Chapter 126: Sheep Chasing Adventure

Chapter 126: Sheep Chasing Adventure

Chapter 126: Sheep Chasing Adventure

Wang Zixu read the note five or six times, then sat down dejectedly and fell on the soft sofa.

He was in the dining room when he read the note, and the sofa was in the living room. From the time he finished reading the note to the time he sat down on the sofa, he had no memory of the whole process, just like a piece of film that someone had carefully cut off a section of and spliced ​​the two ends together.

In fact, after reading the note, his perception of time became fragmented. In the last second, he saw that it was bright outside the window, and in the next second, he found that it was dark; he was still holding the note, and in the next second, the note disappeared. He didn't know what he was doing, nor did he know what to do next. The logic of life was completely disrupted.

The wife left and told me not to look for her or contact her.

What happened to her? Why did she leave? Where was she going? Where would she live in the days ahead? How would he live in the future?
All the problems made him feel confused and powerless.

This scene reminded him of the moment when Comrade Wang Jianguo collapsed when he saw the note left by his mother when he returned home as a child. Unexpectedly, many years later, he himself would be in the scene and change his role to become the leading actor.

This may be what Nietzsche called "eternal return." The universe is a huge rotor.

Being a bystander and being a witness, the feelings when facing the same thing are completely different. When he was a child, his mother's departure did not cause a huge uproar in his heart. In fact, he could not understand the connotation of this matter at that time. It was not until later that he was slowly taught by life what "mother is gone" means.

However, when he was abandoned, he felt its destructive power: it was a black fog that was like a lead block hanging over his head, as if it was about to descend and swallow him up at any time. His wife's departure was not only meaningless, but also a denial of his entire person and even his entire life.

Wang Zixu went to the bathroom to wash his face, then sat on the dark sofa to rest. After a long time, he came back to his senses and began to think about the matter seriously.

The first thing that came to his mind was: Why did his wife run away from home?

The reason why my mother ran away from home was simple and obvious: she couldn't stand living with Comrade Wang Jianguo and had better options.

Before the note that finally detonated the whole story appeared, this ending had been long foreshadowed. At that time, Wang Zixu remembered that his parents quarreled day and night, and the family relationship was on the verge of breaking up. Even the neighbors next door could see that the family was in danger.

However, the sudden departure of Wang Zixu's wife was unexpected and even inexplicable. The day before, they were still happy.

He still remembered that he drove Ye Lan's Audi to pick up his wife, which surprised her. She asked him angrily why he bought a car without asking her.

He told her (not without complacency) that this car was lent to him by a friend and he drove it here specially to show his wife. If she liked it, she could get an Audi instead of a Porsche, which would save her a lot of money. His wife got in the car and was very happy afterwards.

Of course, he concealed the gender of his friend. The fragrance in Ye Lan's car, the sparkling pendant hanging on the front windshield, the cute bear doll tied to the seat... these decorations that reveal the gender of the car owner have been put away by him in advance.

They discussed whether to have seafood or barbecue for dinner. Wang Zixu advocated seafood because he had made a small fortune recently and deserved a lavish meal. His wife thought that all seafood was untrustworthy because of the recent discharge of nuclear waste water from Japan into the sea. Besides, she was preparing for pregnancy, and trust was the most important thing.

Wang Zixu said that if seafood is not trustworthy, then barbecue is not trustworthy either. The Japanese should be suspected, and the fish and shrimp are innocent. Because of his objection, his wife and he had a temper for a while, but they finally agreed to eat Thai food.

His wife asked him again, you said you made a small profit just now, how much money was it? The prince concealed the 80 yuan and told his wife that he made more than yuan in one go, of which yuan was a bonus. His wife covered her mouth in surprise for a long time, which made him very satisfied.

All in all, they had discussed food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even preparing for pregnancy. Everything was moving in a good direction, and there was no reason for his wife to disappear.

Although after this analysis he found that he did have many secrets from his wife, he chose to conceal them from his wife for the harmony and stability of the family, and he had a clear conscience.

If you tell your wife that your car was borrowed from a woman, and that you also lent her money, and that all your more than one million yuan was earned from her, she will definitely be furious. Even if she is not angry, she will be suspicious. Suspicion will murder a marriage.

Even if his wife had known these secrets, she would not have left without saying a word, bid farewell to his life, and not even give him a chance to defend himself. He did not deserve this.

"It's simple. She cheated on me."

Sartre emerged from the darkness, his small pipe in his mouth, and greeted him: "Long time no see."

Wang Zixu glanced at him and disagreed with his conclusion from the bottom of his heart, and he did not show him the same enthusiasm as he would towards an old friend.

Sartre said: "Of course, the word 'cheating' is not very accurate. The relationship between you and your wife is a bit like the relationship between me and Beauvoir. There is no legal contractual relationship. To use the words of you Chinese, she 'changed her heart'."

Wang Zixu said: "Impossible."

Sartre took a puff of his cigarette and said, "If you deny this only possibility out of male dignity, I think my experience may be able to help you: I have always believed that the institution of marriage is not sacred, it is just an institution. Since it is an institution, there will be a day when it is legislated and implemented, and there will also be a day when it will cease to be implemented. The stone pillar code is still there today, but it is no longer in Babylon.

"That's what Beauvoir and I did. I agreed that she had many other partners, and she agreed that I did the same. She was openly described as a 'slut' by many people, but I didn't mind at all and still regarded her as my only soul mate for life.

"Passion is passion, companionship is companionship, I separate these two things very clearly. I want to remind you that the blooming period of sexual attraction is very short, and it will soon disappear as you get older. As for you, this age is just the golden age when you are most attractive, and it is the stage when the flowers are ready to be picked.

"There is no time to be depressed. Hurry up and dress up, comb your hair, put on clean and tidy clothes, go out now, pick a girl you like, and start a new life with her. Let those who leave go, and you must be ready to welcome the arrival of new people at any time. As long as you move fast enough, the sadness of life will never catch up with you."

Wang Zixu turned to him and spread his hands towards him: "I think you are very unkind. And I am a very kind person. If I knew that Beauvoir was cursed because of me, I would not be able to say that the right thing to do is to marry her as soon as possible. I don't know why you keep pestering me. You and I are not the same kind of people. I am already very annoying, and you make me even more annoying!"

"You should calm him down a little," said the little prince. "Not everyone will accept your theories."

Well, I don't know where this person came from.

Sartre said: "Maybe I took a big step, but my heart was good, and my purpose was to save him from the brink of inner collapse."

The little prince said: "Come on, philosophy can never save people. Reason is the enemy of emotion. When there is inner trauma, the more rational you think, the more likely you are to hurt yourself. In his case, the only thing that can truly heal his heart is a warm hug from the opposite sex."

Sartre spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I'm a man, and I don't have this ability from a physiological function."

The two chatted at Wang Zixu's home. Wang Zixu put his fingers into his hair, his thoughts were in a mess, and he concentrated his attention to sort out a small part of his thoughts.

First and foremost, the most clear thing is that his wife left him, just like his mother left his father. The reason is unclear, the cause is unknown. She just left.

His wife left a note, which means she disappeared of her own accord. She also said, don't look for her, don't contact her. Wang Zixu took out his cell phone and wanted to call his wife, but was reminded that the number was not in service. He also tried to contact his father-in-law and mother-in-law, but no one answered the phone. No one was willing to come forward to give him an explanation.

But on the bright side, part of his salary and savings are in his wife's bank account, including her own savings. Since she has money, there is no need to worry about her, she will take care of herself.

The only problem was that I was left alone.

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly. Damn it, isn't this the same as Haruki Murakami's literature about finding his wife?

In many of Haruki Murakami's books, his wife runs away at the beginning, and then the protagonist begins his own adventure. If he had taken this experience as an example, he might have written a book like The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle or Killing Commendatore.

Of course, if it is a novel, the wife's departure can only be regarded as a motive, and the focus is on the subsequent adventure. He came up with an idea: he could let the protagonist walk along the traces of his wife's life, let him explore his wife's past, and constantly approach the core of his wife (which is also the core of the marriage), and in the protagonist's journey, connect the changes in China over the past 20 years.

The tentative title of the book is "Adventures in Search of Wife". This name sounds very rustic, and it is indeed very rustic. It is a tribute to Murakami's "Adventures in Search of a Sheep". "Goat-chasing" and "adventure" together have a sense of linguistic alienation, while "searching for wife" is not the same thing. So this is just a tentative name, and it will definitely be changed in the future.

He roughly estimated the number of words. If he was more restrained, he could write 20 words. If he was more concise, he could reduce it to 15 words. But that would certainly raise the reading threshold. Then the book would be hard to sell.

Wang Zixu came back to his senses and suddenly smiled bitterly. His wife had left, but he was still here thinking about how to write a novel. If his wife knew, what would she think? He slapped himself hard.

The phone rang and I quickly picked it up, only to see on the screen that the caller was Zuo Ziliang.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you reply to all the messages I sent you? Tonight is the last live broadcast before the terms are changed. You set the time. Did you forget?"

Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back: "I'll be right over."

He stood up, felt dizzy, and lay back on the sofa.

"No, I may not be able to come today. I encountered an emergency here. My wife ran away from home." Wang Zixu lay on the sofa and smiled bitterly.

"Your wife ran away from home?"

Zuo Ziliang was shocked, but then he calmed down and asked, "Did you call the police?"

"She left me a note asking me not to look for her or contact her."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Zuo Ziliang said, "Do you know what the reason is?"

"I have no idea. I have no clue."

"Cheating?"

"Unlikely. I've never seen her interacting with anyone of the opposite sex."

"Did she take any of your property?"

"The bulk of my assets are in my own hands."

Zuo Ziliang thought for a while and said, "Then you should come over."

"what?"

"Today is the final blow to the Qingyan app. You must come here in person," Zuo Ziliang said. "It's not important that your wife left. She wanted to leave, and you didn't force her to leave. If you really want to find her, you can look for her later, but if you miss the last live broadcast tonight, can you afford it?"

Wang Zixu found it unbelievable. He used to think that Zuo Ziliang was just too rational, but not a bad person. He would exploit people when he should, and let go when he should. He was a man who could do great things. But he didn't expect that he could say such a thing.

When someone else's wife left, he could calmly say "it's not important". If this is not important, what else is important?
"You know what? If it weren't for my wife, I wouldn't have met you, wouldn't have become a scriptwriter, and wouldn't have chosen to be the Little Prince. I have a friend who said that family is a safe haven in life. I didn't understand it before, until my wife passed away. I could feel it a little bit. How can you be so unsympathetic?"

Zuo Ziliang said, "Bullshit, what kind of a bullshit safe haven is family? You don't want to be a scriptwriter, do you think I want to be a businessman? If you weren't forced by your family, your aunts and uncles, your relatives, if you weren't a bunch of wailing trash pressing you down, would you be willing to work hard to move forward? Now that your safe haven has collapsed, so what? Even if your wife runs to the ends of the earth, you won't die!"

Wang Zixu hung up his phone and sat quietly on the sofa.

Sartre said, "You know what? He's right."

Wang Zixu said: "Shut up."

Half an hour later, Zuo Ziliang came to his house, blew his whistle in the yard, and shouted:
"Little Prince! Get down here!"

Wang Zixu hurried to the balcony and made a hushing gesture to Zuo Ziliang downstairs, telling him to stop making noise. Zuo Ziliang smiled coldly, then went upstairs and knocked on his door.

He knew that he would not have a peaceful day today, so he opened the door and let Zuo Ziliang in. The bald man was wearing a leather jacket, and as soon as he entered the door, he pinched his nose:
"What does this smell like?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come in. I don't want the neighbors to see you standing at my door."

Zuo Ziliang's appearance makes him look suspicious. If Wang Zixu wakes up tomorrow and his neighbors ask him who the little prince is, he might even want to kill him.

Zuo Ziliang walked in, with his hands behind his back: "Where is the light? Why don't you turn on the lights at home? I thought you were not at home."

He casually pressed the switch next to him, and after seeing the scene inside the house clearly, he took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)