Marriage Men and Women (also known as Divorced Men and Women or Fallen Leaves) 1 (Celebrity Adult Fiction)

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Summary:

Li Shoujie is a middle-aged man who has achieved some success in his career, but his marriage life is in complete ruin. Ten years of marriage brought him many painful memories, but also allowed him to gain some life experience.

The desire to build a peaceful family and find true love prompted Li Shoujie to remarry after his divorce. While sightseeing, he met A, B, C, D... and even H.

Among these women, there are former models, white-collar beauties, innocent girls, and good wives and mothers... Li Shoujie tried his luck again and again, and performed many stories with these women, but he suffered the blow of failure again and again...

What is true love and what is marriage? I have been through a lot, and now when I look back, whose lights are lit for me?

Preface: "Every historical disaster is compensated by historical progress."
——Engels

I wrote this novel in four months, but it took me four full years to prepare.

I have always regarded my family as the first goal in life and have invested a lot of effort and energy into it. But in the end, my marriage failed, and failed miserably.

Happy families are all alike; but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

For more than a thousand days and nights, I have exhausted all my energy, extinguished all my passion, tasted unspeakable pain, and experienced countless injuries.

Finally divorced.

No matter whether it is right or wrong, once you have made a choice, you will feel relieved and finally get rid of the dilemma.

I left the besieged city and took a quick tour.

This is an era where marriage is treated as a joke, and divorced men and women come in waves and go in droves. Everyone has an experience that they cannot bear to look back on, hiding their own pain and licking the wounds of their soul in a lonely corner.

Meeting so many people struggling in the sea of ​​suffering makes me sigh.

I gradually calmed down and was no longer as angry as I was back then. I began to reflect: What is love? What is marriage?

The "2007 Civil Affairs Development Statistical Report" released by China's Ministry of Civil Affairs in May 2008 showed that in 2007, 9.914 million marriages and 2.098 million divorces were handled nationwide. In other words, the explicit divorce rate in contemporary China has reached 21%; if the implicit divorce rate of couples breaking up after living together for many years is included, it is estimated to reach 30%. Moreover, this figure is still increasing at a rate of 2 percentage points per year. In economically developed cities such as Beijing and Shanghai, the divorce rate has reached over 50%.

For every two couples, one cannot make it to the end.

An intact marriage does not necessarily mean a happy one - sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, being like strangers, being on guard against each other, being hypocritical, having cold and hot wars, having unspeakable grievances... How many people are forced to stay in the besieged city and are hurt by low-quality marriages because they are afraid of the cost of divorce and the harm to their children?

Marriage should be a warm harbor and a safe fortress, but now it means risk.

So, what about the West? The divorce rate in Europe and the United States has reached 50%. The moon in foreign countries is no rounder than the one in China.

Love is an enduring topic and everyone yearns for it infinitely; but after getting it, people often find it so fragile and vulnerable. So Fromm said: "There is no other behavior or action like love that starts with such great hope and ends with such a high proportion of failure."

I want to figure out what exactly is the reason that makes men and women who once swore to grow old together eventually get tired of, despise, and even hate each other?

I don’t want men and women in the world to hurt each other like we did in the past. Although I don't know them, I don't want to see the tragedy repeated simply.

Summarizing the root causes of our tragedy may serve as a warning to those who have not yet reached our stage. I hope it can inspire readers.

There is a saying, "May lovers eventually get married." But I think this is not enough. What I want to say is: May those who eventually get married learn to cherish each other.

If we can really do this, then everything we have endured will be compensated.

Table of contents

Introduction

one,

New World

two,

A-woman

three,

Sea of ​​Desire

Four,

My heart is getting colder

five,

Disillusionment

six,

Who let love go away

seven,

Shanghai Story

eight,

B girl

Nine,

C female

ten,

The Age of Innocence

11. In the Mood for Love

12. D-girl

13. Siling

fourteen. One Servant, Two Masters

15. Ex-wife

16. Unbearable to look back

17. Love is broken and the pain is felt

18. The War Between Two Women

19. Hold your hand

20. It seems that the dust has settled

21. The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop

22. If I Love You

23. If you love your home

24. Cutting and untangling

25. The Sound of the Harp and the Se

26. Rain Alley

27. The Wives of the Decembrists

28. Under the Milky Way

29. Pearl of the Aegean Sea

30. God is jealous of beauty

31. Lost My Love Forever

32. No Longer Lonely

33. F girl

34. MyAll

35. Refrigeration

36. Take a quick tour

37. E-girl

38. Crazy World

39. Fallen Leaves

40. White Rabbit

41. I quietly cover your eyes

42. Songs have no destination

43. Forgiveness is to say goodbye

44. Dim Lights

45. Perhaps
Love

46. ​​Search

end
Besame
mucho
(Grand Finale)

Introduction

I have always wondered why marriage certificates are red and divorce certificates are green. On Valentine's Day in 2005, I received a small green booklet from the marriage registrar. The moment she stamped the red booklet with the word "cancelled", I suddenly realized: perhaps the red marriage certificate means a red light for you, depriving you of your right to a romantic encounter; while the green divorce certificate means a green light again for you, and you can start a new emotional journey again.

Although ten years ago, when my ex-wife Zhang Jiali and I walked into this besieged city hand in hand, I had envisioned: growing old with her, and celebrating our golden and diamond wedding anniversaries when we were both gray-haired and had many children and grandchildren. But unfortunately, this marriage only lasted for ten years in pain and torture, exhausted all the energy and passion, and then fell like a dead leaf in the wind.

Mr. Qian Zhongshu compared marriage to a besieged city, saying that people outside want to get in, while people inside want to get out. After getting the green divorce certificate, I felt like a prisoner who had served ten years in prison and had just been released from jail: I greedily took a few breaths of the air of freedom, turned around and looked at the prison gate, feeling relieved but also confused; I had both yearning and nostalgia.

Ten years of marriage, for a loving couple who respect each other and treat each other as equals, is just the beginning of a beautiful life; but for two men and women who torture and hurt each other, it is a long nightmare.

This dream is so long that you completely adapt to the environment, people and lifestyle in the dream. Just like in the movie "The Shawshank Redemption", the kind-hearted black librarian Old Bob in prison, when faced with freedom, he did not embrace it, but was deeply afraid and tried every means to prolong his time in prison. Ultimately, after being released on parole, he chose to resist his freedom by committing suicide.

The same is true for people who struggle in unhappy marriages. Even though every day that passes means more hurt, I am still deeply afraid of the outside world. So, people find all kinds of reasons to continue to endure the pain: children, age, the elderly, the cost of divorce... just to continue this familiar pain, because you have already become a part of this pain, and it has also become a part of your life.

But the dream will eventually end.

When you wake up from your dream, you find yourself like an autumn leaf blown down by the wind, losing both the greenness of youth and the support of a big tree. You don’t know what you should do, nor do you know where the wind will blow you.

The process of life is to exchange everything you already have for what you don’t have. No one can see whether the decision made at that time is right or wrong.

The sea of ​​people is like a vast blue wave. The waves meet and then separate.

After holding hands comes breaking up.

But life must go on. You have to cut off some memories and go to an unknown future. It brings sadness, loneliness, and even desolation.

Of course, there is hope.

It was a new world.

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1. New World

Marriage is either heaven or hell.

—German proverb

This is how life is. What you worry about is what you will encounter.

In the past ten years or so, I seemed to be particularly unpopular with women and had no chance to meet any woman who made my heart beat. At this point, you readers must think that I, the hero Li Shoujie in the article, must be a male dinosaur with a bald head, a protruding belly, a rat-like face, and so ugly that the Party Central Committee was alarmed, and they issued Document No. 1 specifically asking beautiful girls to avoid me when they see me.

Actually, it is not. When I divorced in 2005, I was already 34 years old, which is considered middle-aged, but because I have always paid attention to physical exercise, I have no fat around my waist, no bulging in the middle, and I have some abdominal muscles that I am proud of. As for his appearance, although he is not as suave as Edison Chen, he has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a long face, with complete facial features. He also has a "W"-shaped chin, which is relatively rare in oriental men. He is a typical positive character in movies.

Of course, I do have shortcomings. My skin is a little darker than the pretty boys on TV, but that's because I play basketball all the time, so you have to give up something. Overall, my appearance doesn't really affect the cityscape.

But it's strange, I just am not popular with women.

I used to be depressed and thought that I had no luck with women because I lacked charm. Looking back now, no, the real reason was that at that time I only had my ex-wife in my heart. I was thinking about the loyalty of marriage, and shouldering the heavy burden of the family from earning money to support the family, buying a house, a car, and decorating it to firewood, rice, oil, salt, cooking, washing clothes, mopping the floor, wiping the table and so on. I was so tired that I was out of breath and had no time to flirt with other women. In addition, I commuted between the company and home every day and drove to and from work, so I couldn't even have a chance encounter on the subway or the bus. I was completely imprisoned in my own circle and isolated myself from the vast majority of female comrades.

My ex-wife Zhang Jiali is not bad looking, except that her cheekbones are a bit high. As the saying goes, "A woman with high cheekbones can kill her husband without a knife." Now that I think about it, it's really true. At least she has hindered my luck in love. Before the divorce, she ruined my luck with women, but as soon as we divorced, my luck turned around. Just eighteen days after completing the divorce procedures with my ex-wife, I met Ms. A on the Internet and entered a whole new world.

After chatting with girl A for a few minutes on QQ, we both felt good about each other and she asked for a video chat.

When we opened the video, the other person saw a handsome guy, and I saw a fashionable girl. Our eyes lit up immediately, as if our eyes met, like a turtle seeing a mung bean. After another chat, I found out that the other person used to be a print model and had a great figure and looks; but she was only thirty-three years old and only the tail of her youth was left. However, I am already thirty-four or thirty-five, and as long as the girl is not older than me, I can accept it. After further investigation, I learned that the other party was also a divorced woman who had been single for five years and lived with a boy.

When a divorced man meets a divorced woman, it's like a fly meeting an egg with a crack, just like Ximen Qing meeting Pan Jinlian, they hit it off immediately.

When I had just gotten divorced, I wasn't fully aware of the depth of the waters involved in divorce. So, with the simplest idea in mind, I focused my search on divorced women. The reason is that, as a man in his thirties, I don't want the woman to be too much older than me. I feel that there will be a generation gap, which is not good. At that time, I thought that if the age difference was within five years, I could accept it, but if it was bigger, I couldn’t accept it. Therefore, when I was 34 years old, I basically limited my selection circle to the 30-34 year old range.

However, most of the women of my generation born in the 1970s are married. The few unmarried ones left are mostly because they have high standards and no one can get close to them, or because they have such strange personalities that no one dares to touch them. Besides, I am divorced too, and it is fair for a divorced man to look for a divorced woman. Therefore, our scope of choice can only be limited to the circle of divorcees.

I have had a gentle personality since I was young and I can get along with children easily. When I just got divorced, I didn't consider it a heavy burden for the woman to take care of the children. I felt that as long as the new family lived well and I worked hard, raising a child should not be a problem. So, at that time, I didn’t think it was a big deal for a woman to take care of the child.

Guided by this idea, I started my relationship with Ms. A.

At that time, I chatted and interacted with her with the sole purpose of finding a new wife, and had no intention of having a one-night stand or anything like that. Because they had a good impression of each other, they exchanged phone numbers.

After logging off and turning off the computer, I stood up from the computer desk and stretched, and couldn't help but say "Oh yeah" from the bottom of my heart - the feeling of chatting with this girl A was really great. Men are visual animals. Beautiful women always attract special attention from men, especially for old men like me who have not seen much of the world.

While I was brushing my teeth, my cell phone rang. I quickly ran over to answer it, and it turned out to be girl A.

"What are you doing?" she asked on the phone.

"I'm brushing my teeth." I answered slurredly with toothpaste in my mouth.

"Oh. Then go brush your teeth first. I'll call you back in three minutes."

"Oh, yes, yes." I agreed, flattered, and nodded my head as if she was standing right in front of me.

Putting down my phone, I hurried to the sink and brushed my teeth hastily. While rinsing my mouth, I saw the person in the mirror with a big smile on his face.

I spit out the last of my mouthwash, wiped my mouth with a towel, and winked at myself in the mirror: "You're going to have some luck with women!"

Then I returned to the bedroom, waiting with bated breath for the long-awaited phone call with excitement and anxiety.

A moment later, the bell rang as expected. It was her!

"Are you done washing?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm done."

"Oh...what are you going to do next?"

"Well...sleep."

"Oh..." Girl A hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What's your impression of me?"

"Well...very good." Hearing her ask this, I felt both surprised and happy. Since she asked me this, it means I left a good impression on her. Otherwise, if she doesn't like me, she won't care how I feel about her. It seems that this single man and woman both want to be favored by each other.

"Really?" she confirmed again.

"Yeah, really, it's great. Just now... when I was brushing my teeth, I thought about getting to know you and I couldn't help but feel happy." I honestly expressed my feelings.

"Well, I have a good feeling about you. I think you look like a good person, very honest." Ms. A gave me a good evaluation first, and then made an invitation: "If you think it's appropriate, how about we arrange a time to meet?"

"Ah? Meeting?" I couldn't help but be stunned. Although I had a good feeling about Ms. A, I was still a little surprised to receive her invitation suddenly. Although I am also a second-hand man, I have a clean revolutionary history and I am very cautious about the matter of marriage. I always feel that it will be a long process from knowing each other to falling in love to dating to getting married, and it will take at least a year to complete. Besides, apart from my ex-wife, I have hardly ever had any dealings with other women. When I heard about meeting a strange woman and talking about marriage, I felt a little scared. So, I originally planned to chat for a while, wait until both parties were familiar with each other and found common language, and then meet again. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if we couldn't agree on anything.

So I hummed and declined, "I think it's not the right time to meet now... We just met, don't we need to get to know each other better?"

I had thought that women would be more reserved, but I never expected that after hearing my answer, Ms. A would fly into a rage. She said angrily that she felt very embarrassed. It was a big honor for a woman to propose a date first, but she was rejected. My behavior was simply treasonous and unforgivable, and I deserved death. I was ungrateful! Forget it. I won’t associate with a cheap man like me anymore. Bye.

After saying that, Ms. A hung up the phone.

Shit, things have come to this. How could I have expected that I would hurt someone's self-esteem without realizing it? I had no choice but to call back immediately and apologize.

The first time, she didn't answer. I continued to fight.

The second time, she still didn't answer. I continued to fight.

The third time, she answered.

"What do you mean? Why do you always bother me?" Ms. A was still angry.

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean anything else, I just felt... felt... a little sudden. I didn't mean that, I... actually wanted to meet you, but, I'm a little scared..." I explained hesitantly, feeling terrified.

"You're a grown man, what are you afraid of? If you look down on me, just say it." Girl A continued to vent her anger to me.

"I... I'm not looking down on you. Isn't it okay if I was wrong? I really don't mean to look down on you. I have never had any dealings with women before... I'm sorry, okay?" I continued to explain and apologize clumsily, cold sweat breaking out on my head.

"Well...since you're honest, I won't bother with you." After hearing me say sorry, Ms. A finally calmed down and said, "Have you considered my suggestion just now?"

"I've considered it! I've considered it!" I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed: "Whenever you say we'll meet, we'll meet then."

"Oh. That's more like it." A's tone revealed a sense of satisfaction: "Well...how about this weekend? Let's have dinner together."

"Okay, okay! No problem!" I nodded in agreement quickly.

Next, the two of them determined the location and the method of meeting, and only then did Ms. A hang up the phone with satisfaction.

In the next few days, I continued to chat with Ms. A through QQ to deepen my familiarity with her. Almost every day when I get home from work, I turn on my computer and log in, and she is always online at about the same time. The two of them chatted all day long, forgetting to eat and sleep, as if they had endless things to say, and they often said goodbye and logged off reluctantly at one or two in the morning.

My ex-wife is a woman with a strong desire for material things. She caused me a lot of suffering, anger and fatigue over the years. So I solemnly decided: I will never fall into this trap when looking for a wife in the future, and materialistic women are out of the question. Therefore, when flirting with girl A, he also focused on inquiring about her material desires. Ms. A was quite straightforward and answered that she had been frugal and hardworking for half her life.

When I saw this, I thought to myself: Damn, what a rare good woman in today's world.

I also asked Ms. A why she got divorced. She said that her ex-husband cheated on her and she couldn't get over it, so she got divorced in anger.

When I heard this, I quickly sighed: This ex-husband really doesn't know how lucky he is. He has such a virtuous, gentle and beautiful wife, but he still cheats on her. He is simply crazy. He also lamented that his wife was ugly and tyrannical, but she remained a virgin. I lament that God is unfair. A good man cannot have a good wife, and a good woman cannot have a good husband. Fortunately, the good man has entered the second-hand marriage market again and met a good second-hand woman. This is a perfect match.

From then on, he entered into a passionate love relationship with girl A. To say that they were in love would be an understatement, since after all, they had never even met each other. But it would be wrong to say that we were not in love, because every day A and I would chat on QQ for the whole night, and even after going to bed we would still send dozens of text messages to each other. The more we talk, the more excited we become. The more we talk, the more we feel we have in common. The more we talk, the more we feel that we should have met each other earlier. So, I am not afraid of meeting you, but I am looking forward to it.

The long-awaited day has finally arrived! In fact, before this day, I had the urge to meet girl A in advance. But, I have promised you that we will meet in a week. A gentleman’s word is as good as gold. I don’t want to lose my credibility so quickly. Therefore, I would rather endure the torment of missing her and imagine her as the heroine in a masturbation movie, and wait until the day of the scheduled meeting. There's nothing I can do. I've been a stubborn person since I was a child and I can't change it.

It was mid-March. Early spring in Beijing is often windy and sandy, but that day it was sunny and the bright sunshine shining on my body was slightly warm. That afternoon, Ms. A and I met in Tuancheng, Beihai as agreed. Since the two sides had video chatted every day before and had memorized each other's appearance, they didn't need to use any secret codes like "dragon covering the sky and tiger covering the earth" or "pagoda suppressing river monster" when they met. They recognized each other at a glance from a distance.

Ms. A was wearing a maroon mid-length coat and a pair of black suede boots with very high heels that day. She is tall, with pretty features, flowing curly hair and an elegant gait. When I saw her walking towards me with a smile, my heart couldn't help but beat wildly: in previous videos, I only saw her facial features but didn't notice her figure. I didn't expect that she is still in such a great figure even though she is nearly middle-aged. She is almost the same as a young girl. It is really surprising.

However, when she came up to me and I took a closer look, her face looked more haggard than I had imagined.

It’s no wonder. How can a divorced middle-aged woman with children have a comfortable life? Therefore, this haggardness not only did not make me feel disappointed, but instead gave rise to a lot of pity.

As soon as we met, Ms. A looked at me with a smile, with a look of satisfaction and expectation, which touched me a lot. I thought: Maybe this is fate, a good unlucky woman met me, I should cherish her.

The two chatted for a long time, and the topics covered a wide range of topics, including ideals, life, love, the future, career, and children. They only missed talking about the favorable international and domestic situations. It felt like they had met too late. It's really strange. Before I got divorced, I would consciously avoid women when I saw them, and I would stammer for a long time when talking to female colleagues and couldn't say a coherent sentence. How come I was so cheerful and talkative when I met woman A? Maybe girl A and I are really destined to be together.

Before we knew it, “the sunset is so beautiful, but it is near dusk.” While we were talking enthusiastically, I felt a little hungry, so I suggested that girl A go for some Western food, and she readily agreed. Because it felt good and we wanted to try some romance, I took her to a western restaurant near Houhai. I have been there several times before. The environment, style and food are all good, and it is suitable for romance.

The two of them ate and chatted, still talking fluently.

While eating, I found something interesting: Girl A seemed to eat more than a grown man like me. I had smoked several cigarettes after finishing my meal, but Girl A was still wolfing down the shrimps.

After dinner, I drove A home. Before going upstairs, Ms. A turned around and looked at me with a smile. I'm not being too sentimental, I just think this glance is really meaningful.

I thought that girl A liked me (to be honest, I also liked girl A), and I went back happily to think about the future progress. But the next day, girl A gave me a big blow.

That day I was chatting with her on QQ, and she suddenly told me that she already had someone in her heart and she felt very sorry.

Damn, what is going on? Oh, so you are a freeloader? That's not right. There's no need to go through so much trouble and talk for so long just to get a buffet that costs a hundred dollars, right? After hearing Ms. A's death sentence against me, I suddenly felt confused and hard to accept and understand.

I really can't accept dying in such an inexplicable way. It's like snowing in June, more unfair than Dou E's death. No, I have to appeal to Justice Bao.

Seeing that I typed several “?” signs in a row, Ms. A patiently explained: Before me, she met a big boss. How big is the boss? The kind that drives a Mercedes, does business with foreigners, and lives in a top-notch luxury house. Compared with a small clerk like me who drives a Vios, does business with Chinese people and lives in an apartment building, the living conditions of this big boss are like heaven and earth.

Damn, you already have a big boss, what are you trying to trick me with? Seeing the cooked duck fly away, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken and unable to cry.

Girl A was not in a hurry. She added: What she values ​​is character. Although the big boss is big, his character is not necessarily the best. Besides, there are so many big bosses chasing her that they can almost open a CEO club. This boss is nothing. So, she still wanted to get in touch with me, a seemingly honest and loyal man.

After hearing what Ms. A said, I really felt like the shoemaker who was favored by Princess Barbie. Damn, she has so many big bosses following her, but she is still picky about character. It seems like I have met a top-notch woman. Of course, this "best" is not derogatory, it means the best of human character and is a compliment.

So, with a broken and hopeful heart, I asked, "Will you still associate with me in the future?"

The top girl replied: "That depends on who has better character and whose feelings are more genuine between the two of you."

Well, they gave me a suspended death sentence, hoping to see the tortoise and the hare race and see what happens next.

Since this is the case, a glimmer of hope arises in my heart: Maybe this stupid turtle of mine can really outrun the rabbit. So, this tortoise licked the blood from the little wound in his heart, continued to get along and chat with girl A, and continued to participate in this love marathon.

The strange thing is that since then, Ms. A has told me the progress between her and her boss every day as if she were reporting her work progress. For example, the boss promised to send her son to an exclusive school, promised to buy her a sports car, promised to buy her a house in her name, and so on. She even told me about the day when the boss forcibly kissed her and touched her breasts.

Damn, who do you think I am? As I was left far behind Bugs Bunny in the competition, the more I listened, the more frustrated I felt, the more jealous I became, the angrier I became, and the less confident I became. One day, I couldn't stand it anymore and got angry. I told her: If you mention the big boss to me again, I will be out of the competition and put her on the blacklist.

Seeing that I was really angry, girl A quickly comforted me and said: She saw that I was honest and kind, and they hit it off right away, so she regarded me as a close friend; that’s why she was being partial to me and told me some details of the game in private, so that I could “know myself and the enemy, and win every battle.”

Hey, look at what you said, it's really soothing. Then why should I be so angry? I should cheer up and continue to participate in the competition.

The next half month was still spent chatting online and exchanging text messages. Ms. A didn't mention meeting again, and I felt embarrassed to make myself look bad.

However, Ms. A gradually began to call me more and more often to confide in me, saying that she felt that I, a tortoise, was a good and honest person, and that this made her feel secure; but she also felt that the big boss, Bugs Bunny, could provide her with a better life, and she was torn. She often started crying while talking, and her crying made it hard not to believe that she was truly suffering inside.

Seeing this, I had to comfort her quickly and said: Don't cry, this turtle won't put pressure on you; we just met and we don't have any emotional foundation; if you think the turtle is good, then choose the turtle; if you think Bugs Bunny is good, then choose Bugs Bunny, it's very easy; I won't be sad if you don't choose me, after all, he is the big boss, he can provide you more than me, you can't refuse to accept it.

However, Ms. A kept crying on the phone for such a long time that I couldn't help but be infected by her emotions. I met her and fell in love with her, so I invested in her with the dream of spending my whole life with her. Unexpectedly, Bugs Bunny showed up and almost shattered my dream. I naturally felt very bad. Especially when my opponent is a Bugs Bunny in a Mercedes-Benz flying around Paris, New York, London and Sydney, and he dares to give my dream lover a house, a car and an aristocratic school just by opening his mouth. I really don’t have this ability. When I think about it, I feel like I have been working for more than ten years and only earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a month. It’s really pathetic.

With this feeling of helplessness, disappointment, and unwillingness, I found a childhood friend named Junzi who was engaged in real estate development and was also a big boss, and asked him for advice. In my entire life, I have only met one woman, my ex-wife, so I don’t understand what other women think. This guy is often in the love field and has seen a lot of women, so he should know women's mentality. So, I want to ask him to be my love consultant, or in other words, my military strategist.

One night, I invited Junzi out to eat Korean barbecue, and we talked while drinking and smoking. After listening to my statement and looking at the photo of Ms. A, Junzi said: "Shoujie, I think you can definitely pick up this bitch, don't worry, but I think you'd better not get too involved."

Junzi's words surprised me as I was already extremely worried. I stared at her with my eyes wide open, and asked a series of questions: "Ah? Why? Why do you think I can definitely get her? Why don't you let me put in the effort? What do you mean?"

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"Ha, ha ha..." Junzi laughed out loud after hearing my story, and then asked, "Ha, Shoujie, do you believe this too?"

"What's the matter?" I was puzzled by Junzi's question: "This is an emotional self-narration, people are talking about their emotional experiences..."

"Bullshit emotional experience, that's YY, just listen to her." Junzi curled his lips in disdain and said, "Shoujie, you have to understand that when women talk about emotions, it's different from you talking about computer language. You are used to either 0 or 1, but they are not. Don't think that what they say is what they really experienced; don't think that what they say is really credible. Women don't follow reality, but follow feelings, or in other words, follow illusions."

"Huh? What do you mean?" I was confused by Junzi's words.

"Well, let me do the math with you." Seeing that I was adamant, Junzi counted on his fingers and said something else: "Do the math. The woman you mentioned had an eight-year marriage history. Even if she got married at the age of 23, she would still be 31 when she divorced. She would still be 33 two years after the divorce. But she found a 28-year-old sunny boss who is young, handsome, tall, strong, rich, knowledgeable, well-educated, patient, generous, loyal, devoted, gentle, romantic, considerate, hardworking, and obedient. He also finds ways to coax the older sister who is five years older than her, and also finds ways to coax her five- or six-year-old son. Look, the boss is here to coax two people at once. Haha, is that possible?"

"Why not?" I looked at Junzi in surprise and asked back.

"Then we need to see what she has. Age? A slut? Second-hand? Bad temper?" Junzi continued to ask a series of questions with a disdainful tone, then looked at me, stuffed another mouthful of roasted beef into his mouth, and said while chewing: "Just like the woman A you just said you knew, how many years of youth are left? Who does this old cabbage stalk think she is? A young returned overseas boss likes her? Haha, you are daydreaming, right? At such an old age, not to mention that the overseas returnees would not like her, even a country bumpkin like me who has never studied abroad would not like her. Shoujie, you too, take women's words too seriously. You have to understand that what women say is often not fact, but fantasy. This 28-year-old sunny, rich and perfect man is a character imagined by these complaining women. Such a perfect man, let alone they want to sleep with him, damn, if I were a gay, I would sleep with him, haha."

"But maybe there is love between them? It's not uncommon for a man to love a woman more than his kingdom. Besides, the man has studied abroad, so maybe he doesn't mind that the woman has a child."

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"Then maybe...she has really found love?" Junzi's words were so sharp that I couldn't think of any rebuttal, so I asked hesitantly.

Junzi shook his head and continued, "Shoujie, love is certainly not rational, but it is not groundless. You must have something to attract others before there will be love. What is so attractive about this woman? A 28-year-old man is different from an 18-year-old silly boy. A 28-year-old man considers things very practically, and he is more practical every day. That woman may have some remaining beauty that can attract him to sleep with her, but it is impossible to last forever and talk about marriage. Why? On the outside, she is no longer young, and she is getting worse day by day; on the inside, she has a bad temper. She still needs a man to coax her at such an old age. She is uneducated and she treats an old lady as a young girl too much, right? I think the fate of this woman is at most that the big boss will play with her for a few days and then kick her. This kind of self-righteous divorced old gun woman usually uses the big boss who played with her before to fool people. No one really believes it except a fool like you."

"Are you saying that the big boss that Miss A told me about was fake? He was setting me up?" After hearing Junzi's words, I began to doubt my own judgment and couldn't help but continue asking questions.

"Of course it's fake. This woman created this character to inflate her status. She's trying to trick you. Shoujie, this woman is not worth your investment."

Just like that, Junzi made an expert appraisal of the big boss mentioned by Ms. A as "purely fake". Then he glanced at the photo and said, "Well, she's not bad looking. If you really want to have sex with her, you can. Just be decisive when you kick her, and don't hesitate."

"You're wrong." I took a sip of wine and shook my head, trying to overturn Junzi's identification results. In my mind, Ms. A is a holy goddess, even more holy than Joan of Arc, so I cannot agree with Junzi's expert opinion in any way:

"You're wrong, I don't think she is that kind of person. She has said many times that what she cares about most is character. The reason why she gets along with me even though she has a big boss shows that although she cares about money, she cares more about character. I can understand that a woman cares about material conditions. After all, women are the weak and want to find someone to rely on; but the fact that she cares so much about character shows that her own character is pretty good. A truly materialistic woman doesn't care about the other person's character at all. I think my own character is okay. I don't have bad intentions and I never hurt anyone. But my strength is indeed not as good as that of the big boss. But if I give up like this, I will also be unwilling. Alas, man proposes, God disposes. If she is willing to choose me, I will definitely treat her well." Having said that, I stretched out a finger and pointed in the air to show my firm belief.

"Shoujie, you've been a stay-at-home for so many years and your ex-wife has made you stupid." Junzi looked at me with sympathy and said, "You've been tied up by those little household chores and you don't know what's going on in this world. In fact, you and I are both in a lewd world, I know, but you don't. Because you're too fucking CJ (CJ, Internet language, meaning "pure", but with irony), so you use your CJ mentality to guess others, and feel that others are just as CJ as you. Just like when you looked at your ex-wife before, you thought that if you treated her well, she would definitely treat you well, but the result was this. People are very different from each other, don't judge others by yourself, otherwise you will suffer. By the way, are your parents in good health? I haven't visited the two old people for a long time. I originally planned to go during the Spring Festival this year, but I didn't go because I was busy. When I'm free, I'll go to Huilongguan with you to visit the old people."

"Well, sure. It depends on when you have time."

"Do your parents know about this?" Junzi asked again.

"I don't know. I haven't told them yet. It's still early in the story, so what can I tell them?"

"Yes, don't tell them. Your parents worry about you all the time. You can't take this girl seriously and provoke them. It will make the old people feel that it is a disgrace to the family." Junzi advised.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you just got divorced, so you won't believe me even if I tell you. Just figure it out slowly. The more you see and encounter, the more you will figure it out. Anyway, I still say the same thing, you can definitely pick up this bitch, but don't be too involved, don't be soft, I will dump you when I have to.

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