Romantic love short story

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1: A kiss that has been waiting for 30 years

My childhood was spent in a small town in southern California. In the fourth grade of elementary school, an angelic girl named Nina joined my class. We went to school and came home together every day. I was a naughty person at that time, but when I was with Nina, I was very shy.

On Valentine’s Day when we were in sixth grade, my friends and I sent each other cards, but for some reason we didn’t prepare any for Nina. On the way home, Nina became very silent. When she was about to leave, she took out a pink envelope from her schoolbag, stuffed it into my hand, and then crossed the street.

I couldn’t wait to run back to the bedroom and carefully cut open the envelope with a knife: it was a handmade card, with a cute little bear on the cover, with shining stars on top of its head, and flowers all around. Surrounded by many red hearts. Opening the card, "I love you" was spelled out with light blue glue inside, and it was also covered with colorful fluorescent chips. I looked at it for half an hour before hiding it in a drawer.

But that night, his brother Mike discovered the card. He was as delighted as if he had discovered a new world and told everyone the news. Nina and I got into a very awkward situation and we started walking on opposite sides of the road.

A week later, our family had to move to Alaska because of my father’s job transfer. At the farewell party the class held for me, I stared at Nina all night, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

In the car going home, Nina sat next to me again and held my hand tightly along the way. After getting off the car and walking downstairs to my house, Nina turned around, tears streaming to the corners of her mouth. Looking at her sad eyes, I tried my best to control the pain in my heart, "Nina," I held Nina's cold little hand and said, "Take care!"

Nina stood up on tiptoe and placed her hand on my cheek. He gave her a deep kiss and then crossed the road wiping away her tears. In this way, Nina and I separated. After 30 years of separation, her petite figure has been lingering in my mind. On Valentine's Day in 2005, I was on a plane for a business trip. I looked at the floating clouds outside the window, and a thought jumped out of the clouds: Should I go find Nina? I knew this was not a momentary impulse, and I made up my mind, regardless of fate. Wherever my wings take her, I will find her.

I called my elementary school classmates, but found nothing. Later, my lawyer told me that I could seek help from the company Xunxunmi. Within an hour of calling, I received Nina’s address and phone number. To my surprise, Nina also came to Alaska and was in the same city as me.

Do I really want to see her? I asked myself gently, will the sacred memory hidden deep in my heart be disappointed by reality? But if I stop here, then the rest of my life will be It will be like lingering on the edge of a cliff, never feeling at ease.

I didn’t call Nina. Only by putting it into words could I express it thoroughly without panicking.

"Dear Nina," I finally picked up the pen, "I hope you haven't forgotten me yet..." After nearly an afternoon, I finished writing the letter and handed it to the courier company.

The next night, the phone rang suddenly.

"Of course I remember."

It's Nina's voice! No matter how big the change is, I can react immediately.

"Nina?!"

"You have a snow-white Douse dog, which is very tall and very big, but I am not afraid of it at all."

"Yes."

"You wear that gray Krant jacket to school every day, and you don't want to take it off even when it's hot and sweaty."

"Yes! That's right."

"You made me laugh at the bus stop because I had a lot of ugly pimples on my face during that time."

Of course I remember that I rehearsed it countless times in order to make faces.

We chatted for more than an hour, and we all laughed when we talked about Mike’s pranks on us. Suddenly, there was no sound from Nina's side, and my tears flowed on my smiling face. Later, she talked happily about her work, her husband and two children. I also praised my wife, and finally we agreed to meet this Saturday afternoon.

"Are you Mr. Thomson?" When I was sitting at the reserved table, a waiter came over and said to me, and I nodded.

"Miss Nina called just now and said that she will be delayed by one hour due to something delayed. Please forgive me."

This is undoubtedly good news for me. My internal organs have been feeling uncomfortable these past few days, so I would just use this hour to relax. I walked out of the hotel and walked slowly to the street, wondering why Nina was late. The weather is cool and the breeze that blows from time to time soothes my mood.

Suddenly, an idea seemed to flash through my mind - why am I so diligent in using established reality to satisfy selfish fantasies? I said to myself, since I already know many things about Nina, save a good thing. Isn't it better to have a fantasy than to face an established reality?

Across the street, I found a stationery store and bought letter paper, blue glue, and some colored fluorescent chips. On a stone step, I squatted down and wrote:

Nina, I believe we will spend a very pleasant night. However, I had to give up on this wonderful moment that was about to come. I really want to say to you, Nina, thank you, thank you for that Valentine’s Day card you gave me a long, long time ago. You gave a boy his first Valentine’s Day in the true sense. That card cannot be compared to all the beautiful gifts in the world. Nina, I will always think of you and the girl who first gave me a Valentine's Day card. I wish you happiness!

Love you, Chuck

I used glue to draw Nina’s name on the envelope, sprinkled colored fluorescent chips on it, and waited for it slowly Let dry.

When I returned to the hotel, I left a meaningful kiss on the envelope, which I returned to Nina 30 years later. With an extremely tender heart, I left the envelope on the table and walked out of the door quietly.

2: The secret of a "deaf" couple

There is a pair of neighbors who have been with my family for many years. The couple lived a simple life.

In this life, the stories that happened to them are all very ordinary. But there is a story that is not simple, it is the name between them. When a husband calls his wife, he always says, "Hey, you're deaf." When a wife calls her husband, she always says, "Hey, you're deaf."

In fact, until now, their He is neither deaf nor deaf.

Since they were very young, they have called each other this way. No one knows the origin of this couple's special nickname. No one wants to ask, and there is no need to ask. There must be a secret in it, maybe it is a secret about the love between husband and wife.

Once, I went to their house, when I was still young. When a woman is sick, a man gives her medicine. The man crushed two white tablets and put them in a small spoon. Then, the man carefully scooped out some hot water with a spoon from the cup, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, then slowly extended the spoon to the woman's lips and said: "Hey, you who are deaf, be careful not to burn it. "

That was the first time I heard a man say "Hey, deaf" to a woman. This title sounded weird.

The man works in the county tax bureau, and the woman teaches in primary school. It is said that when they were young, they were very fashionable and did not follow the advice of a matchmaker. They just "negotiated" it. I also heard that at that time, men often rode a bicycle and went everywhere. But wherever men go, women follow him there. People said that these two people were crazy.

The two people who went crazy finally came together. We got married, started a family, and became our neighbors.

I often hear their mantra. The man said: "Hey, you who are deaf, don't move. I will do this." The woman said: "Hey, you who are deaf, come here quickly. This stuff smells so good. Take a bite."

One day, just after get off work, it rained heavily and there was lightning and thunder. The woman knew that the man did not bring rain gear, so she quickly rode her bike to give him a poncho. As a result, there was no man at the door of the tax bureau. The doorman said that the man had just left. The woman quickly turned around and went back, looking for her husband among all the figures running in the rain. However, she couldn't find it anyway. As a result, the woman was distracted, hit the guardrail on the roadside, and fell into the muddy water.

Lying on the hospital bed, the woman realized that the man had picked her up from school. They were walking on different roads, so no one saw the other. The woman said, I am close to home, why should I ask you to pick me up? The man smiled but said nothing. The woman beat him hard, deliberately trying to get him to say something. The man couldn't resist, and said: "Today's thunder was too loud, I was afraid of you." The woman said coquettishly: "You are deaf."

In fact, the woman didn't fall very hard, but she Deliberately staying in bed unable to get up. After returning home from the hospital, the woman still wants to be served by the man, but the man is not annoyed and waits carefully until the woman has had enough trouble.

After the neighbors found out, they said, these two people. Then, everyone was full of praise.

The couple has a son and a daughter, both of whom have been admitted to college. When the children grew up, they no longer called them "mom and dad", but also called them "deaf and hard-of-hearing". The old couple agreed with their mouths, smiling like blooming chrysanthemums.

From spring to summer, from autumn to winter, the couple seemed to have never had a conflict. This couple is always the example cited by neighborhood committees to mediate emotional disputes in other families, and they have become role models for all couples.

Now, the couple is a little old. The old woman had some inconvenience in her legs and feet, so the man bought an electric tricycle. The man would drive the woman wherever she wanted to go. When men get haircuts, they still let women do it.

It's just that when getting a haircut, a woman has to be more careful, because men often have fire pimples on their heads, and she is afraid that she will be careless and the electric clipper will touch his pimples and hurt him.

This couple, the boy should be called Uncle Wu, and the girl should be called Aunt Wu. Over the years, many people have wondered why they called each other that way. There must be a seductive secret hidden in it. Several times, I went back to my hometown and wanted to ask my fifth aunt, but I never went. If I really went, Fifth Sister-in-law would definitely smile and say lightly, "It's actually nothing. I should call him deaf, and he should call him deaf." Then, the fifth sister-in-law looked happy.

3: My story with her in the Snow Country

I met her on the road to the Snow Country. The road to the snow country is naturally romantic and snow-white. I can’t figure out why there were only two of us in the carriage of that train, while there were many people in other carriages.

I turned back to the car behind me several times, but no one came. "Is it possible that everyone's quality is so good all of a sudden? They would rather sit down than lie down?" You know, this is rare in China.

There is no other way, I can only sit by myself. What's even more strange is that he doesn't fall asleep. This is different from usual. Usually when I take the train, there are so many people and I have to sleep in the crowds. But today, I can't sleep no matter what.

I looked out the window and saw the train roaring past, and the snow flew up from both sides of the wheels, as if it had spread its wings. Make people sitting on the train particularly comfortable. Moreover, snow continued to fall on the fir trees on both sides, just like flying birds following the train to the snowy country, which made the whole scene even more lively.

But if you look at it for a long time, your eyes can’t stand it. I decided not to. At this time, I couldn't help myself anymore and looked behind me. Still no one came from the carriage over there. The girl at the back was still looking out the window.

I thought about it several times and felt that I was not a reserved man to begin with. Why not stop by and say hello.

So I sat across from the girl. As soon as I sat down, the girl said, "I knew you would come over." I smiled and asked, "Why?"

The girl then looked at me and said calmly: "Because you are a man. "Okay, I didn't say anything. Because she's right. Because I'm a man.

Seeing her face, she has short black hair and big eyes. I kind of want to laugh. He said: "Do you know Mavis? You look like her. Haha. Really similar."

The girl also laughed: "Then you have to be careful. I am a vampire! Germany Gula is my father." Her smile was shy, and her eyes were like the snow outside the window. Although she was beautiful, she always seemed to be hiding something.

I asked: "Aren't you afraid of the cold when you go to the Snow Country this season?" The girl asked back: "Why are you going? Aren't you afraid of the cold this season?"

I don't know what to say. . This is also true. So I pretended to be literary: "I'm going to write a poem. It's still possible to write while the weather is cold and the snow is white. When spring comes and the snow melts, I won't be able to write it."

The girl listened and said nothing. Instead, she unscrewed the thermos cup in her hand, poured out a small cup and drank. Only then did I notice that her hands were not as smooth as her face.

I said: "Let me look at your hands." She was stunned for a moment. Normally a girl would ask, "Why?" But she didn't. He immediately stretched out his hand with a look of anticipation on his face.

I shook her hand and looked at the texture. He said, "My hand is softer than yours." After hearing this, she subconsciously withdrew her hand. Said: "Yes, my hands were not used to write poems in the snow country. How can they be compared with the hands that write poems."

When she finished saying this, she seemed to feel aggrieved. I couldn't help laughing. Laughing uncontrollably. At this time, I found someone in another carriage looking over. He also laughed. She didn't smile and held the water glass tightly.

I saw her expression, as if she blamed me. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. She finally couldn't hold it back anymore, covered her mouth with one hand, bent down and smiled. I wanted to say something: "You can hold it in if you want." But I was laughing so hard that I couldn't speak. She also laughed, holding her stomach while laughing. After exerting all his strength, he said, "You're going to kill me with your laughter." After that, he hit me on the shoulder with his hand.

In this way, I suppressed my laughter and slowly regained my composure. She reached out again and said, "My name is Adam."

She burst into laughter again. Haha said: "You want to kill people. I still have Eve. You Adam.". I held back my laughter and said seriously: "Really, my name is Adam. My parents have never read the Bible."

She retorted: "I haven't read it either. But I know about Adam and Eve. story." I said, "Okay."

"Don't tell me, okay." "Don't tell me okay, that's it. It's okay. That's it," she added. I couldn't resist, so I nodded helplessly.

From the emotion in her eyes when she said those words, I knew she really hated these words. The cold outside the window seemed to be getting stronger, and at this moment, it penetrated into the window. I shuddered. She pushed the water glass to my hand and said, "I have a secret.

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"I know. "I looked at her and said. She didn't move and looked at me quietly. "You are not going to write poems or go see the scenery. Snow Country does not have your ideals. Snow Country is the end of this train, right? "

She smiled and then said: "Yes. Snow Country is the destination of this train. "There was silence after that. After a moment of silence, she said: "Do you know about blind marriage?" I shook my head.

"Have you ever given birth to a child? Has your wife ever given birth to a child?"

After hearing this, she took one of my hands with one hand. She put it to her mouth and kissed it gently. She said, "This is a reward for you." You are a smart man. You are so old and you are not married yet. You are a smart man. I want to sleep with you. "

"Aren't you going to the Snow Country to write poetry? You must write a poem called "Blind Marriage". It must be written. Let other girls see it. Let everyone in the world see it. "She said.

"What about the content?" I asked knowingly. She raised her hands with her palms facing me. "Do you see? This is the content. My hands are not as soft as yours, but yours are white. I'm a woman. You are a man. Isn’t that enough? If you look at the messy textures, sometimes I scare myself. "

I nodded and asked, "Does he often hit you?" She shook her head and whispered, "No." It was me who hit him. He is a ***. He mutilates himself in front of you, what can you do? Can you watch him mutilate himself? Let him die? One time he drank pesticide and almost couldn't be saved. Do you know?"

"Not only does he harm himself, he also threatens you and threatens you with your parents. You know what? My son is stupid. But you are not born stupid. Do you know why?"

"He was the one who hit me. It was him who hit him. "She repeated these words.

"Then why not divorce?" I could only ask. "You don't understand. If you are not married, you don’t understand. If you didn’t get married in a rural area, you don’t understand. If we get divorced, we don’t have a marriage certificate. I have heard that without a marriage certificate, the law does not recognize a marriage relationship. But why, that’s how it is. Why can't we get divorced like this?"

I began to understand what she meant by "blind marriage." It should be that in rural areas, there is no direction without marriage, and even less direction with divorce. It's like, if you have eyes, you can also It's useless. It's completely blind, so it's called "blind marriage." "

"Your parents cried with you, but they also told you to live with him. Do you know why?" the girl asked.

I nodded. "You don't understand. You don’t understand what blind marriage is. You don’t know what kindness is, and you don’t know what love is!”

“Then what is a blind marriage?” I asked.

She paused, as if How do you want to express it? After a moment she said: "Eight years ago, I was 20 years old. I don't understand anything. But got pregnant. I don’t understand what marriage is, but I got married because of my children. The baby was born and I almost died. I still don't understand anything. His parents dislike me and he has nothing to do all day long. For the sake of my children, do you know what I have done? I have compromised with myself countless times. The child was dumbfounded and I finally left. I arrived in a big city. You know. How can I live on my own? I have big breasts. Men like big breasts. Right?"

"I'm still not divorced. I spend the Chinese New Year with myself. I ate instant noodles for a month and had to send money to my children. My family laughed at me, my friends laughed at me. I left him, but I did not divorce because his creditors would find me, threaten me, and threaten to take away my stupid son. Ha ha. Do you think I'm pretty? It's okay, right? "

"Do you know what blind marriage is? You can't see that person clearly, you can't see yourself clearly, you can't see his family clearly, you can't see your parents clearly, you can't see your brothers clearly. With the eyes of a sister, you can't see clearly your son's future, and you can't see your own future clearly. It all starts with marriage. I fucking suffered from a blind marriage. So when you talk about writing poetry, I know that you are more educated than me. I'm a fucking sophomore. But if I open my eyes, I can see the man clearly. "

"It's like when you first came here, I said you would definitely come. "She said this, but she was not excited. I guess this is not the first time she has said these words.

"You are a cultural person. Tell me what a happy marriage is, what love is, and what should I do? Why do others use my kindness as a ball to play with?" She took a sip of water, probably too much. She choked and coughed several times.

I stood up and patted her. When she looked up again, I saw tears in her eyes. cried. "She wiped her tears and said. "I thought my tears had dried up. "She added.

I didn't know how to answer her question. I said: "Do you know why I didn't get married? Because I don't know myself. My woman also sheds tears like you. She shed tears because of me. I'm afraid of letting a woman become like you. I'm a ***. I don't dare to get married, I seem to only love myself. I'm afraid of what you call blind marriage. This is not much different from being literate or not being literate. "

She nodded and smiled. She didn't know why she smiled.

I suddenly realized something. I quickly added: "I am very happy. My life is perfect."

I added: "Someone said that marriage is like a siege. Those outside the siege want to get in, and those inside the siege want to get out. "

The girl thought for a while and said: "Marriage is not a siege. Marriage is a maze. "

"By the way, can you tell me whether you will get married in this life? , not in love, not in love?" the girl asked me.

I thought for a while and said: "No. They are all people with feelings. How can we not be in love or have sex? Even if we are in love with ourselves, it is still a kind of love. There is always love in a man's body There are women, and there are men in women's bodies. But there are many people who are not married, such as Newton, Cavendish, Nietzsche, Breinitz, and Schopenhauer. Not married, no children."

The girl nodded and said, "It turns out there are so many people who are not married."

I didn't say anything. Just looked at her quietly. She looked at me too. After a long time, she said: "Did you know? One person really has telepathy with another. When I see your face, I want to say everything. Your appearance seems to have appeared in my dream. I should I met you earlier. Do you believe it?"

I nodded. At this time, the train arrived at the station, and the announcement said: "Dear passengers, the Snow Country has arrived. I wish you a pleasant journey. Welcome to take the train next time."

The girl arranged her hair, stood up and said: "Time flies so fast , Snow Country is here."

I nodded and stood up, but I felt heavy. I finally asked: "When are you going back?"

"I escaped. Do you think I want to go back?" She didn't say anything when she saw me. Then he asked: "What about you? Will you get married?"

"Yes, maybe I came to Snow Country not to write poems but to get married. She has been to Snow Country. I came to see this Snow Country. Is it true that the snow can leave the footprints of your lover, as the legend says? ”

The girl smiled. Said, "This is the Snow Country. There is a legend that attracts such people. Do you think people are stupid?"

"Yes, people are stupid. But are you really not going to go?" I Continuing to ask, I feel it is my responsibility to ask this question.

She waved at me playfully. I leaned over and she whispered in my ear: "If I hadn't met you, I might not have gone back. But if I had, I would go back." I suddenly realized that truly free people are free wherever they are. You come to the Snow Country to find something. I come to the Snow Country to throw something away. You must remember to write a poem for me called "Blind Marriage."

After that, she followed. The crowd walked into the vast snow country. Snow Country looked slimmer, more attractive, and more beautiful now.

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