends, and receives postcards from all over the world every month.
He was the host among the crowd, always able to stir up the atmosphere and draw everyone's attention to him.
He follows trends and is always the first to buy and learn about the latest fashions, showing them to her like a child...
But I can't do it myself.
Xing Hui also asked her why it wasn't possible.
Yoshiko Takeuchi gave her answer: "First of all, we are six years apart. I have always treated you as a younger brother and have never had that kind of thought."
Secondly, you're not my type.
It was so intense, like clear, surging waves, tirelessly washing over Yoshiko Takeuchi's heart.
She couldn't understand what Xing Hui saw in her, or why he liked her.
She used to think Xing Hui was just inexperienced with women, but later she thought it was just a teenage prank.
Xing Hui is good at playing these kinds of games to amuse people.
However, Yoshiko Takeuchi is quiet by nature and hopes that her future life will be peaceful.
The person he likes should be someone like Fu Sheng, someone who may not be good at sweet talk but can listen quietly.
She has always maintained this calm attitude.
She doesn't need to experience intense sadness or overwhelming joy; extreme sorrow or ecstasy is not suitable for her.
Having experienced great sorrow, Yoshiko Takeuchi no longer wanted to experience great joy.
My heart is pounding, it hurts a lot.
Such simple and unpretentious joy is already a rare treat.
It's not actually that simple.
Yoshiko Takeuchi thought that her story with her husband was also somewhat dramatic.
It was only after the hero saved the damsel in distress that they officially got to know each other, fell in love, and finally stayed together.
Fourteen years of being together is no easy feat; both husband and wife should cherish this love.
These are things that happened between the couple and are not for outsiders to know.
With that in mind, Yoshiko Takeuchi opened her phone again.
Still no call from her husband.
Several more call log entries from unknown numbers appeared, something she hadn't known how to do before.
Xing Hui came over and said the company needed to do this, so she was asked to learn how to do it and secretly save her phone number.
Yoshiko Takeuchi quickly learned how to block people, and then—
The first person they pulled was Xing Hui.
Even after blocking her, Xing Hui didn't give up and called her number from other phones, switching to a different number every time he blocked someone.
She can't possibly change her phone number, can she?
You can only set it to Do Not Disturb.
Do not answer any calls from unknown numbers.
She had tried every trick in the book with Xing Hui; when she was younger and less composed, she had even openly cursed him.
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