A philosophical love story?

For many people, love experience is like a thread connecting all stages of life. Here are a few articles I recommend for everyone

: Xiao Shenyang's Love

Little Shenyang is popular. The popular little Shenyang has not forgotten the earnest teachings of his master Zhao Benshan who warned him "never get divorced" when he first became popular. He still loves his wife Shen Chunyang deeply as always. On the stage, Xiao Shenyang and his wife Shen Chunyang often perform on the same stage and are known as the "sweet duo". In life, people often see the two of them clasping their fingers together, smiling happily, going out in public places.

Little Shenyang’s original name is Shen He. In order to find a good partner, he met Shen Chunyang and fell in love with her. It was not easy to pursue her. Shen Chunyang, who was beautiful and cheerful, had only regarded him as a performing partner on the same stage for a long time and never thought about love at all. In order to express his feelings to Shen Chunyang, he changed his name to Shenyang. Shen is the Shen of Shenyang, and Yang is the Yang of Shen Chunyang.

In order to win Shen Chunyang's favor, the simple little Shenyang directly handed over his wallet to Shen Chunyang for safekeeping. There was not much money in the wallet, only more than one hundred yuan, but it was all Xiao Shenyang's savings at that time. Because he was not well-known at that time, he really didn’t make much money. The details of this love finally touched Shen Chunyang's heart, and she finally accepted Xiao Shenyang's love and became his girlfriend.

Shen Chunyang is very beautiful, with big bright eyes as clear as water. The voice is clear and the singing is beautiful. Standing on the stage, it's quite stylish. The two people share the same goals, they are both duo actors, and they work well together. On the stage, Xiao Shenyang enjoys partnering with his beloved wife and performs with ease.

When being interviewed by "Happy Family" at Happy Camp, Xiao Shenyang was a little overwhelmed by He Jiong's spicy questions, because He Jiong had a tendency to dig deep into his emotions. Xiao Shenyang is definitely a model of loving his wife, and everyone knows that he is devoted and affectionate to his wife. What interests He Jiong are the romantic details between Xiao Shenyang and his beloved wife. Of course, in the hearts of the audience, they also want to hear the romantic story of Xiao Shenyang.

The questions raised by He Jiong were both in-depth and specific, but Xiao Shenyang's answers could never satisfy He Jiong. Of course, they also certainly failed to meet the expectations of the audience in front of the TV. It can be seen that He Jiong felt a touch of disappointment in his heart. Is the family life of this little Shenyang that brings happiness to audiences across the country so ordinary? Or should I say, as a star, how can the family life of this little Shenyang be so ordinary? The situation is different from before. Little Shenyang is not short of money. Money can create romance, and Xiao Shenyang should be very romantic!

But in fact, Xiao Shenyang completely disappointed He Jiong in the end. Regarding the question of who is in charge of the money, Xiao Shenyang told the truth, she is in charge of the money. How can a man talk about romance if he doesn't have money? He Jiong, who was unwilling to do so, asked Xiao Shenyang to answer, "How is your romance with your beloved wife?" Xiao Shenyang blushed and answered honestly, "My romance is to fry a plate for her." Hot and sour potato shreds.

This is too unromantic. He Jiong refused to give up and asked, "What about her romance with you?" Xiao Shenyang said, "It is to stir-fry a plate of cucumber and fried meat for me."

As for the topic of romance, He Jiong finally gave up and let Xiao Shenyang go. This topic was never mentioned again in subsequent interviews.

But the simple little Shenyang moved the audience in front of the TV. In this impetuous era, getting married in the morning and getting divorced in the afternoon is nothing new. As the famous "Yangzi" with many fans, he stepped off the stage, returned home, put on an apron, walked into the kitchen, and seriously fried a plate of hot and sour potato shreds for his beloved wife. This is actually the most beautiful thing. A beautiful romantic gesture. A man who is willing to cook for his beloved wife is the most romantic man in the world.

Love in Xiao Shenyang is just like this plate of spicy and sour potato shreds, which are fresh, crispy, nutritious and delicious.

: The love of a smaller one

He is short and ugly, while she is slender and is the kind of beauty that everyone loves.

Their love took root and sprouted in the eyes of everyone's doubts. Until the crystallization of love later, they still raised eyebrows and everyone was puzzled.

One day, several sisters who were frustrated in love pestered her to come over for tea. I don’t know who started it, and asked her to tell the secret of why they were able to live together.

She was smiling so happily that she was so happy from ear to ear, as if that man had become her treasure.

She said that at the beginning, she felt that she had suffered a loss and had to ask for lifeless things from him, or even threaten divorce. One day, she bought a pair of red leather shoes from a department store, but they were one size larger. This is probably what women like about things. Regardless of whether they can be worn or not, if you like the look, you have to pay for it. After I bought it home, it was thrown into the shoe rack because it didn't fit my feet. Not long after, she came home one day and saw him very busy. He added cushions to the heels of his leather shoes. She laughed when she saw this and said how could this be possible, adding the blocks would hurt her feet. He said, give it a try and then talk.

She tried on the larger pair of leather shoes and felt more comfortable than ever before. He asked the shoemaker for advice on the pad and changed it several times before he succeeded. It was then that she realized that she usually had too little respect for him. She began to change her attire, wear high heels on the streets, and try to be bare-faced as much as possible. Sometimes she felt like a beggar, but in fact, it was all to worry about what he thought.

I added pads to the back of the shoes, and the original unsuitability turned out to be suitable; I made myself look slovenly, but it was to get closer to him. There is no smaller love in this world, only smaller heart and wisdom.

: It makes me sad when I think about it. We once loved it

I received an email in my mailbox: Dear students, September this year is the 10th anniversary of our admission to school. Welcome everyone back to school to participate in the "10th Anniversary" reunion". 10 years? I was a little surprised, and after a quick calculation, it turned out to be 10 years since I was admitted to college in 2001. I called some old classmates and booked a flight online. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I really want to go back and visit.

The party is scheduled for September 10th, which is both Teachers' Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is said that a major function of the class reunion is to "break up a pair to make a pair." Before leaving, my boyfriend asked me nervously: "Do you remember the way home?" I laughed at him for being too nervous: "Of course, I still owe hundreds of thousands in mortgage payments!"

Me I know he was worried about me seeing you, but I was actually a little worried too, so when we met so "calmly" at the dinner table, did you notice that I had to eat melon seeds to hide my inner panic? I didn't dare to look at your face, so I had to stare at your leather shoes - what a pair of clean and beautiful leather shoes. As we approach the age of 30, some men start to become clean and some start to become sloppy.

In my impression, you have always been decadent and melancholy. On Christmas Eve in 2003, the girls in the dormitory and I happily went to eat a large plate of chicken. During the dinner, you kept calling me, but you didn't say anything and only asked me if I was okay. I said I was fine and you hung up. It was already late at night when we returned to the dormitory, and you suddenly begged me to go see you. I didn't, and I kept repeating, but finally couldn't resist you, so I took a taxi. It seems that you drank too much and insisted on walking back, only to sit by the moat halfway. It was quiet and cold by the moat at night. The two of us sat next to each other without saying anything. We sat there until we were almost freezing, and then I pulled you back. I don’t remember what kind of scene it was. You kissed me suddenly. I couldn’t react for a moment. Your lips were cold and hard. I only touched them lightly and you stopped and looked at me steadily. There was no more continuation to this kiss. The next morning, the weather was very cold. When I went out, I wore your thick down jacket, which was as big as a bun. I couldn't fasten the zipper for a long time. You sighed, squatted down and zipped it up, and I couldn't feel the cold anymore. temperature.

For a while, you lived off campus to prepare for the TOEFL test. You would add an extra poached egg to your dinner every day, and then I would walk a long way to take you to the car. You would always walk on the left, and from time to time you would reach out to dial. Cut out the branches hanging down from the roadside.

We walked slowly, sometimes talking, sometimes not talking. I felt very calm when I was with you, and I felt that getting along with you should be simple and quiet.

You once said to me that falling in love is like walking. The one who walks fast must wait for the one who walks slowly, and the one who walks slowly must catch up a few steps, so that it can last forever. You also said that with someone who makes you love more, your edges and spirituality will be slowly smoothed away - you live so clearly and are so sharp that I thought you were deliberately destroying my love for you. It destroyed my belief in men, but many years later, I realized that you were actually just telling me the truth about love.

After you lived alone, I occasionally visited you. There were several plants growing prosperously in the small one-bedroom apartment you rented. It was dark, and we were watching Beijing's traffic jams on the overpass of the West Third Ring Road. When cars were coming, the headlights were dazzling; when cars were going, the red taillights were soft. I like to look at the side where the car is going, and have a sense of longing as it drives into the distance; you like the side where the car is coming, eye-catching and blazing, like your life. When we were in a bad mood, we would sit on the side of the road and watch the people and cars. At that time, Linglong Road was very quiet and clean, making it suitable for a leisurely stroll. You said, let me imagine pedestrians and cars as potatoes. Look, that one is a fat potato, that one is a short potato, and that potato drives a potato cart... Every time I was in a bad mood after that, I stood on the overpass, Sitting in a car on the side of the road, you will find it funny if you imagine that all the people are potatoes in different shapes.

There are too many uncertainties in young love. Later you left Beijing, and then you returned to Beijing. We rarely see each other and rarely communicate. You never ask me about my boyfriend, and I never care about how many girlfriends you have had. This is the legendary "grey friendship", where each other holds their own, unwilling to take a step forward, nor can they take a step back, until 10 years later, everyone goes their separate ways and pursues their own futures.

The night after the party ended, I received your text message: If I could do it again, I would like to hold your hand. The morning glory bloomed and failed, but I can't forget that kiss. I admit that the moment I read the text message, I felt an electric shock all over my body. The tunnel of memory was suddenly opened, and the past scenes were replayed in front of my eyes with incomparable clarity. I also admit that if I hadn’t seen you on the party list, Given the name, I might not take a three-hour flight from the southern country, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away, to Beijing.

But because of you, and because of the regrets and complex that I have not let go of for 10 years, I came without hesitation, as if I had used up all 10 years of courage at once, I came.

It’s a pity that 10 years later, I have understood that the truth of love is not ambiguous in the clouds. A man who truly loves you will firmly hold your hand. He is afraid that if he is negligent, he will let you go. You run away and don't come back. I found a man who loves me, dotes on me, and is willing to live a normal life with me. As for you, beautiful fragments will flow out intermittently, but they can no longer be connected.

So I replied to you calmly: It’s very late, go to bed early.

Because after dawn, we will go our separate ways again.