Chapter 309: Beauty in Her Old Age
Just as Mr. Ning was about to speak, I said, "Wait, let me guess first. Your wife is definitely a great beauty."
"Yes. You're right about that."
Damn, he really didn't take me seriously. How could I have guessed that? I only knew it after seeing his single eyelids.
Then I added a little more code to him. I said, "You have very high expectations for a woman's appearance. Among her facial features, you have a very high standard for her nose. Your wife has a very beautiful nose."
He said, "Yes, I guessed it right again."
Damn it, I don’t know how many years I have spent cultivating this skill, but he just brushed it off with a single sentence “You guessed it right again”.
This is a rather conceited man, so let him speak.
Lao Ning began to talk. He recounted a love story of a couple who had been in love for eight years before getting married. He described how the girl's parents had tried to stop them, and how they overcame their resistance, fought to the death, and finally got married.
He also talked about how after they got married, although they lived a poor life, they supported each other and created a world of their own bit by bit.
He was an editor at a magazine, and his wife was an elementary school teacher. Their income wasn't great, but their life was fulfilling. Every birthday, his wife would write him a postcard in the name of her and their daughter.
I interjected, "Are you still an editor?"
Lao Ning said, "That's right. Ours is a pure literary magazine, financially supported, so we'll never lose our jobs."
I nodded: "Go on."
He also recounted the countless moonlit nights when they sat on the balcony, still exchanging romantic words as they did when they were in love.
But as they got older, especially in recent years, they began to quarrel. They didn't disagree on principle, but rather argued over trivial matters.
Lao Ning felt that the person who once loved him was gradually drifting away.
The wife felt that the man who once loved her no longer loved her at all.
Lao Ning asked me, "Master, why, why, why is this happening?"
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I said, "You have a pure and beautiful love story. Both parties are in love freely. This kind of relationship is not something that ordinary people can have. After listening to your story, I am really moved.
When love turns into marriage, especially after spending countless happy times together, the romance returns to reality, and from the moonlit nights under the flowers to the daily necessities of life, things gradually become dull.
"We are not dull, it's just that things have changed in the last two years." Lao Ning interrupted.
I knew what was going on. I frowned and said, "Your relationship has deteriorated because you always like to interrupt."
"No way?"
"Listen carefully and let me finish. Your problem is that you always interrupt others. Why do you like interrupting? Because you always think you are right."
After saying this, I paused and waited for his rebuttal.
Perhaps realizing he was wrong, he stopped interrupting.
At this time, I continued to analyze for him:
"It's a simple matter. Because she has entered menopause."
Then Lao Ning interrupted again: "I know she has entered menopause. I am also an educated person, and I know these basic common sense."
I was so angry that I pounded the table: "You know everything, why did you come to me? You have no manners at all. You keep interrupting other people's stories."
Shiyu said, "Just listen carefully. For every one sentence someone says, you say ten. How can we communicate?"
Lao Ning said, "I can't speak? I'm like a fool listening to you guys for a while?"
I said, "Go away. I can't communicate with you."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Shiyu tried to lighten the mood, but I shook my head gently.
Lao Ning sat there, not knowing whether to leave or not.
If the atmosphere is cold, it will be cold forever. It depends on what you do.
After a stalemate of a minute, he finally said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Listen to me, you are a self-centered person. When you were young, you would paint a rosy picture to make your wife think you were an idealistic person. In middle age, you still paint a rosy picture to make your wife believe that you will achieve great things later in life.
Now, you are almost fifty years old, and your wife no longer believes your promises. However, you are still self-righteous and demand that your wife worship you like she did when you were young.
At this time, your wife is in menopause, and you say you know what menopause is. In fact, you know nothing, you just want your wife to obey you in everything.
What kind of person is this who demands his wife to obey him in everything? He is the type who can't make it in the workplace and can't make a living in society. He only wants to find compensation in his family.
I struck him in the fatal spot with one blow.
I hit his sore spot, and his arrogance subsided a lot. He lowered his head and said nothing.
I said, "You think you understand women's menopause. Now I will carefully analyze your wife's menopausal reactions for you."
He stopped interrupting and nodded.
"She used to be very quiet, but now she's a chatterbox who loves to talk non-stop. You think she's changed. In the past, you were the one who talked all the time, and you controlled her. Now she controls you.
In the past, she always gave in to you, but now, she gets angry at the slightest provocation. You feel that she has changed and become unreasonable.
In the past, she worked tirelessly at the housework and even made you a cup of tea while you were reading. Now, she orders you to make her a cup of tea.
In the past, she was sunny and always laughed off everything. Now, she has become sentimental, sits alone and doesn't want to talk to you.
I ask you, is this her current situation?"
Lao Ning sighed: "You are just like you are there, yes, that's it."
I said, "This is called menopause. It's the inevitable process of emotional changes in women due to physical changes. And your wife's symptoms are even more severe."
She used to be a beauty, but now she's losing collagen. She's starting to notice wrinkles on her neck and her hair is starting to dry out.
When she discovered she was losing hair, there were always long hairs that she couldn't sweep clean when she was sweeping the floor, so she had to pick them up with her hands before she could sweep them clean.
When she realized her face was getting older day by day and no beauty products could resist the aging process. When she realized that when she used to go out to do things, she could get things done by just smiling at people, but now, that smile was no longer effective.
She will feel sad, lost, and self-deprecating, sitting alone by the window. And if you don't care about her, don't listen to her, and yell at her at every turn, her anger will only grow.
Her condition is called the Beauty in Old Age Syndrome."
"Ah, why a beautiful woman in her old age? Would other women be better?"
"Yes, a plain-looking woman entering menopause wouldn't have such a strong reaction. Because your wife was so beautiful when she was young. When she was young, you spoiled her and society spoiled her.
As he aged and lost his looks, you didn't favor him, society didn't favor him, and this psychological and physical gap made her even more disappointed. She became even more angry.
Therefore, there is a saying: heroes at the end of their rope, beauties in their old age, all turn to Buddha in their old age.
Let’s talk about the heroes first. When they are in power, they lead thousands of troops and are invincible. Wherever they point their swords, the troops obey their orders. They are unstoppable and victorious in every battle.
After losing power, no one even comes to the house. It can be said that - where is my home with clouds across the Qinling Mountains, and my horse cannot move forward with snow blocking the Lan Pass - no one listens to what I say, and even my farts are silent.
At this time, he felt that life had no meaning, so he started to learn Buddhism.
Beauty, too. When she's brimming with collagen, her every smile and frown captivates. Whatever she does, she's invincible, achieving anything. Young men from Wuling compete to tie their hair, their blood-red skirts stained with wine.
After entering menopause, her black hair fell to the ground, and white hair gradually covered her temples. She gradually felt that everything she had done was a lie. Even you, the one who sleeps beside her, didn't care about her.
At this time, she also felt that life had little meaning, so she started to learn Buddhism.
Lao Ning slapped his thigh and said, "Your analysis is very good. It's because she often hangs out with religious people now that we have such a big quarrel."
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong and said, "Everyone will enter menopause. Shouldn't we improve our self-cultivation?"
I laughed out loud. "You're right, but not entirely. Let me help you analyze your personal cultivation and physiological changes."
"I'm all ears, sir, please speak."
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