A long story of sad love

1: By the time she read love, her life was over

She and I, who are green plums and bamboo horses, have sown a string of vows and footprints of love in the mountain villages of clear water and green mountains, fresh wind and bright moon.

If she hadn't gone to the provincial city that time, if she hadn't heard her cousin's praise, maybe our love, her whole life, would have been a different version. But what really happened was that she lived for a week in the rich mansion of her aunt's house in the provincial city, and her restless heart was disturbed by surprise and envy, and at this time, her fashion cousin jokingly said to her: "You are so beautiful, it is a pity that you have been nestled in a mountain village all your life."

Looking at herself, the beauty of Heaven makes her self-confidence soar. Despite the repeated persuasion of her parents and me, she walked through the muddy field path in a costume that made the simple villagers dizzy, and let the young heart flourish, leading her to the bustling city.

When I saw me again, she was drinking in a loud voice with a group of rich men, and in the smoke, she was already "blood-colored luo skirt covered with wine", holding a glass of expensive red wine, flicking a charming wink, and teasing a powerful commissioner incoherently. When she looked at the gate, she was stunned—I was standing in front of me, covered in dust.

"Why don't you write a letter to the family, your uncle and aunt are very worried about you." Although there has been no news between us for more than a year, my euphemistic and gentle blame is still full of concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just too busy, I'll send money home." In front of me, her disguise was flawed, and she was obviously a little underwhelmed.

"It's too hard to get a good job in the city, so take care of yourself." I'm a pun.

"You don't have to worry about me, find your own happiness, I have to go up and take care of the guests." She heard the anxious shouting upstairs, apologetically shoved a few hundred-dollar bills into my hands, and turned away.

I would like to say that in those days when I left her, all my happiness had been greatly reduced, but I did not say it.

Originally, I also wanted to find a job in the city, after all, she was in the city, and I should stay and take care of her. But after more than ten days of wandering around, the already shy pocket was even more embarrassed, I still did not find a job, I had to say goodbye to this sad city. Because I knew that an ordinary farmer like me couldn't even take care of himself, let alone take care of her.

In the days of separation, I sent her melon seeds and hazelnuts that she loved to eat several times. Every time she received my parcel, she laughed at me for being purely "superfluous" and said that everything in town could be bought. I wrote her two letters a month, and although she only replied to me twice at first, I kept writing letters to her for more than 40 months until a year ago when I married a girl who had a crush on me for many years.

When she looked back, she had been away from that remote mountain village for eight years, and she had overdrawn her youthful red face again and again, in that city of song and dance, in exchange for a considerable amount of savings, but also in exchange for a body of exhaustion and haggardness. In the meantime, she didn't go home once...

One ordinary afternoon, I suddenly received a call from her who had not been in touch for more than three years. She brought a thunderbolt of news on a sunny day that she was infected with AIDS. She cried bitterly on the phone and begged for my forgiveness and told me that now that she had no friends around her, no one dared to take her in, no one cared about her, and she did not dare to tell anyone in the family. Her phone call shocked me, what happened to her who was alone in the city to resist the disease, and what kind of psychological and physical pain she endured when such a fatal blow hit her?

With such concerns in mind, I rushed to her hospital bed with all the savings I had saved from the sale of fruit saplings. By this time, the proud figure on her passbook had shrunk sharply to a pitiful four-digit figure. Seeing her haggard on the hospital bed, I knew that she had heard the footsteps of death approaching, and although she had only turned thirty, she seemed to be no longer qualified to negotiate with fate. My arrival surprised her too much, but she shouted that she didn't want me to come near her. She said she shouldn't be in contact with anyone now, and she was afraid of bringing disaster to me. But I persuaded her that I was going to accompany her to fight the disease and encourage her by her side. I told her that although there was no love between us, there was the most precious family and friendship, and she would treat me as her big brother.

When I returned to the village for the third time to raise money, I brought my gentle and virtuous wife with me. By this time, she was truly terminally ill. That day, seeing the flowers that my wife and I were holding, she only tearfully said a word of blessing to us, and was pushed into the emergency room by the nurse, and when we saw her again, we were always relatively speechless.

She slept on the hillside outside the village, and in the early morning of peach blossoms and spring breezes, my wife and I sat side by side, silently reading the two diaries she had written in pieces over the years. Between those lines, I clearly felt her love for me that had never faded...

"She still loves you." Looking at me immersed in the touch, my wife said softly.

"That's all in the past." I stepped out of the past and lit the diary in front of me.

As the flames rose, black butterflies fluttered beneath my feet, and I seemed to see her beautiful smile, so close and so untouchable.

When she reads love, she does not know that the love of her life has long ended, and all that remains is deep remorse and long affection

Sad Love Story Long Story 2: There is a kind of love called giving up

He and she used to be neighbors, and he was seven years older than her. She was an orphan and lived with her grandmother.

When he was in junior high school, she had just gone to school, and his grandmother asked him to take her to and from school every day. When he was in high school, she was in junior high school, and they still went to and from school together every day.

After he understood what was "green plum bamboo horse" and what was "two little guesses", he decided that the petite and petite woman was his life's choice, and from then on, he silently paid his love by her side.

On her eighteenth birthday, he bought 99 roses and told her about his love. She fled in panic, like a rose of blood, sprinkled with white snow.

Back home, she sat dumbfounded at the window, reminiscing about his words. "For so many years, I have been waiting for you to grow up, slowly waiting for you to grow up, whether you accept my love or not, I will always be by your side." 」 Quietly combing through her own life, she suddenly found that his shadow had already filled her entire life, and it seemed that every corner had traces of him.

The turning point of life is often just a moment.

That year, she was admitted to a prestigious university in the south, and he got a chance to study abroad, and many people worked hard to get this opportunity, but he was hesitating, because of her, but also because of his frail mother. She whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, you used to wait for me to grow up, and in the future I waited for you to come back, and I will take care of your mother for you."

That night, they made a promise of love to each other.

Under her determined gaze, he flew to the shore of the ocean. After he left, she quietly hid the college admission letter.

5 years of study abroad life, hard and boring. His poor financial situation made him feel helpless and discouraged, and in the lonely night, he repeated her words "I am waiting for you to return."

5 years of waiting, let her really grow up. Growing up, she learned to think in loneliness. In 5 years, she sent away her elderly grandmother. For 5 years, she took care of his parents like her own parents.

After 5 years, he returned from school. The crowded airport, the long-awaited reunion turned into a hesitant handshake. 5 years of separation, let them feel strange to each other, the memory is left only the shadow of 5 years ago, faint, very hazy, very vague. The common feeling of sunset has been swept away by time like water.

In his eyes, she is no longer innocent and lovely, and her words and demeanor are less childish, less simple, but more worldly, more shallow. Many of their thoughts were no longer in agreement, their hearts were no longer intertwined, and although she was still kind and sincere, in his eyes, sincerity and kindness were equally important as soul resonance. He didn't know if it was the 5 years of separation that had caused the estrangement, but he knew that she was no longer what he wanted, no longer a woman who could climb and take off with him, and he and she were no longer on the same running line. He began to be afraid to be with her.

In her eyes, he became more unattainable, he no longer smiled at her joy and sorrow for her anger as before, his world no longer focused on her, he had more ideas, more friends. His career, she was completely unable to get involved. She understood that something had been lost between them, something that could not be regained once lost, and she was acutely aware that they were no longer suitable. She also began to be afraid, afraid that she would not fit in with him.

The family began to prepare for their wedding, and all kinds of blessings and envy intertwined around them. All his friends congratulated him, congratulated him on having such an infatuated girlfriend, waiting for him in the country for 5 years, congratulating him on marrying such a gentle and virtuous wife, and being willing to make such a great sacrifice for him. Her friends are envious of her, and they are willing to marry such an excellent successful man, which can be called the golden turtle son-in-law. But the bitterness in their hearts, no one can know.

In his heart, he had failed her. She waited for him for 5 years, to take care of his parents, she gave up college, she made such a great sacrifice, he couldn't be sorry for him. It was his duty to love her, to spoil her, to give her happiness, and he had to keep his vows of love, even if it was only formal coexistence. He was distraught, and he began to be afraid to look at the calendar, because the wedding date was approaching day by day.

In her heart, she missed the heart-to-heart communication of her youth, the smile on his face, and although he still smiled at her now, she knew that it was not the undisguised smile of her youth, he seemed to be illuminated with a veil, looking shadowy, and no longer like him. But she still loved him, even though she knew he didn't love her anymore.

She didn't know if she should seize the love that no longer belonged to her. She knows that once married, he will be a good husband because his sense of responsibility is too strong, but is a marriage without love what she wants? Is it to find an answer for 5 years of waiting or to ask for a reward for your efforts? Or did you just want to hold on to him? She didn't know if she could be so selfish and bully a man who no longer loved herself, or was she still not the girl who thought about him everywhere before?

Tomorrow is their wedding date.

He mechanically accepted the blessings of the people and let her parents live happily, knowing that their parents had long regarded her as a member of the family, and even loved her more than they loved him. He knew what he had to face, a marriage that was no longer love, once something he despised, but he had to give his life to it.

She looked at their wedding photos over and over again, and unconsciously, a tear fell on the face that had been watched for many years. Tomorrow would be their big day, but she couldn't be happy at all. Through the grudging smile on the portrait, she seems to see a man who is depressed because of the unhappiness of marriage, as if she sees a selfish self, an unhappy family. She couldn't do that, she couldn't ruin him like that, she ruined herself, she ruined the love they remembered.

He pushed open her door when he came to pick her up, and the room was surprisingly silent, and her wedding dress was neatly arranged on the desk, and there was a letter written to him on the wedding dress, and there was only a simple sentence on it: Marriage should be the beginning of happiness, not the beginning of unhappiness, we are not wrong, the wrong time.

When love has disappeared, everything is buried in the bottom of the memory, and it cannot be relived, so why not let it go with the wind.

Sad Love Story Long Story 3: Four years of youth make a bet only in exchange for a breakup

She called the reporter once, the signal was not good, intermittent, and the reporter could not hear her story clearly. Finally, she said she had recorded her experience from beginning to end and mailed it to the reporter, hoping that the reporter would help her organize it. A few days later, the reporter saw the letter she wrote and was surprised by the great impact of the feelings on her body and mind, in which she used the word "salvation" to describe her expectations for that relationship.

She said in the letter: "Hearing your voice feels very kind and gives me hope. Maybe for you, this is a very ordinary one of countless letters, but for me, it holds all my hopes. A few days ago, after watching an emotional program on TV, a pair of lovers once did not get the approval of their parents, and after doing the program, they finally got the acquiescence of their parents. I was inspired, so I found you because I couldn't think of another way. If there is a real chance for them to see what I have to say, I hope a miracle will happen...

Never thought I'd be like this—bald head. The doctor said that I had neurological alopecia, a disease that was almost incurable and was entirely affected by mood. My heart fell to the bottom of the dark valley, and who knows, for two years, that relationship destroyed my mood. Sometimes, I really wish I was going to die soon, so that I could stay with the person I loved until the last moment before ending my life, and I could give myself an excuse without too much responsibility, or I couldn't face the pain of my lover abandoning you..."

A few years ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of four years. Unable to let go of the pain, he allowed himself to wander in various entertainment places, anesthetizing himself to drive away the loneliness in his heart. In a dimly lit corner, Odd appeared, a fresh and handsome face. We chatted naturally and exchanged phone numbers, and then, naturally ending this chance acquaintance, I casually slipped the number into my pocket.

At a gathering of friends, everyone agreed to bring a male companion. I searched my stomach and didn't come up with a boyfriend who could go with me, and when I was in a hurry, I touched the note in my pocket. And so, my story with Odd begins.

Chi is three years younger than me and is still a student. His mind was always full of weird ideas, and he could always find a way to amuse me. With Qi, I was able to get rid of the shadow of the pain of the past that had been following me and that I thought I could not forget. His humorous cuteness touched me and we fell in love. When the parents of both sides learned about it, the opposition was unusually strong, and perhaps the biggest reason was that Qi was still a student. The parents of both sides tried everything to cut us off, control our financial resources, and even fight hard. But the more stressful, the more aroused our sense of rebellion, the more we feel that this relationship is precious.

After we got along for a year, Qi graduated, and the difficult problem of choosing a career was in front of him. I don't know, is our love or the opposition of the parents of both sides, the impact on him is so huge, when we are not yet able to imagine the future, Qi's classmates suddenly came to the unit to find me, handed Me a short farewell letter from Qi: Ting, I left, I did not tell you before, is afraid to see your disappointed eyes, find someone who loves you more than me, I wish you happiness. Qi chose a military life, and went for four years. I couldn't accept his parting in this way, and the grief overwhelmed me. Shortly after Odd left, I found my hair falling out rapidly. I didn't dare to look in the mirror, and in the face of the strange eyes of others, I began to become inferior and autistic. But I was still looking forward to the day when Odd would return, and I used this fantasy to support my already boring life.

Two years later, on the day of my birthday, I finally looked forward to the letter written by Qi, which was full of thoughts about me and helplessness not to say goodbye, and I also promised in the reply that I would definitely wait for him to come back. For two years, I kept my promise and did what his girlfriend was supposed to do in front of his parents, and his parents' attitudes finally changed slightly, albeit only slightly. Of course, I hesitated, I hesitated, but I persevered, waiting for the day when Qi returned.

Fate has always given me the cruelest test. I rushed to the front of Qi, whom I had not seen for four years, and let the tears of grievance and happiness flow freely. When I thought that I had worked hard and finally looked forward to the day when I would never be separated, Qi said the words of the breakup with no expression and hesitation, he said that he did not want to delay me any longer, and he could no longer fight against his family as before, he had no choice, and in a few days he would leave again.

It was strange that hearing his words, I did not have the sadness I imagined, and the tempering of four years of experience was enough for me to withstand all the sudden changes.

That night, we hugged each other and nothing happened. I just asked him over and over again if he loved me, he said love, I asked him, then why leave me, he was speechless.