WMWH Chapter 5

Sunny Weather | Saturday, July 5, 2019

For the first time yesterday, I didn’t kiss my wife goodnight at bedtime.

Because I was so sad. I was afraid that tears would drip on his face accidentally when I kissed him.

I also didn’t sleep with my wife in my arms as usual. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him when I saw his face.

My wife and I laid back to back.

It reminded me of a movie called ‘Brokeback Mountain.’

At the end of the movie, the male protagonist cried while holding a piece of clothing.

I felt I was worse off than the male protagonist, I didn’t even have a piece of clothing to cry with.

Just when I was thinking about whether to secretly hide a piece of my wife’s clothes, my wife suddenly spoke: Why do I feel a little cold?

I said: How about I turn up the air conditioner?

My wife said: Don’t turn it up then it will be hot.

I said: How about I add a quilt for you?

My wife said no to having two quilts as that would be too heavy.

I wanted to cry again, feeling that I was too useless and not a good husband, but my wife suddenly hugged my waist.

Are you unhappy today? my wife asked.

What I want to say was: I already know about you and your ex-boyfriend, and I am very unhappy. But the hot air my wife exhaled from holding me sprayed on my neck, and his chest was tightly pressed against my back. The was a constant warmth coming from him, and I was so happy that I felt like floating away, and I couldn’t even think of answering.

My wife didn’t speak, and his hand slowly slid down.

I didn’t wear underwear when I slept.

I swallowed and felt a little thirsty in my throat.

My wife said: How about doing it today?

I feel like in my head the firecrackers were setting off like during the New Year and holidays. I could no longer hear any other sounds and could only be led by the blazing pleasure.

I held my wife’s hand and thought of Brokeback Mountain again.

I felt that my wife was the hero, and I was just the piece of clothing that was crumpled in his arms.

Was I forgetting something again?

I love my wife.

Sunny Weather | Monday, July 7, 2019

Today was Monday and my wife had already gone to work.

We made an appointment to go out for dinner at 6 o’clock in the evening.

I went online and made a reservation at a restaurant. Later, when I thought about it and felt worried, I called again and asked if there was any “Luo Bin” among the waiters.

The front desk told me for sure that there was no waiter with that name in their restaurant.

I hung up the phone with satisfaction and continued drawing.

Halfway through the painting, I suddenly remembered a grim fact——

Although my wife has agreed to stay with me at night, what if he would go out to see Luo Bin at noon?

What if Luo Bin wanted to hold hands with my wife again, ride a bike, play ball, watch a movie, do homework, and ask my wife to dance for him?!

I felt a strong sense of crisis.

I felt that I couldn’t stay at home any longer. If I stayed any longer, my wife would probably run away with her ex-boyfriend.

I took the key, locked the door, and left.

Halfway through the drive, I realized that it was almost noon. My wife probably hadn’t eaten yet, so I went around to YaCuiXuan to get lunch. When the waiter helped me pack the bag, I was careful and deliberately only asked for one portion of rice and one serving of cutlery.

The place where my wife worked was a well-known art training centre in our city, which was quite easy to recognize. Before my wife married me, I always squatted secretly at the door to watch him.

Of course, while he commuted to and from get off work.

Later we got married, and I went in openly.

My wife’s colleagues and students were very warm toward me. But what I was afraid of was other people being enthusiastic towards me, especially when a group of people would be talking around me, I would always get nervous and anxious.

I felt that I was very embarrassing to my wife, and my wife didn’t like me staying there, so I rarely went there.

Fortunately, the girl at the front desk did not change. She still remembered me and told me that my wife was in the practice room. I said thank you to her.

No need to thank, Mr. Fang can come frequently, she said with a smile.

When I pushed the door open and walked in, a group of people in the room suddenly looked over.

I counted nineteen pairs of eyes and felt that my tongue was about to get knotted again, so I had to lift the bag hidden behind the handle to my wife.

Look! It’s Mr. Fang! I haven’t seen Mr. Fang for a long time!

Ah ah!! Look he’s really here He’s so handsome!

What are you doing? Keep practising, it’s not even lunchtime yet! My wife said to his students with a threatening face.

Why did you suddenly bring me food? My wife asked. He had just practised, and his forehead was shining.

I held the rice and said: I’m afraid you would go to Luo Bin if I didn’t come.

My wife was stunned for a while and then said: Why would I go to him?

Eat lunch.

What brain tonics¹腦補/ Brain Summpliment: In Internet buzzwords: it refers to supplementing certain plots in the mind, and fantasizing and imagining. are you filling up with again? My wife looks at me with folded arms.

I was a little anxious and said I had no brain tonic. He was your ex-boyfriend and you went to see him last time.

He was not my ex-boyfriend and we were never together, my wife said.

I said: But you like him, I saw a lot of photos of you two together.

But that was all in the past, my wife said.

I said: Did you say that you liked him before and then stopped liking him?

Yes, right! I don’t like him anymore.

Will you do the same to me in the future?

I’m married to you! Exclaimed my wife.

Even if you get married, you can dislike afterwards. You also liked your ex-boyfriend before.

He is not my ex-boyfriend!

But you like him.

But now I don’t like him anymore! I don’t like him, I don’t like him, I don’t like him, do you understand it or not?!!

I shook my head.

Then I made my wife cry in anger.

What should I do? It hurts so much.

I love my wife.

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  腦補/ Brain Summpliment: In Internet buzzwords: it refers to supplementing certain plots in the mind, and fantasizing and imagining.