Most things you've waited too long are not what you want. The most precious thing in the world is not what you will never get or have got, but what you have got and
Most things you've waited too long are not what you want. The most precious thing in the world is not what you will never get or have got, but what you have got and may lose at any time! I hope that in love, everyone can be cherished and can see their own shadow or the shadow of the first half of their lives through some stories. The following is my recommendation.
I'll send you the teenager
A bug broke through the ground.
It was the most beautiful March in Ruan Junting's life.
It's snowing heavily in Harbin again. Her mood is terrible, like white bread soaked in water, and she is extremely bored. Business in jiaozi is getting colder and colder. Diners in twos and threes whisper to each other, and porters coming and going on the slate street look scared. This is the state of all beings in troubled times. In the eyes of sixteen-year-old Ruan Junting, the world seems so pale and lifeless.
After making jiaozi for the guests, she leaned against the kitchen door and looked at the dilapidated old buildings in the old street as usual, with every window closed. Just as she was lost in thought, there was a sudden rush of footsteps in the distance, and she was startled. The boy running from a distance stopped the noise around her, and she saw a warm face.
It was a face she had never seen before, unlike the faces of the diners in the dumplings, as if there was a beam of light that suddenly caught her off guard. But this panic is only temporary. She soon calmed down and prepared to close the back door. Just as she closed the door, a figure flashed in. Her figure was as smart as a civet cat. Is a teenager came running, eyes staring at her, the distance intensive footsteps broke the silence. She only heard his urgent voice: "help me."
Her brain is buzzing, and she probably knows what this is about. Every day, hot-blooded teenagers run and hide in this city. Without overreacting, she pulled him behind the stove, where there was a pile of firewood and it was easy to hide a person. And she leaned against the door as usual, watching a group of people disappear in front of her.
The footsteps were gone, and the thin-faced boy emerged from the woodpile, with a faint blue-purple face. She saw his smile, warm and soft, slowly blooming in the corner of her mouth. The boy said, "Thank you. My name is Song Yuanqiao."
This is the first time she has met Song Yuanqiao. Both of them are actors in a hasty plot, and there are not many intersections and lines. What she remembers is that different passionate face.
She gently put her hand on her chest, which was still pounding violently, as if a bug had broken through the ground.
The moment of popping sound
The business of dumplings is getting lighter and lighter, and many fellow villagers begin to go south. However, Ruan Junting's father couldn't bear to part with his ancestral career and the ancestral motto of "Parents are here, don't travel far", and the family lived in the dumplings.
Song Yuanqiao knocked on her door again. It was dusk. She was eating at that time. Zhang Zhu mouth stupefied, eyes wide open, you can be sure that he is not dreaming.
He is looking for a job. His school was closed and the city began to close. As a foreigner, he has nowhere to go, so he wants to find a job to protect his life temporarily. She looked at his face, his smiling face was extremely pale, and she read his enthusiasm from his eyes. In the past two years, she has been living in a daze and numbness, losing the feeling of love and hate. His enthusiasm ignited her for no reason, and she heard her heart beat faster when she was drunk.
The business of the dumpling shop has been unable to make ends meet, but she begged her father to keep him. He began to work as a coolie in the dumplings, serving tea, delivering water and washing dishes, and lived as humbly as every foreigner who rushed for a living. The city began to fall into tyranny and darkness. Looking out from the dumplings, the whole city looks like a demented child with facial paralysis. Because of his arrival, jiaozi people became angry. There are always young people in twos and threes who come to pay tribute in the name of his friends. Those people all have eyebrows as beautiful as his.
It's not that she doesn't know anything, just as he doesn't really want to bow down to the dumplings and exchange his thin body for three meals a day. He and that group of young people, in troubled times, have too much enthusiasm and faith, which need to be poured into this riddled land.
She never came forward and let him use the dumplings as a cover. But even if she deliberately kept her distance from him, it was not a moment without panic, because he often disappeared and came back with fatigue and burnout.
Early that morning, as soon as she rolled the dumplings, she heard a whistle and a knock on the door in the street. She opened the door and looked at the street in the morning, the cold street, and the cold wind wandered over her and shot through her chest.
She stood in the quiet and empty voices around her, looking at his face, which showed no panic and fear. People with ideals like him are calm about frequent pursuits. The footsteps of the people who are looking for it have already sounded on the stone road outside the dumplings. In an instant, Ruan Junting suddenly had unprecedented courage, grabbed his hand and said calmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She gently took his hand, messed up her hair, and her skirt was already open, just like a pair of lovers who had just got out of bed and were touching. The formality of the two seems to have just been disturbed by someone. The searchers didn't doubt or embarrass the young couple who had ruined their charming atmosphere.
If I come back alive, I will marry you.
She didn't know that her behavior had broken Song Yuanqiao's heart. In that special era, he traveled for too long, and there was a place where he finally saw support and peace of mind.
She looked at his embarrassed face, his body was hot, and a piece of latosolic red burned so suddenly, from his neck to her ears.
Their marriage is on the agenda.
He hugged her and said, "Your father said that if I didn't marry you, I would send you to a remote mountain area to marry. He said it was the only way to redeem his reputation. Junting, thank you for saving me, so I have to save you. "
Ruan Junting inexplicably felt a little sour. Did he ever like her? Because I can't leave, should I repay her or marry her? She prayed in her heart, so she hugged him tightly and never stopped.
In Harbin, as long as you take a deep breath, you can smell the thick smoke. Occasionally, there are long or short shots, the pedestrians on the street are gradually sparse, and everyone's face is tired and numb.
Song Yuanqiao pulled her outside the dumpling house and said, "Junting, wait for me."
His face looks serious under the blue sky.
She twisted her skirt and whispered, "Can you not go?" Stay for me or take me with you? "
The temperature in Harbin is still very low. She tightened her collar. Although summer has come, it is so far away.
"Jun pavilion, I have to get out of here. Forgive me for not taking you with me, because I will be displaced and live in the wind and sleep. That kind of life is unimaginable. " Song Yuanqiao's expression is empty and cold. When he said these words, he didn't look into her eyes, as if he were mumbling to the distant sky.
"Junting, if I can expel the invaders and come back alive, I will marry you."
A silver ring is worn on her finger.
Time has passed, and all that remains is love.
Many years have passed. Time is like water flowing between your fingers. The invaders were expelled, but Song Yuanqiao never came back. She wore a ring for half her life. This ring saved her from many suitors, but it didn't save her from disaster.
When she goes out every morning, she is forced to kneel at that small table and accept all the insults and humiliation. At night, a person with the stars and the moon sweeps the endless strip. However, no matter what kind of persecution she suffered, she refused to draw a line with Song Yuanqiao, nor did she hand over the only token between her and Song Yuanqiao.
The furious father growled at his daughter who insisted on not handing over the ring: "After all these years, he may have died in a foreign land, but you are still clinging to the same ring. When can you take responsibility and then give up? "
Just when she thought her life would be submerged, she received a letter from the other party. Seeing Song Yuanqiao's three words, she was so calm. He sketched out his experience in his letter.
After leaving Harbin that year, he entered the military academy, experienced a bonfire, shook hands with death countless times, and finally drifted to the island. The hard years she experienced became countless Chinese characters in his letter. She doesn't remember anything except that he said at the end of the letter: Junting, wait for me to come back.
Finally, one day, she was brought to Song Yuanqiao. She saw his gray hair, his affectionate and puzzled eyes, and then she saw his shoulders start to tremble slightly. She wanted to smile at him like a girl, but her tears welled up.
He threw away his crutch and slowly held her in his arms. In silence, he lowered his head and said softly, "Junting, I often have the same dream on the other side-Harbin in March. I saw that the young man who fled in those days was taken home by you. I didn't know it was me in the dream, and then I thought to myself, these two people are really happy. But suddenly I woke up and found it was me, but I couldn't come back to you. "
His voice choked, and a slight wave rose again in his eyes: "Ruan Junting, I never knew that war would separate us for more than half a century. When I left that year, I didn't say much to you because I was afraid of being too worried. I thought the war would be short and our time would be long, but when I turned around, many people left their lives because of the war. Actually, Junting, I didn't say' I love you' in those years, so I didn't marry another woman in these years, just waiting to come back for you.
After several decades, Ruan Junting felt like an unfinished novel or movie, which finally ended when Song Yuanqiao hugged her and said "I love you".
Song Yuanqiao's trip to visit relatives finally succeeded. On the day of his return, Ruan Junting personally sent him away. At the busy airport, she looked at the ring, and then watched Song Yuanqiao slowly blend into the parting crowd and gradually become a black spot. She squatted on the ground and let tears fill her eyes.
More than half a century of waiting, with the passage of time, has broken into memories. For many years, she was separated from Song Yuanqiao by the coastline. They missed the opportunity to kiss each other, to support each other when they stumbled in Shan Ye years, and to pluck their white hair for each other ... But her endless affection is at least his deepest attachment to the city. She doesn't know what the nearest boundary between heart and heart is. All she knows is that because of love, she and Song Yuanqiao have been together in different places for many years with a ring and a promise.
Later, Ruan Junting kept in touch with Song Yuanqiao, but no one mentioned the topic of marriage again. In their hearts, that ring is the most precious wedding book in each other's years.
Time is always like this, approaching, disappearing for some reason, and then quitting. Guang Chen's life has been buried by time, but there are always some things that will not disappear, just like this mottled ring on her hand. Let those who miss it remember this.
I repel my rival in love with tolerance.
My husband and I met in college. At that time, his grades were particularly good, and he got a scholarship every year. He is a famous top student in the school. I remember the first time we met at a debate held by a school. The theme of the debate is whether there is true friendship between men and women. I'm for it and he's against it. Although I lost to him after a fierce exchange of words, I was deeply impressed by his talented debating ability and handsome appearance that day. A month later, we confirmed the relationship.
After graduation, he could have gone to work in a big enterprise in Shanghai, but he stayed in Chengdu for me. A year later, we felt that love was mature and we entered the marriage hall hand in hand. The days after marriage were warm and sweet, until one day, this calm and comfortable day was broken by a sudden news. He was taking a bath that day when his cell phone rang. I opened it and found it was a disgusting love letter message. I panicked, so I quickly looked through my mailbox. Oh, my god, there are more than a dozen in it. Suddenly my mind went blank, and I couldn't believe that my good husband, who had always regarded me as a treasure, had a lover. At this time, he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and I had packed my things and went out.
That night, I lost sleep. Recalling the dribs and drabs that my husband and I have been getting along with for so many years can't help but make people feel deeply moved. I know there may be my own reasons, and my physical weakness has made me unable to satisfy him sexually. But I am also a dignified woman. I can't stand her husband's betrayal, for whatever reason. In pain, I thought of divorce. If this is the case, I must first seize the conclusive evidence that he betrayed me, otherwise just a few short messages are not absolutely convincing, so I decided to go back.
When I got home, I opened the door. The room is quiet. My husband is lying on the sofa and smoking in frustration. When he saw me coming back, he whispered, "You're back. I made fish with Chinese sauerkraut. I'll heat it up for you! " "Not hungry." I fought back my tears and went back to my room and plunged into the quilt ... That night, we slept in different rooms. It rained intermittently all night that night. I opened the electric blanket and covered two sheets, but I still felt cold. Before, I would snuggle up in his warm arms. Now, tears can't help but flow out. ...
Since then, I have been living in panic all day, thinking about how to find evidence without showing traces. During that time, I waited quietly outside my husband's unit every afternoon. When I saw him walk out of the building, I followed him. He went straight home for five days in a row. This makes me feel a little comforted. After all, he knew there was a home. However, on the sixth day, he first made a cell phone call at the intersection not far from home, and then got on a taxi. Secretly happy, I quickly stopped the car and followed until I came to a bar. My husband got off the bus and went straight to a female seat. At that moment, I was anxious, thinking that a big war was inevitable, but when I got closer, I found that the woman was actually his sister.
As the days passed, I became more and more anxious. In desperation, I called the psychological hotline. I told the counselor about my experience and asked how to grasp the evidence. Unexpectedly, she asked me in turn, what are you going to do after you have the evidence? I was speechless at dinner. I was so absorbed in getting the evidence that it never happened to me. She added that it is better to put aside the matter of grasping evidence first and find out whether to teach me how to grasp evidence after divorce, or to save my marriage after grasping evidence.
With the counselor's promise, I put the phone down safely and think rationally about the questions she gave me. Being betrayed by my husband is a very painful thing, but I am not so painful now to tell the truth. Because I can't determine how far my husband is from our marriage just by a few short messages!
I began to think calmly about my marriage like a bystander. I realize that my husband is so important to me, and I am struggling to find evidence just because I still love him deeply in my heart!
I told the counselor the decision to save my marriage with trepidation. She smiled and praised my shrewdness and advised me not to seize the evidence. Because evidence is a living thing, once it is grasped, it is difficult to put it down. At that time, even if you forgive each other intellectually, it will take longer and more painful emotionally to do this. Finally, the counselor also said meaningfully: "In fact, it is inevitable for a person to make mistakes, but the key is whether I still love him. If you love, try to pull him back to yourself with tolerance and love. "
With the guidance and advice of the consultant, I feel a lot easier unconsciously. When I got home in the afternoon, I cooked the first decent meal in so many days. He seemed to feel my kindness and tried to talk to me several times, but he swallowed it at the tip of his mouth. After dinner, he tied on an apron as usual and washed the dishes skillfully. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar back, my eyes are moist. Alas! Forget it, as long as he breaks up with that woman from now on, we will be reconciled. Who told me that I still love him deeply! In the evening, I moved the bedding to the big house. He looked very excited, held me tightly in his arms, let hot tears overflow my cheeks, and kept saying, "Xiaoru, I'm sorry, I promise I'll never see her again, never again ..."
In this way, the emotional crisis that my husband and I lasted for nearly half a month seems to have come to an end. In an effort to forget this unpleasant experience, we had a pleasant holiday in Jiuzhaigou. I thought I could forget everything when I came back, but it turned out that I was wrong. By chance, I got the password of his email address. After logging in, one love letter shocked me again. After a little calmness, I began to read the email with extreme resentment. It was sent by a woman named Xing Xiaoyan, which revealed the pain of lovesickness. Although I disagree with her at the moment, I have to admit that she writes very sadly and beautifully.
My husband will be back soon. Facing my roar, he finally told the truth. It turns out that he and that woman were classmates as early as high school. She fell in love with him at first sight, but after being admitted to the university, everyone went their separate ways and never heard from him again. Time flies. Seven years later, at an old classmate party, she met her first love-my husband. The feelings buried in my heart for many years finally broke out again. She ignored the fact that my husband was married and resolutely launched a love offensive. Under her constant entanglement, the balance in my husband's heart began to tilt slowly, until that day I accidentally found a short message from her and took back the heart that was already ready to move. The husband also said that Xing Xiaoyan is a particularly neurotic woman. In pursuit of him, she threatened to die. So after he refused to meet her, he didn't go too far, but kept in touch with her to some extent by email.
After listening to my husband's explanation, I will be skeptical. Is there really such a spoony woman in the world? But judging from his seriousness, he doesn't seem to be lying. Maybe our marriage will really face unprecedented challenges. After a night's consideration, I think it's time to meet this woman.
I didn't want to see her in person, so I asked my husband to call her. That woman will come soon. Through the thick glass, I finally saw her face clearly. It turned out to be a tall and beautiful girl. She was very surprised at my appearance, but soon realized that it was actually a * * *. She picked up her bag and tried to leave, but I stopped her. At this time, she looked unnatural, with her head buried very low and her hands kept fiddling with her nails. It seems that she is still very clear about her role. I don't want to waste time, so I said bluntly, "I know you like my husband very much, but you should know that I have been married to him for a long time, and we are very loving after marriage." He arranged what happened today. I can see that you are actually a good girl. If you can put yourself in the right position, I have no objection to your dating my husband. Of course, it must be an ordinary friend, that's all. "With these words, I left.
After I left, looking back, the woman was still standing in the same place, looking like a slouches. It seems that her husband is right. She is really a spoony woman. I am very satisfied with my husband's performance. But at this moment, his eyes showed a melancholy look. I asked him what happened, and he said, I'm afraid it's not that simple.
Sure enough, three days later, I received a phone call from Xing Xiaoyan's mother. She almost pleaded that Xiaoyan had not eaten for three days. She knew that she was lovesick because of my husband, so she asked him to see her anyway!
Two hours later, the husband came back. He told me Xiaoyan was eating again. Look at his relief. My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. I can see that he still has feelings for her.
When I was sleeping at night, my husband, who had always regarded foot washing as an enemy, actually brought me foot washing water. I know he has something to ask me. After a long time, he finally said that he promised Xiaoyan's mother to call Xiaoyan once a day. What? I haven't paid attention to this pushy woman every day! If we talk today, what about tomorrow? I shouted at him, no!
The husband knew he was wrong and never mentioned it again. But I know he is a man who keeps his promise. Watching him go home early every day, and rushing to do housework, I feel very unhappy.
As the days go by, I seem to be used to his daily "little infidelity", and sometimes even joked that it is really a blessing that he can wander outside the real marriage and Platonic spiritual love every day. But I also deeply understand that such a day can never last long. And the only thing I can do at the moment is to wait patiently.
A month later, my tolerance and understanding finally paid off. My husband told me Xiaoyan was leaving, and she was going to live and work in another city. So before I leave, please allow me to say my final farewell. I said yes. He got up early that day. I followed. Watching them hug each other from a distance, I have lost my past jealousy and hatred, but I am inexplicably moved. The train finally started, accompanied by rhythmic thunder, drifting away and finally disappearing out of sight. The husband stood there for a long time. When he turned around, I clearly saw two crystal thin lines.
Since then, our life has been calm again. Two years later, our baby daughter came into this world. Xiaoyan seems to be an episode in our marriage. Once I even jokingly asked my husband if he would be with Xiaoyan if I made a scene or even divorced. My husband thought about it and saidno. I know his answer may be against my wishes, but I feel very satisfied.