The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

The big beauty Xu Yanran is standing in front of Xu Shaoting, her red lips are slightly parted, and Xu Shaoting's heart is trembling. In his eyes, there is no difference between a beautiful aunt and a tiger.

In the end, Xu Yanran just sighed and said, "You are a good boy, Shaoting."

Xu Shaoting opened his eyes wide, Xu Yanran stretched out her hand and touched his head, she swayed her skirt, sat back on the arhat chair, glanced at Mrs Zhang, and reluctantly boasted: "You didn't take the child It's too bad to teach."

Zhang's eyelids were lowered, and she didn't see much joy in Xu Yanran's admission. She glanced at her favorite son, showing a struggling expression, but she also made up her mind.

Mrs. Zhang lowered her head, and no one looked at her again.

She didn't look at her young and outstanding husband, nor did she look at her children, nor did she look at Xu Yanran.The woman lowered her head and stared at her palm-sized little feet. Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

This is always a bit dull, like a woman living in the late Qing Dynasty whispering: "I agree to divorce."

Xu Shaoting stopped when he went back to his room to sleep, and looked at Mrs. Zhang in surprise, not to mention him, the other three natives of this era and their understanding of Mrs. Zhang were more surprised than him.

Xu Yanran's face brightened, she jumped ahead of them and said, "You really agree to the divorce?"

Without waiting for Zhang's answer, Xu Yanran showed doubts: "Why did you agree to the divorce? Do you have any requirements?"

Even the aunt with whom she has the best relationship, Zhenzhen couldn't bear to stand in front of her mother, and said to Xu Yanran in disbelief: "Auntie, how can you talk like that!"

Xu Yanran didn't bother to answer Zhenzhen, she thought in her heart, it's only natural for me to think this way, I would be a fool if I think too well of people, this cannibalistic world doesn't allow simple people to live.

Xu Yanran only stared at Mrs. Zhang, Xu Huaiqing was also very surprised, he also stared at his wife, and told her aloud: "Have you thought about where you will go after you get divorced?"

Mrs. Zhang looked up at the young man and her husband. The two looked at each other, and found that each other's eyes were complicated, with all kinds of emotions, except that there was no emotion that a husband and wife should have.

The people present heard Zhang say in a low voice: "You all have a lot of ideas after reading Shaoting's novels, and I also have my own ideas."

Xu Yanran was quite surprised: "My brother asked you to read books before, but you couldn't bear to read."

Immediately, Xu Yanran showed a clear expression: "That's right, those articles are not as easy to understand as those written by Shaoting, let alone you, it's not easy for me to read them."

"What did you think of?" Xu Huaiqing interrupted his sister, and he looked straight at his wife.

Zhang seemed to have never expressed herself in front of others. She was used to being silent, and she put her hand on Zhenzhen's shoulder, which was standing in front of her, and only then mustered up some courage.

Everyone saw the woman with a bleak smile first, and she looked at the young man: "Brother Ting, fifth sister, is fifth sister me?"

With a swipe, everyone's eyes turned to the boy.Xu Shaoting found that after returning from Xu Huaiqing, his little heart has been shaking from time to time in the past two days, and he also smiled very bleakly.

In fact, as a writer, to be honest, whether it is Xu Yanran, Xu Huaiqing, or Zhang who raised the question, in his opinion, they have over-interpreted.

As the original author, he didn't think too much when he wrote it. He just wanted to pass this novel, hoping that Xu Huaiqing could understand: after divorce, Mrs. Zhang will die, either by suicide or by suicide.

This is the sole purpose of his writing this novel, who knew that so many viewpoints could be drawn out.If you have to talk about the prototype of Fifth Sister, you will also use Zhang's sister who died when she returned home.

Now facing everyone's eyes expecting the original author's answer, Xu Shaoting almost squeezed out his voice to explain: "The prototype is really not you."

Xu Yanran almost laughed out loud, and Mrs. Zhang lowered her head in shame, and she was too ashamed to say the following words.

"But it's also you." Xu Shaoting hurriedly added as if constipated.

Zhenzhen's whole face was wrinkled: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"It's you too." Xu Shaoting looked at Zhenzhen.

Zhenzhen's eyes widened: "Huh?"

Xu Shaoting looked at Xu Yanran, Xu Yanran seemed to understand something, she could not help but sit up straight, her expression gradually became serious.

Suddenly there was a slight heaviness in her heart, and before Xu Shaoting could speak, Xu Yanran said softly: "Fifth Sister, it's your mother, your sister, and me, your aunt."

"It's still every woman around me." Xu Shaoting nodded, "I didn't think about who she was when I wrote it, and now I have to give an explanation."

"Then, my answer is that she is every woman, from ancient times to the present, from the present to the future, from the past history to the present moment, every woman who has ever existed is Fifth Sister."

After Xu Shaoting finished speaking, he said that his heart was also very heavy. He thought that not only now, but also the era he came from a hundred years later, gender equality has not been realized. In the United States in the 21st century, men and women are still engaged in street work because of unequal pay for equal work. procession.

So, the only thing that is equal in this world is that everyone is not equal.

After hearing what her son said, Mrs. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and she boldly looked at Xu Huaiqing.Until this moment, when she clearly knew that she was about to lose her husband, she suddenly remembered more than ten years ago.

The handsome boy of fifteen or sixteen was holding a ruler, pretending to be a strict teacher of a private school, pointing at her misspelled word in distress: "Why is this word wrong again?"

The girl who was about 20 years old said timidly: "Whoever made it draw so many strokes, I said that I am not smart... You should let me see Brother Ting."

"Brother Ting is watched by his wife, you are not allowed to look at him until you finish learning these words today." The boy said, "Hold out your hand."

The girl was not afraid, she stretched out her hand, and the boy only hit her twice lightly, and after the spanking, he leaned over to blow two breaths in distress.

Xu Huaiqing complained when he was a teenager: "Sister, before I go to school in Japan, you must at least read the characters."

The young Mrs. Zhang pursed her lips and said shyly, "Brother Ting will grow up when you come back. You can teach two people together then."

Why did you come to this point?

Zhang looked at the young man in front of her, her husband who was about to lose, and shook her body. It was Zhenzhen who turned around and held her arm, and said anxiously: "Mom, you look so bad, do you want to go back to the room to rest?"

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, and couldn't bear to look at Xu Huaiqing anymore.He just said sadly: "I was wrong. Shaoting, you are indeed your father's child."

Xu Shaoting was baffled, why is he Xu Huaiqing's cub?

Mrs. Zhang cried again, but she was crying and laughing too. She choked up in pain and said, "I understand what you mean when you say that you can't close your eyes when you open them."

"It's just that I realized it too late." Mrs. Zhang pulled out the veil and pressed it on her eyelids. She cried sadly and laughed miserably.

Xu Huaiqing couldn't bear to take a step forward, then listened to his wife muttering something.

Mrs. Zhang wept and said, "Brother Qing...it's me...it's me who's sorry for you."

Xu Huaiqing was stunned for a moment, he no longer had the slightest love for Mrs. Zhang, only the responsibility between husband and wife remained.

The younger sister Xu Yanran said that Mrs. Zhang was not good enough for him, but her daughter Zhenzhen didn't say anything, she also thought so in her heart, and sometimes she couldn't hide it on her face.There are more people around, knowing that he has little feet bound in the country, has never read a book and went to school, and his wife is four years older than him, and they look at him with sympathy.

He also thought that he was the most benevolent and righteous to the Zhang family. Eight out of ten men who went abroad to study had domestic wives, and eight out of ten of them, like him, married feudal traditional women with bound feet. .

Most of these men met the same girls studying abroad after studying abroad, and many divorced when they went back. They called this practice a break with tradition and liberate the old culture.

Xu Huaiqing thinks that the old-style marriage is wrong, but it doesn't stop him from thinking that these compatriots are shameless. He has never betrayed Mrs. Zhang. Even if he has no love, he still has children, and he has the responsibility of being a father.

He watched Mrs. Zhang in the back house, year after year, becoming more and more like rotten wood that lost its moisture.I would also think in my heart, I have fulfilled my responsibility to her, but who will be responsible for my marriage?

Xu Huaiqing didn't think it was Zhang's fault either. In his opinion, they were all just victims of blind marriage in traditional marriage.

Now hearing Zhang's sorry, Xu Huaiqing felt a little dazed.

He thought almost incomprehensibly: Wu, you have nothing to do to me.

Xu Huaiqing stretched out his hand to pin a lock of Zhang's hair, saw her crying sadly, shook his head and smiled wryly: "I thought a lot last night, after much deliberation, Shaoting is 16 years old."

Xu Shaoting, who came over to pat Zhang's back and silently comforted her, glanced at cheap father, not knowing what kind of moth he was going to make.

I heard cheap dad say: "I have also served as husband and wife for 17 years."

"I think, let's forget it."

Xu Shaoting, Zhang Shi, and Zhenzhen were all thinking about what to do, but Xu Huaiqing took out a pocket watch, checked the time, and hurriedly said goodbye with his suit jacket in his hand. It was Xu Yanran who explained what he said.

It's the divorce.

Xu Yanran cocked her orchid fingers, holding the novel written by Xu Shaoting in a rather precious manner, and marveled: "The Xu family can still have a gentleman who can write novels, is this a tiger father without a son?"

Xu Shaoting thought to himself: My dear father died a long time ago, don't count my advantages on my cheap father.

Xu Yanran looked at him again: "Forget about the divorce, anyway, my brother doesn't plan to marry again. He said that he will devote the rest of his life to his ideals."

"You don't have to be so nervous." Xu Yanran glanced at Zhenzhen who couldn't hide her joy, and said bitterly, "You can't learn from your brother, why can't you hide things on your face?"

When Xu Shaoting heard this "good news", he didn't daydream about a novel to change Xu Huaiqing's mind.

He originally planned to discuss the terms of the divorce. After all, the white people are divorced. Does the ex-husband still have to pay alimony to his wife? Xu Huaiqing should learn from such a new culture.

"Then, isn't my novel written for nothing?" Xu Shaoting was so sleepy that his head ached and he tried his best, "Why did you change your mind?"

Xu Yanran poked her nephew with her finger, and said in a resentful tone: "It's not because of you, my brother said, Shaoting is right, this marriage is not just his marriage with his sister-in-law, there are also children in it. You can't just think about yourself, but also respect the wishes of the children."

"No, I gave up the idea of ​​divorce."