500 points for listening to the most touching love story (long-term effective)

When the boy and the girl just fell in love, the boy folded a thousand paper cranes for the girl and hung them in the girl's room.

The boy said to the girl, these 1000 paper cranes represent my 1000 hearts.

At that time, boys and girls felt the sweetness and happiness of love every minute.

Then the girls gradually alienated the boys. The girl got married, went to France, went to Paris and appeared in her dreams many times.

When girls break up with boys, they say to boys, we all have to face reality. Marriage is a second reincarnation for women, and I must seize every opportunity.

Yes, you are too poor. I can't imagine our days together. ...

After the girl went to France, the boy sold newspapers, worked as a temporary worker and did a small business. He worked hard at every job.

Many years have passed, and with the help of his friends and his own efforts, he finally has his own company.

He is rich, but he is still infatuated with girls.

One rainy day, the boy saw an old man walking slowly in front of him from his black Audi car.

The boy recognized the girl's parents, so he decided to follow them.

He wants them to know that he owns not only a car, but also a villa and a company, and that he is not a poor man, but a young boss.

The boy followed them all the way through the local train. It has been raining. Although the old couple held an umbrella, they were still wet by the oblique rain.

At the destination, the boy froze. This is a cemetery.

He saw the girl, and the girl in the tombstone porcelain statue was smiling sweetly at him.

And next to the small grave, a string of paper cranes hung on thin wire, so vivid in the drizzle.

The girl's parents told the boy that the girl didn't go to Paris, the girl got cancer and the girl went to heaven.

Girls want boys to get ahead and have a warm home, so girls will do this.

She said that she knew the boy and thought he would succeed.

The girl said that if one day the boy goes to the cemetery to see her, please bring some paper cranes anyway.

The boy knelt in front of the girl's grave, tears streaming down his face.

It didn't stop raining in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the boy was soaked to the skin.

The boy remembered the innocent smiling face of the girl many years ago, and his heart began to bleed.

When the old couple walked out of the cemetery, they saw the boy standing not far away and the door had been opened for the old man.

There is a sad song in the car stereo. "My heart, no regrets, flies in the wind for you, paper crane, with thousands of feelings ..."

The last message.

Cherish what you love.

There is no regret medicine in the world.

My wife is a little tail. She asks me everywhere I go. I'm bored, but she enjoys it. However, this little tail disappeared forever in the middle of the night when it rained heavily. ...

My mood is very sad, my heart is full of guilt and pain, and I can't forgive my mistakes.

On my wedding day, my wife bought me a mobile phone with the money from buying a ring. That night, the two of us were under the covers, debugging the ringtone of the mobile phone over and over again. We feel that life is like this bell, loud and sweet, full of longing and hope. From that day on, I often received a phone call from her: "Husband, buy something to eat after work." "Husband, I miss you and I love you." "Husband, go to my mother's house for dinner at night." My heart is warm. Once I forgot to charge my mobile phone, which happened to accompany my leader to the grassroots. I didn't get home until midnight. I opened the door and found that my wife had cried her eyes red. It turns out that since I got off work, she called every quarter of an hour, and I was out of service. My wife is more anxious and always thinks something is wrong. Later, she called every ten minutes and didn't put down the receiver until I opened the door. I don't think much of my wife's fuss: "I'm not a child, what else can I do?" My wife said she had a hunch that I wouldn't come back until I answered the phone. I patted my wife on the head and smiled: "Fool!" "However, since then, I have never forgotten to charge my mobile phone in time.

Later, I got a promotion, got money, and changed several mobile phones. Suddenly one day, I remembered the ring I owed my wife, so I excitedly dragged her to the mall. But she hesitated again and said, "What's the use of the platinum diamond ring in your hand?" Will you buy me a mobile phone? I can contact you often. "So I bought her a mobile phone.

That day, one of us was in the bedroom and the other in the living room, texting each other and having a good time.

One night, my colleagues and I went to a friend's house to play cards. We are in a good mood. My wife called: "Where are you?" Why don't you go home? ""I play cards at my colleague's house. " "When will you come back?" "Let's talk about it later. "Lost, won, won, lost, the wife played over and over again. It was raining heavily outside, and my wife's phone rang again: "Where the hell are you?" "What are you doing? Come back soon! " "Didn't tell you? I am playing at my colleague's house. How can I go back in such a heavy rain! " "Then tell me where you are and I'll pick you up!" "No need!" All my friends who play cards laugh at me for being "henpecked". In a rage, I turned off my phone.

At dawn, I lost my hands. My friend drove me home, my door was locked and my wife was not at home. Just then, the phone rang. It was my mother-in-law. The other end of the phone cried and said that she came out in the rain at night, rode a bicycle and took an umbrella to my colleague's house to find one house after another, and there was an accident on the road and she never woke up.

I turned on my mobile phone and saw an unread message on it: "Have you forgotten? Today is our wedding anniversary! I'm coming for you, don't run around, I have an umbrella! " She is on her way to find me and will never wake up. I was in tears and looked at this message over and over again. I felt like I lost the whole world that night.

It's been three months since my wife died, and I still can't wake up from the nightmare. I don't want to work. I feel depressed all day and want to accompany her again and again. ...

The purpose of reposting this article is to let everyone learn to cherish it!

Don't let the person who loves you get the slightest harm!

Don't wait to lose it, it's torturing you!