Scenario:己拍照，甚至对外宣示主权。
虽然妻子做了头发，
与在这家的样子大不同，但她就真的完全不怕被跟我们相熟的人认出来，让我难
我在翻阅中发现这小子还设置了私密相册，密码提示问题竟然还是「我老婆
的名字是？」我一边腹诽他有个毛的老婆，一边颤抖着输入了妻子的名字。
竟然
不正确，我心中舒了口气，但脑筋一转，又输入了徐萍的名字，这次居然正确了。
我纳闷他什么时候跟徐萍搞了这么个相册，难道是他们恋爱的时候？
随手点
开却发现这里面竟然是与我老婆的亲密照。
竟全都是这段时间在拍摄的，有妻子与他在乡间散步的，一起在池塘钓鱼的，
一起吃饭，一起依偎在沙发上看电视。
几乎每张妻子与他表现得相当亲昵，就如
真正在热恋中的情侣一样，妻子不是与他挨得很近，就是两人手牵着手。
甚至有
几张两人在林间无人处偷偷亲嘴的照片，虽然只是轻啄的浅吻，但足以让我心痛
妻子在相片里打扮得青春靓丽，虽然因为乡间路不平的关系很少穿高跟鞋，
但丝袜几乎成了标配，连运动时的短袜都是丝袜。
有时Ｔ恤配热裤，有时衬衣配
短裙。
妻子仿佛回到了与我恋爱时一样，像一个青春美少女，或笑或跳，完全没
有了已婚少妇的影子。
彭山就这样陪着他，抹平了她的不愉快，让她又重新找回了快乐的生活。
我怎么样也开心不起来。往后翻，看到彭山也有开车带妻子回县城的时候。
应该
是采购，这时候妻子才会穿上长裙长袜，但也会带上墨镜，却依旧遮不住她的美
他们在我熟悉的城市里游玩，像是约会一样，彭山带着妻子逛超市，吃她喜
欢的零食，然后一起看电影。这些居然都有拍。
妻子走在他身边已经完全不会顾
及别人异样的眼光，很自然地与他牵手，说笑。
等他们玩累了回到车里的时候，
Create my version of this story
己拍照，甚至对外宣示主权。
虽然妻子做了头发，
与在这家的样子大不同，但她就真的完全不怕被跟我们相熟的人认出来，让我难
我在翻阅中发现这小子还设置了私密相册，密码提示问题竟然还是「我老婆
的名字是？」我一边腹诽他有个毛的老婆，一边颤抖着输入了妻子的名字。
竟然
不正确，我心中舒了口气，但脑筋一转，又输入了徐萍的名字，这次居然正确了。
我纳闷他什么时候跟徐萍搞了这么个相册，难道是他们恋爱的时候？
随手点
开却发现这里面竟然是与我老婆的亲密照。
竟全都是这段时间在拍摄的，有妻子与他在乡间散步的，一起在池塘钓鱼的，
一起吃饭，一起依偎在沙发上看电视。
几乎每张妻子与他表现得相当亲昵，就如
真正在热恋中的情侣一样，妻子不是与他挨得很近，就是两人手牵着手。
甚至有
几张两人在林间无人处偷偷亲嘴的照片，虽然只是轻啄的浅吻，但足以让我心痛
妻子在相片里打扮得青春靓丽，虽然因为乡间路不平的关系很少穿高跟鞋，
但丝袜几乎成了标配，连运动时的短袜都是丝袜。
有时Ｔ恤配热裤，有时衬衣配
短裙。
妻子仿佛回到了与我恋爱时一样，像一个青春美少女，或笑或跳，完全没
有了已婚少妇的影子。
彭山就这样陪着他，抹平了她的不愉快，让她又重新找回了快乐的生活。
我怎么样也开心不起来。往后翻，看到彭山也有开车带妻子回县城的时候。
应该
是采购，这时候妻子才会穿上长裙长袜，但也会带上墨镜，却依旧遮不住她的美
他们在我熟悉的城市里游玩，像是约会一样，彭山带着妻子逛超市，吃她喜
欢的零食，然后一起看电影。这些居然都有拍。
妻子走在他身边已经完全不会顾
及别人异样的眼光，很自然地与他牵手，说笑。
等他们玩累了回到车里的时候，
Xu Ping
insecure, and conflicted. Xu Ping discovers his wife's secret relationship with Peng Shan through a hidden album on Peng Shan's phone. He struggles with feelings of betrayal and jealousy, questioning his own role in their marriage. His wife's transformation from a married woman to a carefree young girl with Peng Shan deeply unsettles him, leading to introspection about their relationship.
Peng Shan
confident, and secretive. Peng Shan develops a close relationship with Xu Ping's wife, capturing intimate moments on camera. His interactions with her reveal a deep bond, as they share laughter and affection in public settings. His presence disrupts Xu Ping's perception of his marriage and raises questions about the nature of their relationships.
Xu Ping's Wife
carefree, and secretive. Her transformation from a married woman to a youthful companion for Peng Shan reveals her desire for excitement and romance outside her marriage. Her interactions with Peng Shan suggest deep emotional involvement, as they share intimate moments and laughter together.
I took a photo, even publicly declaring sovereignty.
Although my wife had done her hair and looked entirely different from her usual self in this home, she seemed genuinely unafraid of being recognized by those familiar with her.
This made me uneasy.
I handed the phone to my wife, telling her to look through the gallery.
My wife took it and began flipping through the photos.
As she flipped through, she discovered that this kid had set up a private album, and the password hint was surprisingly "What is my wife's name?"
She scoffed at the thought of him having a wife and laughed at the idea.
I also let out a sigh of relief when I heard that; it seemed as though he wouldn't have any means to take revenge on me through my wife.
My wife laughed and said, "Let me try guessing; could it be his mother's name?"
She hesitated for a moment before typing in Xu Ping's mother's name—it was incorrect.
My wife said, "Could it be his girlfriend's name? Perhaps he doesn't have a girlfriend."
My wife laughed and said, "Let me try; how about I type in your name?"
She typed it in— Xu Ping's name—and to our surprise, it was correct.
I let out a sigh of relief, but then I had a sudden thought.
I told my wife, "Type in your name; let's see if it's correct."
My wife hesitated for a moment before typing in her name.
The album immediately unlocked, and we both leaned in to see what was inside.
The first photo was of my wife and Peng Shan, laughing together under a tree.
I recognized the location; it was a place we used to visit when we were dating.
My heart sank at the sight of it.
My wife swiped through the photos, and each one showed them getting closer and closer.
Her expression changed from curiosity to shock, and then to something unreadable.
I watched her closely, trying to gauge her reaction.
She paused on an image of them holding hands at a café that I was familiar with.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she continued to scroll through the photos.
Each one seemed to peel away another layer of secrecy, revealing moments I had never imagined.
She paused on an image of them meeting in a secluded grove, their bodies half-hidden by the trees.
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she said, "This explains everything."
I watched her closely, noting the way her eyes lingered on Peng Shan's face.
The room felt smaller, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.
