Mr. Shi felt wronged, "How am I being perfunctory here? I’m obviously very confident in my wife’s photography skills."

Ning was too lazy to discuss the matter further and directly handed her phone to him, "I’m going to take a bath."

"The clothes are in the bathroom," Shi Wangyue said.

"Okay, thanks."

...

Ning Youguang went to the bathroom, and Shi Wangyue took her phone and walked to a rocking chair by the bed, slowly appreciating the photos his wife took.

Then, he realized she was even faster at taking photos than he thought.

There weren’t many, just over a dozen photos plus a small video.

Whether it’s the video or the photos, every frame she captured was pleasing to the eye.

...

After finishing the bath, the couple headed from home to the next door "Wusheng Studio."

"What should we do?" Ning Youguang looked at Shi Wangyue with tenderness in her eyes, "Or should we do nothing?"

Doing nothing is to waste time idly.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly said, "I miss my wife’s tea."

"..."

Ning Youguang was stunned.

This was a line they heard while snuggled together watching a movie last night, accidentally switching to a channel and catching a clip from a historical idol drama.

In the drama, a young general in armor returns victorious and says the first thing upon seeing his wife: "I miss my wife’s tea."

Following that, under his wife’s gentle gaze, he affectionately uttered the next line, "So that I, the husband, can temporarily lean on you, catch my breath, before heading off to the battlefield again."

Ning Youguang raised her mouth into a smile, "Okay, how about Keemun?"

"I wouldn’t dare refuse."

Warm tea was quickly brewed, and after having a few cups with Shi Wangyue, Ning Youguang’s attention was drawn to the easel by the window.

"Do you want to paint?" With the two so close, Shi Wangyue’s attention never strayed from Ning Youguang.

"I kind of want to."

She remembered what Zhang Daqian once said about painting: "In a painting, if you want rain it can rain, if you want sunshine, it can shine, creation is in my hands, not driven by anything... If there’s a divine realm in your heart, you can paint a divine realm."

"Then go ahead," Shi Wangyue said, "You paint, I’ll drink tea, won’t we both be happy?"

Ning Youguang then got up and went to sit by the flower stand by the window.

Painting takes more time and patience than trimming flowers.

Shi Wangyue drank several pots of tea alone, felt hungry, and it was time for a meal.

Seeing Ning Youguang engrossed in her painting, he didn’t go to disturb her but went to cook next door.

When he called Ning Youguang back for lunch, she was thoroughly amazed by the lunch laid out on the dining table.

"How did you think to make this?" Ning Youguang took out her phone and snapped photos.

On the dining table were two bowls of tea rice, two dishes of raw vegetables, one was a colorful salad mixed with sesame sauce, and the other was cold mixed greens with shrimp.

The tea rice was served in lacquered tea bowls,

The tea bowls emitted a gentle lacquer sheen, looking elegant and dignified, harmoniously used as tableware for tea rice, making one feel exceedingly comfortable.

A simple, refreshing lunch that wasn’t abundant, yet very accurately conveyed a kind of light, real, pure sentiment, formed a home with a table and two chairs, the daily life of rice, oil, and salt.

Looking at such a refreshing lunch, Ning Youguang suddenly felt very touched.

Adult life occasionally adding small bits of beauty can soothe all fatigue.

Regarding these beauties, she thought of rainbows after the rain, summer evenings, autumn maples, winter teas, and many more...

But she never expected to feel it in a bowl of tea rice. "Did you just learn?" Ning Youguang looked at the tea rice, surprised.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to taste it when we watched the movie a few days ago?" Shi Wangyue sat at the dining table, "Today’s tea rice is made with hand-brewed red tea [orange], taste it."

Ning Youguang picked up her bowl and slowly took a mouthful of rice, chewing slowly.

"How is it?" Shi Wangyue patiently asked after she swallowed the rice.

"A clear citrus aroma, accompanied by a hint of licorice flavor seeping into the rice, creating a surprisingly delightful taste," Ning Youguang felt the tea rice in her hand was eye-opening, "This is a flavor I never captured before."

"Try this, too." Shi Wangyue placed a chopstick of cold mixed greens with shrimp into Ning Youguang’s small dish.

Ning Youguang enthusiastically ate it, followed by a stream of compliments showered on Chef Shi—

The sauce on the cold mixed greens with shrimp, Shi Wangyue added some homemade yellow plum dew from this year, so it tasted a bit fruity and sour, appetizing and refreshing.

Eating such a lunch in the dog days really makes one feel physically and mentally refreshed.

...

In the evening, on Weibo.

[An ordinary person: Love is accompanying you from romance and adventure to daily routines, from spring and winter passing to autumn harvest and winter storage.]

[An ordinary person: Become a better person yourself. Wishing you well! @TodayTomorrowDayAfterTomorrowYesterdayDayBeforeYesterdayTwoDaysAgo: Teacher, how can we make this world a better place?]

Shi Wangyue habitually checked Ning Youguang’s Weibo updates every night.

As soon as he saw her update, Shi Wangyue’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up, not just for the familiar pictures but also for the text that warmed his heart immensely.

...

"In the process of growth, what does the abandoned object mean as psychological motivation?" In a bright and spacious classroom, a student asked Ning Youguang.

"Why do we have to be abandoned? Or why do we abandon original politeness?

This can be likened to a journey or moving to live in another city, for example, when you move to the city, you have to abandon the countryside, and this countryside is the object that you abandon. You get into a university in the capital, so you have to leave your hometown for the capital, which means your hometown becomes the abandoned object—

Everyone can think about it, in the process of your growth, everyone can relate, we abandoned our primary school classmates, our middle school classmates, and even in the future, you might abandon college classmates, finally your colleagues might be abandoned too, because you constantly acquire new objects, so the psychological motivation for abandoning objects is the power God gives us to grow.

We always need to go further than yesterday; not abandoning means staying in place, not abandoning also means incomplete mourning, which leads to depression, trapping people in fixed life patterns.

Freud’s Mourning and Melancholia, in which he mentions a theory, is why do we feel depressed?

It’s because we always believe the bad things that happened have not truly happened." 1314