Romantic novels and stories

Ruthless misunderstandings disrupt the pace of happiness. When the knot of fate was finally opened at a price, it was too late. Bringing my mother-in-law home to spend her old age peacefully turned out to be contrary to our original intention.

Two years after we got married, my husband discussed with me how to bring my mother-in-law from the country to spend her old age. His father passed away when he was very young, and he was the only support for his mother-in-law, who raised him alone and provided for him to finish college. The words "hard work" are definitely not an exaggeration when applied to my mother-in-law! I agreed repeatedly and immediately prepared a south-facing room with a balcony for my mother-in-law, where she could bask in the sun and grow flowers and plants. My husband stood in a sunny room, without saying a word, but he suddenly lifted me and spun me around the room. When I was begging for mercy, my husband said, "Take our mother."

My husband is tall. , I like to be close to his chest, feeling that my petite body can be picked up by him and stuffed into his pocket at any time. When my husband and I had an argument and refused to give in, he would lift me up and shake me above my head until I was so frightened that I begged for mercy. This frightened joy fascinates.

My mother-in-law’s habit of living in the countryside cannot be changed for a while. I used to buy bouquets of flowers to put in the living room, but my mother-in-law couldn't help it anymore: "You kids don't know how to live, so what are you buying flowers for? They can't be used as food!" I said with a smile: "Mom, there are flowers blooming at home. My mother-in-law lowered her head and murmured, and the husband smiled: "Mom, this is a habit of city people. Gradually, you will get used to it." My mother-in-law stopped saying anything, but she bought flowers every time she saw me. When I came back, I still couldn't help but ask how much it cost. When I told him, he smacked his lips. Sometimes, when she sees me buying big and small bags of things home, she will ask how much this is and how much that is. I answer truthfully, and her mouth smacks louder. The husband twisted my nose and said, "You little fool, can't you just stop telling her the real price?"

The happy life gradually became discordant. My mother-in-law hates it when my husband gets up to make breakfast. In her opinion, how could it make sense for a grown man to cook for his wife? At the breakfast table, my mother-in-law’s face was often gloomy, and I pretended not to see her. The mother-in-law jingled her chopsticks in a silent protest. I worked as a dance teacher in the Children's Palace, and I was tired from dancing around. I didn't want to throw away the only enjoyment of the warm quilt in the morning, so I pretended to be deaf to my mother-in-law's protests. My mother-in-law occasionally helps me with some housework, and I get even busier when she does it. For example, she collected all the garbage bags and said that she would sell the waste plastics when she had enough, which made the house full of waste plastic bags; she was reluctant to use dishwashing liquid to wash the dishes, so in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I had to secretly wash them again. Wash it again. Once, my mother-in-law saw me secretly washing dishes at night. She slammed the door and lay down in her room crying loudly. My husband was in a dilemma. Afterwards, he didn’t talk to me all night. I acted coquettishly and cheated, but he ignored me. I got angry and asked him, "What did I do wrong?" The husband glared at me and said, "Can't you just be accommodating? No matter how dirty the bowl is, it won't kill people, right?"

Later, it was so long. For a while, my mother-in-law stopped talking to me, and the atmosphere at home became increasingly awkward. During those days, Mr. Life was very tiring and he didn’t know who to make happy first.

In order to prevent her son from making breakfast, the mother-in-law took on the "heavy duty" of cooking breakfast without hesitation. My mother-in-law looked at my husband eating happily, then looked at me, condemning me with her eyes for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a wife. In order to avoid embarrassment, I had no choice but to buy milk packs on the way to work. When I was sleeping, my husband asked me a little angrily: "Lu Di, do you dislike my mother for not eating cleanly at home?" Turning over, he threw me a cold back and let me cry in grievance. Finally, the husband sighed: "Lu Di, just think it's for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I had to go back to the embarrassing breakfast. That morning, while I was drinking the porridge cooked by my mother-in-law, I suddenly felt nauseated. All the things in my stomach rushed out. I tried my best to suppress them from rising up, but I still couldn't suppress them. I threw down the bowl. He rushed into the bathroom and vomited profusely. When I gasped for breath and calmed down, I saw my mother-in-law complaining and crying in her native dialect. My husband stood at the bathroom door and looked at me angrily. I opened my mouth and couldn't speak. I really didn't mean it. My husband and I had our first heated argument. My mother-in-law stared at us first, then got up and staggered out. My husband looked at me hatefully and went downstairs to chase my mother-in-law.

A new life was unexpectedly welcomed, but my mother-in-law’s life was suddenly ruined!

For three whole days, my husband did not come home, not even a phone call. I was angry, thinking about how I had wronged myself since my mother-in-law came, what else do you want from me? Inexplicably, I always wanted to vomit, had no appetite for anything, and with all the messy housework, I was in an extremely bad mood. Later, a colleague said: "Lu Di, you look very bad, you should go to the hospital for a checkup."

The result of the hospital examination was that I was pregnant. I understood why I suddenly vomited that morning, and there was a hint of resentment in my happiness: Mr. and my mother-in-law, who had been there, why didn’t they think of this at all?

At the entrance of the hospital, I saw Mr. After only three days of not seeing him, he looked very haggard. I wanted to turn around and leave, but his look made me feel distressed. I couldn't help it, so I called him. My husband followed the sound and saw me, but he didn't seem to recognize me. There was a trace of disgust that could not be hidden in his eyes, which stabbed me coldly. I told myself not to look at him, not to look at him, and stopped a taxi with my hand. At that time, I wanted to shout to my husband: "Honey, I'm going to give birth to a baby for you!" and then be lifted up by him and spin around happily. What I hoped for didn't happen. In the taxi, my tears fell slowly. Why does a quarrel make love so bad? After returning home, I lay in bed and missed my husband, and the disgust in his eyes. I held a corner of the quilt and cried.

At night, there was the sound of drawers being opened at home. When I turned on the light, I saw my husband's face full of tears. He is getting money. I looked at him coldly and said nothing. He turned a blind eye to me and hurriedly left with his bankbook and money. Maybe my husband is planning to leave me after all. What a sane man, who clearly distinguishes between love and money. I sneered a few times, tears streaming down my face.

The next day, I didn’t go to work. I wanted to completely clear my mind and have a good talk with my husband. When I found his company, the secretary looked at me a little strangely and said, "Mr. Chen's mother had a car accident and is in the hospital."

I was stunned.

I rushed to the hospital and when I found my husband, my mother-in-law had already gone. My husband never looked at me, his face was stiff. I looked at my mother-in-law’s thin and pale face and couldn’t stop crying: Oh my God! How could this be? Until my mother-in-law was buried, my husband didn't say a word to me, and even looked at me with deep disgust.

As for the car accident, I still learned about it from others. After my mother-in-law went out, she walked towards the station in a daze. She wanted to go back to her hometown. The husband chased her faster and faster. When she was crossing the road, a A bus collided head-on...

I finally understood my husband's disgust. If I had not vomited that morning, if we had not quarreled, if... in his heart, I had indirectly killed his mother. of sinners.

The husband moved into his mother-in-law's room silently and came back smelling of alcohol every night. And I have been overwhelmed by guilt and poor self-esteem. I want to explain to him and tell him that we are going to have a child, but looking at his cold eyes, I swallowed all the words. I would rather my husband beat me or scold me, although all these accidents were not my intention.

The days repeat suffocatingly day by day, and the time for my husband to go home is getting later and later. We were in a stalemate, more embarrassed than strangers. I am the knot that is tied to his heart.

Once, I passed by a Western restaurant and through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw my husband and a young girl sitting face to face. He gently pushed the girl’s hair, and I understood everything. I was stunned at first, then I entered the western restaurant and stood in front of my husband, staring at him without a single tear in my eyes. I don't want to say anything and have nothing to say. The girl looked at me and my husband, stood up and wanted to leave, but my husband stretched out his hand to hold her down, and then looked at me with the same determination and no sign of weakness. I could only hear my slow heartbeat, beating on the edge of death.

I am the loser. If I continue to stand, I will fall down together with the child in my belly.

That night, my husband did not come home. He used this method to let me understand: with the death of my mother-in-law, our love also died. The gentleman never came back. Sometimes, I come back from get off work and see that the closet has been tampered with - my husband came back to get some of his own things. I didn't want to call him. I had even thought of trying to explain it to him, but everything was completely lost.

I live alone and go to the hospital for a physical examination alone. Every time I see a man carefully supporting his wife for a physical examination, my heart breaks beyond recognition. My colleagues vaguely advised me to get rid of it, but I firmly said no. I wanted to give birth to this child like crazy, which could be considered as compensation for the death of my mother-in-law. When I came back from get off work, my husband was sitting in the living room, and the room was filled with smoke. There is a piece of paper on the coffee table. There's no need to read it, I know what's on it. During the two months since my husband was away from home, I gradually learned to be calm. I looked at him, took off my hat, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll sign." The gentleman looked at me with complicated eyes, just like me.

As I unbuttoned my coat, I said to myself: "Don't cry, don't cry..." My eyes hurt, but I didn't let them shed tears. After hanging up my coat, my husband’s eyes were fixed on my swollen belly. I smiled, walked over, pulled the piece of paper over, signed my name without looking at it, and pushed it to him. "Lu Di, are you pregnant?" This is the first time my husband has spoken to me since my mother-in-law's accident. I couldn't control my eyes anymore, tears streaming down my face. I said, "Yeah, but it's okay, you can go." ”

My husband didn’t leave. We looked at each other in the darkness. My husband slowly lay on me, his tears seeping into the quilt. But in my heart, many things are already very far away, so far away that even if I run I can’t even get it. I can’t remember how many times my husband told me “I’m sorry”. I thought I would forgive him, but I couldn’t. In front of that girl in the western restaurant, my husband looked at me with such cold eyes. I will never forget it for the rest of my life. We left deep scars on each other's hearts. Mine was unintentional; his was intentional.

We hope to resolve the past, but the past cannot be forgotten. Come!

In addition to feeling warm when I think of the child in my belly, my heart is as cold as frost towards my husband. I won’t eat anything he buys, don’t want any gifts from him, and won’t talk to him. From the time I signed that piece of paper, marriage and love all disappeared in my heart. Sometimes my husband would try to go back to the bedroom. When he came, I would go to the living room, and my husband would have to sleep in my mother-in-law's room. At night, there would sometimes be rumblings from his room. He moaned slightly, but I kept silent. This was a trick he used to play. In the past, as long as I ignored him, he would pretend to be sick, and I would surrender obediently and care about what happened to him, and he would grab me and laugh. . He forgot that at that time, I felt sad because of love. Now, what else do we have?

The husband groaned intermittently until the child was born. Packs of baby products, children's products, and books that the child likes are almost filling up his room.

I know he touched me in this way, but I can't help it anymore. He had no choice but to stay in his room, typing away on his computer. Maybe he was dating online, but it didn’t matter to me anymore.

It was a violent night in the late spring of the next year. The pain in my abdomen made me scream, and my husband rushed in with a quick stride, as if he hadn't even taken off his clothes to sleep, just to wait for this moment to come. He held my hand and kept wiping the sweat from my forehead. When we arrived at the hospital, he carried me and ran to the obstetrics department, lying on his thin and warm back. A thought suddenly came into my mind: Who in this life. Will he love me as much as he does? My husband held the door of the delivery room and watched me go in. I endured the pain and smiled at him with warm eyes. When I came out of the delivery room, my husband looked at me and my son and smiled with wet eyes. Ah. I touched his hand. The gentleman looked at me, smiled, and then fell down slowly and tiredly. I shouted his name painfully... The gentleman smiled without opening his tired eyes. I thought I would never shed another tear for my husband, but the fact is that I have never had such severe pain tearing through my body. The doctor said that my husband’s liver cancer was already in the advanced stage when it was discovered, and it was an absolute miracle that he could persist for so long. . I asked the doctor when it was discovered. The doctor said five months ago, and then comforted me: "Get ready for the funeral." ”

Ignoring the nurse’s obstruction, I went home, rushed into my husband’s room, turned on the computer, and felt my heart suffocate with pain.

My husband's liver cancer was discovered five months ago. His moans were real. I actually thought...

The 200,000 words on the computer were written by my husband to his son. Message: My child, for you, I have been persisting. Waiting to see you before falling down is my biggest wish now... I know that you will have a lot of happiness or setbacks in your life. If I can accompany you through it This growth process should be so happy, but my father no longer has this opportunity. Dad is on the computer, writing down the problems you may encounter in your life one by one. When you encounter these problems, you can refer to Dad's opinions... My son, after writing these more than 200,000 words, I feel like I am accompanying you. Go through the whole growing process. Really, Dad is very happy. Love your mother well, she works hard, she is the person who loves you the most, and she is also the person I love the most... From her son's kindergarten to elementary school, middle school, university, to work and love, every detail is written down. arrive.

My husband also wrote me a letter: My dear, marrying you is the greatest happiness of my life. Forgive me for hurting you and for hiding my illness, because I want you to have a good life. I am waiting for the birth of my child... My dear, if you cry, it means you have forgiven me, and I will smile. Thank you for always loving me... I am worried that I will not have the chance to give these gifts to my child in person. I would like to trouble you every year. I gave him several gifts, and the date of delivery was written on the packaging boxes...

When I returned to the hospital, my husband was still in a coma. I picked up my son and put him next to him. I said, "Open your eyes and smile. I want my son to remember the warmth of him in your arms..."

The husband opened his eyes with difficulty. Eyes, smiled slightly. The son nestled in his arms and danced his little pink hands.

I clicked the shutter button, and tears flowed freely on my face...

Answer: Xiang Xin'er 0321 - Probation Level 1 5-28 22:14< /p>

There is a kind of love that cannot stand the waiting

There is a kind of love that cannot stand the waiting - why didn’t you tell me earlier that your love is waiting? In that case, I would wait for the sake of waiting. And love

Sammi has a pair of smiling eyes. When she looks at someone, that person will be stuck there and unable to extricate themselves. Until I fell in love with her like a moth to a flame. Friends call those eyes peach blossom eyes.

Sammi knows what a woman pursues in her life, so the man who has been by her side for three years is not Sammi’s final destination. Even though Sammi loves this man equally deeply, the man has no wealth, so Sammi is only willing to live with him but never talks about getting married.

In fact, Sammi has already chosen her future husband. Among the many people pursuing her, there is a man named Jack, who is the son of the boss of Sammi's company and the only heir. Driving a BMW, when Sammi got into his car for the first time, she knew that she would hold this man captive for the rest of her life.

When Sammi was having dinner with Jack, she looked at Jack and kept smiling until Jack was completely drunk and fell in love with those eyes. Sammi won again. A woman's beauty is her natural wealth. Sammi always believed this.

At night, Sammi returned to the man’s house. The man hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He just sat on the sofa and read a magazine. When Sammi came back, the man asked, have you eaten? Sammi nodded, walked up to the man, snuggled into his arms, put aside the magazine in the man's hand, and kissed the man's lips.

At night, making love silently, Sammi didn't understand why this man who knew every secret of her body didn't understand her heart.

The man hugged Sammi tightly from behind. Sammi liked this feeling. Only in this way could Sammi feel the man's pity for her. Maybe this was a kind of deep love, but Sammi Unable to bear it.

The next day, Sammi still went on a date with Jack. Jack tried his best to find a lot of jokes and tell them to Sammi until Sammi burst into tears from laughter, until Jack kissed the tears on Sammi's face with his lips. When Jack was about to kiss Sammi's lips, Sammi avoided it, and Jack hugged Sammi into his arms.

Sammi knew that Jack had no choice but to leave, and a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, coldly and seeing through everything.

At night, when Sammi came home, the man was still reading the magazine and asked her if she had eaten? Sammi still nodded, snuggled into the man's arms, and took away the magazine from the man's hand. Sammi asked the man, what would you do if I left one day? The man smiled and said, forget you! Sammi frowned slightly. The man went on to say, if you forget, you will live happily, and if you are happy, I will be happy. In fact, the man has always known that Sammi cannot be with him forever, no matter how much Sammi loves him.

Sammi lowered her head, tears gathering in front of her eyes. Sammi suddenly raised her head high, trying to force tears back into her eyes, but they fell from the corners of her eyes. The man turned off the light and didn't see it. But the man's hands wiped away the tears as if they had eyes in the dark, but Sammi didn't know.

The man stayed with Sammi all the time. Even if Sammi came back later and later, the man would always sit there with a magazine in his hand. Until one night, Sammi didn't come back all night. The man put down the magazine in his hand, and a tear fell on the cover of the magazine. After all, he couldn't wait to come back.

Sammi woke up in Jack's bed, resting on Jack's arm. Sammi suddenly noticed something strange. Losing a man's arms is like losing the most precious thing in life. But Sammi still got what she wanted most, a diamond-encrusted ring and Mrs. Shen's promise.

Sammi returned to the man’s house and saw the man packing his luggage. The man looked at Sammi and stopped.

Sammi said, where are you going? Will you forget me?

The man smiled and said that he had long wanted to go back to Malaysia. I may not be able to forget you, but I will try to do it, and you must forget me, because only if you forget will you be happy, and I will be happy.

Sammi cried, and her tearful lips kissed the man's lips. They just hugged and kissed each other, and finally Sammi cried and fell into the man's arms.

When the man left, Sammi did not see him off. Instead, she secretly bought the house where they had lived together without changing anything in it. Although the man asked Sammi to forget, no matter what, Sammi could not forget him. Every time she wakes up from Jack's arms, Sammi still feels strange, even though she is already Jack's legitimate wife.

Sammi returned to the man’s house and took the magazines that the man often read, only to find that after rummaging through the whole house, the man only read this one. Sammi suddenly felt that she didn't understand a man's heart at all. Just reading a magazine, just waiting for a woman to return.

Sammi opened the magazine and found the words written on the title page, "Actually, I knew you would leave eventually. When I hug you tightly at night, it is the only time I truly have happiness. . In fact, I know that as long as I insist on saying that I love you, you may stay, but you will definitely not be happy. Instead of doing this, I would rather stay at home and let you give me the final answer. Choose, I leave. You give up, I marry you. Then I will love you with all my life, and then grow old with you... Finally, I began to understand your choice, so I finally chose to leave. Go. I hope you can forget, I hope you can be happy, and choose the right opportunity in your life..." It was a man's handwriting, and Sammi shed tears lightly. As she turned through the pages, she realized that this man was the only one who truly understood her heart.

Sammi started to suffer from insomnia. Sammi takes sleeping pills every night because in her dreams, she goes back to the time she spent with men. Jack was as good to Sammi as ever, but he didn't know what was going on in Sammi's heart.

At night, Sammi was also sitting on the sofa, holding a magazine and waiting for Jack's return. Only then did Sammi realize that waiting was an indescribable feeling, empty and helpless. Tears welled up all of a sudden. She remembered that this man was waiting for her day by day, waiting for her to choose, waiting for her to leave, waiting for her to lose, and it turned out to be the only love in her life.

So, Sammi finally understood that this kind of love cannot withstand waiting...

(Painful and poignant love really cannot withstand waiting, true love is invincible! ! )