The ultimate rebirth of the abandoned woman

Chapter 392 Awakening (Part [-])

Just when Cui Youbo was about to turn around to argue with the thin man, the elegant man opened his mouth first, and said in a rather contented voice: "Who said there is no real virtuous woman? My wife—"

The elegant man talked endlessly about his wife's "advanced deeds", such as taking the initiative to help the husband take a concubine, and how to treat concubine children fairly...

Cui Youbo nodded secretly when he heard this, although this lord's wife is not as virtuous as his own, she still obeys the precepts of women in what she does, and she can barely get the word 'virtuous'.

Thinking about it, these words of the elegant man should be able to argue against his companion.

Thinking of this, Cui Youbo gave up the desire to argue with that person in person, picked up the wine cup again, and sipped the wine in small sips.

After the elegant man finished speaking, he raised his chin, "Sanlang, how about it, is my wife a real virtuous woman?"

Although the words were questions, the tone was very firm.

The thin man didn't speak, just smiled and shook his head. Obviously, he didn't agree with the other party's point of view.

Seeing this, the elegant man's smile froze on his lips, and he stared at his companion closely with a very unkind expression.

But the other party didn't seem to see it, and still shook his head slowly.

With a bang, the elegant man forcefully placed the wine cup on the dining bed, "Sanlang, what do you mean? Do you think my wife is not a virtuous woman?"

What does this fellow mean, neither saying yes nor no, pretending to shake his head profoundly, do you think his words are funny? !
The thin man seemed to be really annoyed at the drinking buddy, he put down the wine cup slowly, and asked instead: "Twelve Lang, I just want to ask you, do you think of your wife as a wife, or as a woman?"

The elegant man was stunned, and subconsciously glanced around, seeing that the surrounding seats were empty, he said with confidence: "Isn't this the same thing? Sanlang, what do you mean? what?"

The thin man raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party, and said lightly: "Let me answer for you, in fact, in your mind, your wife is just your wife, who helps you serve your parents, raise children, and host the middle school." As a 'wife' who gives gifts and communicates with relatives, you respect her and treat her as your dearest relative."

The elegant man nodded again and again, that's right, he really respected his wife, and left everything in the house to his wife, isn't that right? !

Seeing this, the thin man couldn't help but twitched a sarcasm, and continued: "But have you ever thought that your wife is also a woman, and just like your beautiful concubine, she still needs your husband's pity and love?" care-"

He said it more tactfully, and didn't tell the other party directly, your wife is also a person, and she also understands feelings, and she will feel sad and sad when she is hurt by others.

The elegant man seemed to understand but half understood. An idea flashed through his mind, but he didn't catch it.

The thin man saw it, and sighed in his heart. To be honest, if Shi Shi Lang's uncle Su Da Lang hadn't entrusted him repeatedly, he really didn't want to tell Shi Shi Lang about this.

Picking up the wine cup and taking a sip of the wine, the thin man directly gave a heavy hammer, "You and your sister-in-law are one, you must hope that your sister-in-law can treat you wholeheartedly, but I ask you, have you ever treated your sister-in-law wholeheartedly? Two or three beautiful concubines, three or four beautiful maidservants, plus your sister-in-law, your heart is divided into seven or eight parts, and the sister-in-law can only get a small share. Do you think she can still treat you wholeheartedly? !"

Although the question is a question, the answer is very obvious: you treat others wholeheartedly, but you want the other person to treat you wholeheartedly, why?Are you a saint or a sage? !

The elegant man seemed to have thought of something, he opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "Aren't all men and women in the world like this?"

In the minds of traditional men in ancient times, wives married home to serve Wenggu, have children, and take care of general affairs. Therefore, the first requirement for a wife was to be virtuous and capable, and feelings and so on came second.If there is no tenderness and sweetness with his wife, the man will not be disappointed, he can still take concubines and maidservants.

In this way, there is a good wife in the family to prosper the family with him, and the heart is empty, and there is a charming concubine by his side who is acting like a baby and making him happy. How happy is he who hugs him left and right? !
In fact, it’s not that a man doesn’t know that when he takes a concubine, his wife will also be jealous. With concubines and concubines, his wife and concubines will also feel uneasy and dissatisfied. 'Harmony', as for the infighting in the inner courtyard, he didn't care about it at all, so he flicked his sleeves and handed it over to his wife.

If the wife handles it well, the family wives and concubines are harmonious, and the concubines are harmonious, then the man will praise his wife as a "virtuous" without hesitation;
If the wife doesn't handle it well, and there are constant disputes in the inner court, which even affects the career of the man outside, then he will angrily call his wife unvirtuous, a jealous woman, a wicked woman or even a poisonous woman!
Seeing his companion looking thoughtful, the thin man was busy and softened his voice, taking himself as an example to continue to deepen the effect of this conversation, "Actually, I used to think the same way, but later, the relationship with the lady The difference is getting weaker and weaker, and the wife cares more about the children, so she leaves me aside... Sigh, Twelve Lang, some things are really irreversible once you miss them. Don’t you want to be like me, just like the lady? A superficial couple, but without the slightest affection between husband and wife?"

While talking, he secretly sighed in his heart: Su Dalang, Su Dalang, in order to help you persuade my sister-in-law, I even used my own scandal as a case.

The elegant man thought for a long time, he got up slowly, and gave a deep sigh to his drinking buddy, "Thank you, Saburo, for your reminder, so, so and so understood."

From now on, he must treat his wife as a woman, otherwise, in the future, his wife will only treat him as a 'husband' instead of a man.

Such a relationship between husband and wife who respect each other like 'ice' is not what he wants, his wife, but he has played with him since he was a child, and their husband and wife also have deep feelings.

The thin man hurriedly waved his hands, laughed and said, "Twelve Lang is too polite, we're just chatting after drinking, it's not worth anything."

As he spoke, he invited the other party to sit down and continue eating and chatting.

The elegant man lost interest in chatting, he wanted to see his wife and talk to her right now, so he hurriedly bid farewell to his drinking buddies, went to the counter and dropped a bag of copper coins to settle the bill, and then left.

Looking at his back, the thin man said in a low voice: "I hope you can really understand. My little sister said this to me back then. It took me a long time to understand." And I only understood after I learned a lesson.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the wine cup, drank the last sip of wine, and threw the wine cup on the bed, and he also slowly left the restaurant. He didn't notice that in the corner near the window not far behind them, there was One person listened to all of their conversation.

Cui Youbo sat silently, and the words echoed in his mind repeatedly: "Do you regard the lady as a wife, or as a woman?"

After a long time, he sighed and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that I also made the same mistake. No wonder the lady looked at me more and more coldly, and her attitude towards me became more and more polite. It turns out that she It is the man who regards me as a 'husband', not her Qiao Mu."

……

At noon, Cui Youbo returned to the house listlessly.

As soon as he entered the door, an armored guard with a sword came up to meet him, "Your Majesty, this is a letter from my wife this morning."

When Cui Youbo heard that it was a letter from Xiao Nan, he thanked him, took the letter, and walked into the room quickly.

Opening the sealed bamboo tube, Cui Youbo carefully pulled out a roll of white paper, he unfolded it gently, and found that there were three sheets in total, and he read them carefully one by one.

The first one was written by Xiao Nan himself. The letter was very short. It was nothing more than a briefing on the current situation of the family and trivial matters such as today's son's birthday. Tired out the body and so on.

If Cui Youbo hadn't heard the conversation between those two people today, he would never have found anything wrong with this letter.But at this moment, after reading it several times, he felt more and more that Xiao Nan's letter was full of alienated politeness between the lines, and there was no affection for an intimate couple.

"Ugh……"

Sighing silently, Cui Youbo refolded the letter paper and carefully put it into a small box.

He picked up the second piece of letter paper, and there were lines of immature characters written crookedly on the paper, the characters were big and small, obviously written by a young child who had never practiced calligraphy.

Seeing the end, Cui Youbo couldn't help but smile, his heart softened: "My parents can write letters in their lifetime, hehe, they have grown up!" Although the words were not very good, he felt that the child missed him.

Then he picked up the third piece of paper, this is not a letter, but a portrait, the brushwork is a little immature, but the painting is not bad, at least Cui Youbo recognized the white fat meatball in the painting as his own son at a glance.

His eyes fell on the small print on one side, and he read it word by word, and then he said with a gratified smile: "A Yuan's painting skills have also improved, and he was able to draw a small portrait for his younger brother. I really deserve to be taught by me!" He is proud!

Seeing his sons and daughters grow up with his own eyes, Uncle Cui felt unspeakable joy and satisfaction in his heart. Yesterday's emptiness and boredom and today's despondency seemed to be alleviated.

At this moment, the steward outside the door whispered back: "Your Majesty, there is a letter in Beijing."

Cui Youbo was taken aback, believe it?Isn't he watching, is there anyone writing to him?
After a while, he seemed to come to his senses, and raised his voice, "Bring it in."

"Yes." The steward agreed, walked in with a bow, and held a letter to Uncle Cui with both hands.

He took the letter and waved his hand to signal the steward to step down.

After finishing his work, he took out the letter paper and read it carefully. The letter was written by A Niang. He nodded and said to himself: It should be Chinese New Year, and A Niang also misses him, so he wrote to him.

After reading a few sentences, Cui Youbo's face turned ugly, and at the end of reading, he threw the letter paper on the desk.

You can't blame Cui Youbo for losing his composure. It's really that the letter from the Da Furen is too hurtful. Except for the first few sentences about Cui You Bo's health and recent situation, most of the rest are Da Furen's complaints about Changsheng and Lingxi. What? Changsheng is not good, why is A Yuan ignorant, anyway, there is no good word.

In addition, the Da Furen focused on Yang Xiao, asked how her health was, and reminded Cui Youbo not to wrong Yang Xiao.

After reading the letter, Cui Youbo even had the illusion that Da Furen cared more about Yang Yu than himself.

Standing up and walking around the study for a few times, Uncle Cui's mood stabilized a bit. He turned back to the desk, looked at his son's portrait, and then looked at A Niang's letter. His somewhat confused eyes gradually became clear...

PS: There were thunderstorms today, and the thunder blew overhead. The power at home was cut off, and the call didn't come until evening. We had to change it and make it up tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)