Long-term coexistence between the opposite sex will inevitably produce a subtle emotion for each other, of course, that emotion is not limited to love. Like Chen Zhujun, who regards Wang Can as a loving father, has great respect for him in all aspects, and has a kind of awe that is close to worship in medicine, so everything in front of him shows a kind of obedient tameness, a kind of dependence of a child on his parents. This kind of meekness and dependence on the tenderness and shyness of the girl when she first set foot in the world is undoubtedly like a very lethal *, which pushes Wang Can's inexplicable love for Chen Zhujun secretly into a bottomless quagmire.

The two are not together except for sleeping at night, and they are inseparable during the day. The kind of tacit understanding between the old and the young who revitalize the family business, if there are no extraneous branches, is of course a good thing in life. But nine times out of ten, life has been unsatisfactory, and the beautiful talk of the father-in-law preaching and daughter-in-law expanding the family business has been interpreted into a sad story in that old house.

At the beginning of the tragic story, it is necessary to describe the scene in which the characters are at that time. Wang Can's house with a unique style is in the last row of the ancient buildings known as "Little Nanjing". After 300 years of erosion, it has been mottled. The exterior walls around the house have turned white in some places, green in some places, and yellow in others; The painted beacon walls at both ends of the eaves are high, some of which have broken corners; Some of the stone carved couplets on the corner gate are difficult to read, but the deep alleys and narrow passages paved with stone slabs are still crisp and shining in the evolution of the long years. The light poured into the dark room through the narrow gaps in the eaves, and it was always unbright.

The house is four rows of three rooms, and after Chen Zhujun got married, Wang Can had to vacate the room and return to Xiao Yuting's room. Unexpectedly, less than half a month after he moved in, he was scolded out of the room by Xiao Yuting. Perhaps not all women are naturally rude and brutal, and the roughness of most women's personalities may be a gift from the monotonous and boring life of day after day. Like Xiao Yuting, she was a lively and slender girl in her girlhood, kind and gentle, tall and fair-skinned. She and Wang Can were made a pair by the matchmaker, and they were also called Jinyu Liangyuan by the people around them at that time. The difference in the division of labor after marriage has completely honed her into a female man. Wang Can guards his pharmacy every day and rarely cares about her work. She not only takes care of all the housework at home, but also takes care of most of the rough work in the fields. She spent half of her life in boring activities such as turning the soil, hoeing, fertilizing, and removing insects. When she hit the busy season, she also led the oxen to plow the field - the courage of a female man who is not afraid of the sky and the earth can be compared with those goddesses who are walking the red carpet to receive the award. The long-term rough work and heavy work twisted her thin waist into a bucket waist, her slender fingers grinded into curved fingers with prominent joints, her white face became bronzed, and her clear eyes became cloudy. She has short hair that can't be shorter, wears clothes that can't be more simple, does things in a hurry, and speaks roughly. Her form may be seen as a romantic poem in the eyes of a romantic poet, but in the eyes of a novelist who criticizes reality, it may be a heart-wrenching tragedy.

The couple has been separated for more than a decade, and each has become accustomed to the single life. Putting them together in the same bed instead makes them each uncomfortable. Xiao Yuting used the usual style of scolding four people to death in three sentences, and after half a sentence, Wang Can was so angry that he rolled out of the room. There were three beds in the whole house—one at the back of the ensuite on the left and one at the back of the house, and one in the small room at the back of the hall. The house on the left is owned by Xiao Yuting, and the house on the right is occupied by Chen Zhujun. The front room of the house on the left is the kitchen, and the room in front of the house on the right is the pharmacy. Wang Can's room was a small room at the back of the hall, and there was a door on each side of his house leading to Xiao Yuting and Chen Zhujun's bedroom, and the head of the bed was only separated from Chen Zhujun's house by a wall.

If a person has not dealt with a pervert, or has not seen the way a pervert behaves, then he will not be able to comprehend the weight of the word pervert.

The ancestral Chinese medicine practitioner who tried his best to relieve people's pain was busy with Chen Zhujun in the dim room every day, and the limited area of the house would inevitably cause some unintentional skin-to-skin contact with each other. Chen Zhujun has a pair of fat hands without tendons, although the back of the hand is fat, the fingers are as slender as bamboo shoots. Anything will be done well through her fat hands, and that effortless appearance will make people envy the passion and vitality unique to young people. In the afternoon, when the climate is warm, Chen Zhujun, who is tired, will lie on the bamboo and wooden chair in the pharmacy, closing his eyes and resting his mind. At that moment, Wang Can would suddenly discover Chen Zhujun's incomparable beauty from an inadvertent angle, which was a sweet sleeping silhouette of a sleeping beauty leaning at forty-five degrees. In the process of stumbling back and forth to see a doctor and take medicine, Wang Can will inevitably touch Chen Zhujun's chubby hand, his fluttering body, and those subtle collisions always make the doctor throb secretly.

After half a year of getting along, countless throbs in my heart finally made the pervert lose the bottom line of being a man. He forgot that the young assistant who was busy around him every day was his daughter-in-law, and finally regarded her as the woman he wanted to meet in his dreams.

Every time he came back from the county or town to run errands, he always bought Chen Zhujun some snacks and fruits, or a few fashionable women's clothes, or some messy daily necessities. The look he threw in front of her was no different from the demeanor of a large man standing in front of a lover who was in custody. It's really a falling flower intentionally, and a flowing water is ruthless. One is smug, the other is ignorant. But the more the two of them have a feeling of indestructibility, the more difficult it is for the pervert to extricate himself. Although Zhao Yan would walk around in some leisure time, Wang Can had gradually shown infinite indifference to her.