Touching love stories
Mature love, respect and loyalty are not easily shown. It speaks in a low voice, it is humble, yielding and latent, waiting and waiting. The following is a touching love story compiled by the first sample editor for you, I hope it will be helpful to you!
Touching love story 1: Warmth on New Year’s Eve
This is an unnamed road, just a short dozen meters long, and it cannot be found on the traffic map of this city. On the left side of the road are tall buildings, and on the right side is a simple, low wall. At the corner of the wall is a building that can barely be considered a house. The roof is covered with linoleum paper, and the windows have no glass, just a few wooden bars nailed crosswise with blue plastic sheeting.
The hut is home to a rural couple who have been living here for five years, spinning cotton for the city folk.
The couple have a two-year-old daughter, who is looked after by two elderly people in the countryside on a rotating basis. Spring Festival is approaching, and they plan to go back to their hometown for the New Year. There is a lot of work before the holiday, so they spin day and night. After the last quilt is spun, they pack up their tools, and then they remember that today is New Year’s Eve.
The woman said, “Don’t worry about anything, just go buy the train tickets for tonight. I’ll finish packing. We have to try to get home by the first of the year!” The man hurried out the door with a head and body full of cotton wool.
When he returned, the woman had not packed anything and was sound asleep in bed. It was a worn-out single bed, with a board added to widen it and some bricks used as a mattress. The woman slept like a very tired child, with one leg hanging off the end of the bed and her foot still planted on the floor. Obviously, she had fallen asleep as soon as the man had left…
The sleeping woman’s cheeks were flushed, and her saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow. Like him, she had lint all over her face, and her hair and eyebrows looked gray.
The man’s eyes were a little moist, and he leaned down to press his cheek against the woman’s.
The woman woke up and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re so annoying! Oh dear! How come I fell asleep without tidying up anything?”
The man said, “Today, we…can’t go…” and trailed off.
The woman then looked at the man’s face, and her expression suddenly changed: “Have you been crying?”
“No…no…” The man covered up by turning his head to the side.
“You obviously have! Why can’t we go tonight? Did you lose the money for the tickets? Say something!” The woman was anxious.
“No, I didn’t lose it! All the tickets for today were sold out…”
“You’re lying to me!“ Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. Three hundred yuan is a lot of money for them, and the woman couldn’t help but worry.
“I really didn’t lose it. Since we got married, when have I ever lied to you?” The man quickly pulled out his money and showed it to the woman.
The woman let out a sigh of relief, but the disappointment of not being able to go home immediately appeared on her face.
“There are tickets for tomorrow… but I didn’t buy them. Tomorrow is the first day of the lunar year, and the main part of the Spring Festival is the 30th and the first day! We won’t be home until the afternoon of the second day, so we might as well not go back… let’s just spend the Spring Festival in Beijing! We’ve never spent a Spring Festival in Beijing…”
The woman suddenly covered her face with her hands and cried. There are 12 months in a year, and every day she works as a cotton-picker, hoping to go home for the Spring Festival. At this moment, the woman feels that she misses her parents and daughter too much, more than ever before… But the man’s words also make sense.
The man walked up to her, put his arms around her, and said in a soothing voice like a parent would use with a child: “Don’t cry. In five years, we haven’t missed the Spring Festival once. Be a good girl, don’t cry. If you cry again, I won’t be happy.”
The woman stopped crying, and the man sat down at the small dining table and began to write something on a piece of paper with a half-used pencil. Then he handed the piece of paper to the woman to read. The woman went to the table, picked up the pencil, crossed out a few names, added a few more, and changed the numbers after some names…
Then they counted out some money, put the page of paper in their pocket, and hurried to the post office without changing their clothes. It was already past 4 o’clock, and they were afraid that the post office would close early, so they ran all the way there. After the transaction was completed, the woman wanted to make a long-distance call to her family. At this time, the post office staff had already started carrying the mail bags out.
The man looked at the phone for a moment, feeling a little awkward. The post office staff said, “Go ahead and make the call. Say all you want, we’ll wait.” Those words warmed the hearts of the couple.
Back at home, the couple began tidying up the house. They wanted to have a clean home for the New Year. By the time they had finished tidying up, their faces were as black as soot.
She said, “We have to take a bath no matter what.”
He said, “Yes! Let’s enjoy ourselves and go to the sauna!”
So the wife took a towel and rinsed it in the cold water from the hose, and wiped her husband’s face and her own. Then the two of them hurried out the door… When the man emerged from the sauna, dressed in a clean set of clothes that he had brought with him, he almost didn’t recognize his wife. Was that really his wife sitting on the bench looking at him? Her hair was still damp, her face rosy, and she looked fresh and clean. And her eyes were so bright, as if they had been washed with soap too…
On the way home, the man confessed to the woman: he had actually bought the train ticket, but then cancelled it. He really wanted to spend the Spring Festival with her, just the two of them. Even though he was also homesick for his parents and daughter…
“Have I done the wrong thing?” he asked. She snuggled up against him without saying a word, but her heart was filled with sweetness.
It was dark when they returned to “home”. She took out clean bed sheets, duvet covers and pillowcases and replaced them one by one. So, their shabby and simple “home”, which did not even look like a home, gradually became filled with the warmth of home…
The hut had no electricity, and for five years they had used candles to light up the nights. Today, the candle on the broken box lid was just about to burn out. The man took a newspaper package out of the small basket hanging from the ceiling and opened it. It was a pair of red candles – the kind of rather thick red candles that exude a festive atmosphere. The man had bought them not long ago for 5 yuan, and at the time he had wanted to light them on a special day.
With the candlelight shining, they cooked a simple meal and had a few drinks. When CCTV’s Spring Festival Gala began broadcasting, the man and woman had already gone to bed.
Without music, without cross talk, without songs, without the host’s rambling talk, in the midst of the bright lights of the city, in this semi-legal, semi-illegal cabin, in the silence, under the halo of the two red candles, the man and the woman celebrated their New Year’s Eve with love…
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