Chapter 274: A Couple’s Fight
Seeing Ximen Chuimaopi’s perseverance and sincere apology.
I slowly walked downstairs and waved; “Go back. If you still have this heart after three years, and if we have fate, then come find me again.”
Ximen Chuimaopi looked up at me, kowtowed again, and then left without a word, turning to go.
It’s useless to say more; if you have the intention, it’s never too late.
After this small episode concluded, my life returned to its usual calm.
I would drink a little alcohol daily and eat some peanuts; this little life was quite happy.
The only drawback of drinking alcohol is that long-term consumption can affect the spleen’s function of transforming dampness: drinking alcohol or iced alcoholic beverages can easily damage the spleen and stomach, affecting the spleen’s function of transforming dampness, thereby exacerbating dampness.
This requires exercises such as running, brisk walking, swimming, yoga, Tai Chi, and dancing to promote the body’s metabolic function and accelerate the excretion of dampness.
And I am a bit lazy, and the body tempering part always feels troublesome; occasionally, during meditation, I sweat due to internal heat, which dissipates the dampness. This heat is not uncomfortable, nor is it intense, but rather a gentle warmth that automatically expels dampness in an absolutely calm state.
One day, having nothing to do, I sat idly at the entrance of a tea shop in the park and happened to encounter a couple fighting. The man looked about forty years old, and the woman was likely in her mid-thirties.
We don’t know the specifics of why, but I saw the woman holding a kitchen knife, cursing and carrying on; it was clear she wasn’t easy to deal with.
The man seemed somewhat in the wrong, and I didn’t know what he had done to cause them to fight so openly in public.
The woman waved the kitchen knife, gesturing towards the man, and cursed, “You scumbag Chen Shimei, I’ve been with you since I was a teenager, don’t you have any conscience? Our life just got stable for a few days, and you’re messing around outside? Fuck your mother, I was truly blind as a dog’s eye to have fancied you!”
The man blocked the kitchen knife with his hand, backing away repeatedly, and retorted, “Can you, you stinking woman, still be reasonable? We’re already divorced, and you still want to control me? Is it not over?”
You were like this even before the divorce, always complaining and getting angry at me endlessly over this and that, and even hitting me with things every few days. Now that we’re divorced, I can do whatever I want, and you can’t control me!”
“Who says I can’t control you after we’re divorced? I worked hard to give birth to the child for you and diligently helped raise them, so what? Now that we’re divorced, you don’t take me seriously anymore? Don’t you have any conscience? Don’t you have any heavenly justice?”
The woman, agitated, tried to reason with the man using unreasonable words.
The man said, “You have conscience? Back then, I worked from dawn till dusk, toiling hard to earn money to support the family, not daring to eat or wear much. Every month, except for a little money to buy cigarettes for myself, I gave all the rest to you. And you, as soon as the child was a little older, you directly asked my mother to help raise them, while you went out playing mahjong every day. Is this how you live a good life?”
“And you? Which day do you not drink? What kind of person who lives a good life is like you, drinking all day long? Not only do you spend money, but if you ruin your health, who will earn money to support the family?”
Hearing this, the man was so amused he laughed; “How much money can I spend on alcohol? I only buy the cheapest loose liquor. Besides, I work so hard all day, what’s wrong with drinking a little to relieve fatigue? Am I not contributing money to the household, or messing around outside? Aren’t you controlling me a bit too much?”
“Besides, fuck your mother, you’re stopping me from drinking not because you’re afraid for my health, but because you’re afraid I won’t be able to earn money if I ruin my health. Are you even human?”
“Why am I not human? Although I said that, wasn’t it for your own good? Besides, if you really ruin your health and can’t earn money, what about the child? Since the child was born, I stayed at home day and night for several years. Now that they are a little older and your mother can help watch them, what’s wrong with me going out occasionally to relax?”
“You call that occasional? Which day do you not go out to play? Don’t think I don’t know, sometimes you play until midnight without coming home. This is also because I’m usually away, and the child is still young and needs care, otherwise, I would have divorced you long ago.”
“Anyway, I don’t care. Even if we’re divorced, you can’t find anyone else and must give me money like before, otherwise, don’t expect me to help you watch the child again!”
“Is the child mine alone? Isn’t it yours too? Why should I be the only one to put in the effort?”
“Then haven’t I put in effort? You paid the money, but I also spent so much time taking care of them! If I went out to make money, who would take care of the child? Your mother, like that, doesn’t even know how to mix milk powder for the child. Once the child was a little older, and she could take care of them, she still couldn’t get it right, and the child was always getting a fever or a headache. Can I not watch them?”
“You watch them? You watch your grandmother’s leg! Ever since the child was weaned, my mother has been taking care of them. Do you have any shame?”
The more they argued, the more agitated they became. The woman, unable to contain her anger, swung the knife towards the man’s head.
With three “clangs” of the kitchen knife hitting the skull, the man’s head felt hot, and bright red human blood flowed down his cheek.
He covered his head, looking at the woman with an expression of disbelief, and pointed at her, saying;
“You actually dared to hit me!”
Immediately after, the man, having reacted, shouted for help;
“Help! Someone, come quickly! Murder!”
But after shouting a couple of times, he sat down on the ground, starting to feel dizzy, not knowing if it was from fear or blood loss.
The woman was also in a fit of rage, and the evil qi generated by her anger became more intense between her eyebrows.
Seeing more and more onlookers, the unhappy woman directed her anger at everyone, pointing the knife at them and asking;
“What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a couple fight? All of you, get lost. If you keep looking, my mother will chop all of you too.”
I sat not far from the woman, watching it all expressionlessly, with no ripple in my heart.
I don’t know what kind of medicine this woman took, but whoever she pointed the knife at would flinch back, but when she pointed at me, I acted as if nothing was wrong, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a slow sip.
Seeing me like this, I don’t know how I offended her, but she walked directly in front of me and pointed the kitchen knife at me, asking, “What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a couple fight? If you keep looking, do you believe I’ll chop you too?”
I continued to look at her expressionlessly, without speaking.
I mean, I didn’t provoke her, did I? I was just having some tea and happened to be there, what does it have to do with me?
