Then, on this snowy night, Lu Baichuan gritted his teeth and took a cold shower. He then ran to his study and shivered for most of the night, still unable to understand what his wife meant by "self-criticism." He didn't dare to ask his wife, so he could only quietly wake up his sleeping son.
"Doggy, tell Daddy, what is a self-criticism?"
The dog was half asleep and had no idea where it was or even who it was, but when it heard the word "self-criticism," it blurted out, "It's a confession."
Previously, when He Jiuniang was teaching the children in her family, she would often use these self-criticisms to scare them, saying that anyone who did not study hard would have to write a self-criticism of several thousand words.
So they worked incredibly hard every day to avoid writing self-criticisms, and none of them have written one in all this time.
So, who needs to write a self-criticism now?
He suddenly felt wide awake, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Daddy, did you make Mommy angry?"
So Mother made Father write a confession?
"You're sleepy, go to sleep!"
Lu Baichuan covered his eyes, then turned and left.
Dog is still a child, and although he was still very curious, he couldn't resist his sleepiness, so he didn't ask any more questions, turned over and went back to sleep.
Lu Baichuan returned to his study, ground ink, picked up his brush, and began to write.
At first, I thought writing a confession wouldn't be a big deal, but as I wrote it, I realized I was completely wrong.
Several thousand words—it's not just a matter of words!
I wrote three large pages, and after carefully counting, it was only three hundred words...
If you write several thousand words and fill a stack of paper, and you've said everything you can and want to say, what content will you use to fill the remaining words?
Just thinking about it gives me a headache, it's really too much!
That night, Lu Baichuan used almost every character he knew repeatedly, and finally managed to gather 3,500 characters by the time dawn broke.
Then, before everyone else had gotten up, he slipped into the master bedroom and stood properly by the bed, waiting for his wife to wake up so he could see him.
If his wife is satisfied, he can leave the master bedroom openly and without anyone knowing that he was forced to spend the night in the study.
He Jiuniang woke up when he came in. She didn't want to talk to him, but he stood by the bed like a door god, staring at her. Who could sleep under such circumstances?
"Finished writing?"
"Hmm, honey, take a look!"
Lu Baichuan fawned over her like she was presenting a treasure, being extremely attentive.
After handing a stack of papers to He Jiuniang, he lit candles to provide light so that He Jiuniang could see them more clearly.
He Jiuniang examined the woman with a stern face, and her first words were: "Wife, I know I was wrong."
Then, instead of pointing out exactly where he went wrong, he talked for a long time about his opinion on the matter before saying that he shouldn't have kept it from her.
However, he did not discuss the issue of whether or not to keep it a secret. Instead, he began to analyze Jiang Ruoya's life experiences over the years, saying that Jiang Ruoya had a tough time and should not be subjected to any stress.
In the very end, he expressed his love for himself as a torrent of endless love, as if he wanted to copy down all the love poems from ancient times to the present, and then improvise one or two himself as embellishments, giving people the feeling that he was still very sincere.
Throughout the entire conversation, he never gave a direct answer regarding the matter of "him hiding it from her." It wasn't that he was deliberately avoiding the issue; He Jiuniang felt that he simply didn't know where he had gone wrong.
But that's precisely what's most infuriating. All night long, he still hasn't figured out where he went wrong.
He Jiuniang felt a little tired. This man was quite smart in other aspects, so how could he be so stupid when it came to love?
"Sometimes, you really are greasy."
He Jiuniang felt exhausted and handed the paper back to him, saying, "Get out, I don't want to see you."
Lu Baichuan suddenly felt wronged. Hadn't he written it? Why wasn't it good yet?
"Honey, tell me which part I wrote poorly, and I'll rewrite it!"
"None of these are good; this isn't what I want to see."
"Tell me what you want to see, and I'll write it down!"
He Jiuniang was already very angry. If it weren't for the fact that this was her man, she would have really hit him.
She took a deep breath and held back, then said, "Lu Baichuan, it's not about what I want to see, but what you realize? This matter may seem insignificant, but it reflects your attitude. A self-criticism isn't something you can just write haphazardly and plagiarize by spouting some love poems."
Lu Baichuan fell silent. The self-criticism he had written overnight did indeed contain elements of padding the word count.
But his desire to comfort her was genuine.
His wife had never been so truly angry with him before, but this time was different; her attitude was very firm.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized his wife was genuinely angry.
"Wife, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. You can punish me however you want, just don't get upset."
He tried his best to speak softly to coax her, and his anxiety was genuine.
He Jiuniang initially wanted him to reflect on his own actions, but then she thought that if she didn't remind him, he might never understand why she was angry. After thinking for a moment, she sat up and said, "I'm not angry about the matter itself, but about your attitude, understand?"
"I believe that there should be no secrets between husband and wife, so I told you even such a big secret about myself, but you chose to hide such a small thing from me because of someone else. Do you think that's fair to me?"
She not only told him her secrets, but also shared them with him. Compared to all that, Lu Baichuan's little secret was nothing.
Before Lu Baichuan could speak, He Jiuniang continued, "Since you know I'm not the same person I used to be, and you know I don't care about this, do you still think I'll lose control of my emotions and go to Aunt Jiang after I find out? That's not reasonable. You just don't want to tell me."
Lu Baichuan was stunned on the spot. He could swear that he really didn't mean it that way at the time. It was just that Mingze wanted him to keep it a secret, and he agreed without thinking much about it. However, it was indeed his fault for not saying anything for so long.
Hearing his wife say that, he finally realized what he had overlooked and hurriedly said, "I understand. I will tell you everything from now on. I will go and rewrite the self-criticism now."
After saying that, he went out with a serious expression.
If he still had some joking thoughts at night, he was now completely serious. He knew very well that if he didn't handle this matter well, his wife might really leave him.
He Jiuniang responded and prepared to go back to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep because she had something on her mind.
In fact, she didn't sleep much all night, falling asleep and waking up repeatedly, not knowing whether she was dreaming or in reality.
Given her personality, she wouldn't make such a fuss over something so trivial, but she really did hold a grudge.
Does this mean that she truly loves that man to the core, which is why she is so concerned and critical of his every word and action?
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