Love Stories 2020 Selection

Because there is a basic rule in this world, that is, love will always be rewarded, either by the love being returned, or by a kind of contempt hidden deep in the heart. Now I will introduce you to a short story about love so that you can learn more easily.

Love Story 1

One evening seven years ago, he met her for the first time at the edge of an alley facing the street in Shanghai.

At that time, she was a woman selling bonuses. He has loved eating that fruit since he was a child, but in the north it is called crabapple. Before leaving his hometown, he had never thought that this kind of fruit existed in the warm Jiangnan. Having just arrived in Shanghai from the north, he was inevitably lonely and often walked alone among the crowd to listen to his own voice. That day, the small cart of crabapples she pushed was full of yellow and red in the damp and drizzling dusk, which made his eyes light up. Perhaps it was just picked, but the fragrance is still graceful. She held the car with one hand and an oil-paper umbrella with the other. Business was sparse, and the way she stood in the light rain seemed like a lonely watercolor, which deeply touched his heart. He stepped forward to weigh some crabapples, and she watched in surprise as he bought five kilograms with the boldness of a northerner. The eyes collide, and the passion flows. She was speechless, just smiling under the umbrella, her lips red and her teeth white. When he woke up, a secret fragrance was already floating in his heart, and he was filled with overwhelming love. I didn't want to at all, it was just a glimpse with her and a business deal with Begonia, that's all. He chuckled to himself at his obsession. However, looking at the crabapples she carefully selected for herself, all plump and plump, I couldn't help but secretly speculate on her thoughts. Looking up, her lake-like eyes were quickly avoiding his burning gaze. However, in the dusk, he still felt an imperceptible blush on her cheeks.

He smiled, thanked her, and turned to leave. He heard her voice speaking to him from behind: "Here, it's called Huahong." Wu Nong spoke softly, as if the August air in the south was filled with the scent of osmanthus. Deep and shallow, he was in a trance: marrying such a woman should be the greatest happiness in this life.

The love that emerged many years ago has long been forgotten by him after many years. Little did he know that many years ago, he really thought about it this way.

In the days and nights that followed, the thoughts that persisted in his mind stopped here. Infatuated with this beautiful emotion, she never explored the differences between him and her. And love should always have a motive, right? At that time, he was alone in a foreign land, with no success in his career. The love of a woman was enough to move him, and that kind of warmth was his only desire at that time. So much so that you completely forget that you will eventually change. For example, you will succeed, you will no longer be alone, and everything will get better. But how could a man and woman who were deeply in love take such meticulous care? At that time, he never thought that she was just a simple and smart country girl.

Therefore, the subsequent story between him and her ended like this:

Six months later, he married her. After the marriage, she never sold bonuses again and got used to him supporting her. He was busy outside, and she was a gentle support at home. After all, she is a simple country girl. Although she travels around in daily necessities, she does not feel the slightest resentment. Being able to cook for him is her lifelong happiness. However, his career grew bigger and bigger and he had more and more friends. There are more and more times when I come home late or don’t come home at all. Shengsing and singing every night, just talking about the ordinary. However, she never spoke a word, and she still served him carefully every time he came home at night. It wasn't until he fell asleep with his back to her that he felt a trace of melancholy and loneliness. She couldn't help but think of the first time she saw him at the entrance of the alley on that drizzly evening many years ago. The jade trees came gracefully in the wind, making her young heart confused and infatuated.

However, it was just a thought of melancholy and loneliness. The next day she still did everything for him tenderly. In this way, the joys and sorrows came along the way, and she paid her heart one by one in her own way. However, so what? The reasons to love someone and the words to stop loving someone can be equally easy.

In the end it was impossible to continue. The divorce happened one morning five years after he met her. There were no big waves, but it was quite peaceful. Materially, he didn't owe her anything. She only kept a little, saying that it would be enough to open a fruit shop. When he left, looking at his figure without looking back, it was just as graceful as before, it was just a difference between leaving and leaving. When tears fell like rain, he had already faded out of her sight.

Shanghai, with its prosperous ten-mile foreign market, fascinates the men and women in it, and even the sadness and joy are changing with each passing day.

Not long after, the divorce from her became just a nostalgic scene in his life. He is busy with his career and also busy with different women. We are in the same city, and if we say we don’t see each other, we will disappear. Besides, Shanghai is too big. He only knew that she opened a fruit shop on Caobao Road. However, he traveled around the bustling city of Shanghai all day long for various businesses and various women, but he never had the chance to pass by her fruit shop.

Two years later, one rainy night, he suddenly thought of her. So I drove my private car and searched all along Caobao Road. The light rain knocked on the car window, making his vision of the surroundings in the car blurry. The lights and people on the street seemed to be immersed in a thick and sad watercolor painting. He suddenly remembered that drizzly evening seven years ago, the first time he met her when he was struggling. After dealing with too many women, I finally get a little tired. Thinking of her at this moment, he felt a warmth that he had never felt before. These hints of warmth made the love that was still lurking in his heart that he had not been aware of for a long time actually ripple like light rain. Even he was surprised.

Finally, I saw her fruit shop at the end of Caobao Road. It was already past 10 o'clock at night, and the location was not good. There were no customers. Under the dim light, she held a handful of light The green oil-paper umbrella looked around gently, with a touch of loneliness in his eyes, just like back then. Across the mist-like drizzle, he watched her standing in the rain from a distance in the car, and suddenly wanted to cry.

He turned off the car lights and sat quietly inside, looking at her fruit shop. The various fruits in the store are packed in various exquisite fruit baskets, all of which are translucent. Shanghai at this time was the peak season for bonus listings. But in her store, looking around, she had almost everything, except for the red and yellow colors that he had been deeply obsessed with. Like my love for her, it remains in my memories.

He watched her tiredly put away her umbrella and return to the store. Later, a man with a strong build but a simple look came out and together with her moved the baskets of fruits placed at the entrance of the store back to the store. It's time to close up, he thought to himself in the car. Seeing her and the man moving back and forth in a tacit understanding, she couldn't help but feel lonely again.

It was a reunion, but he didn’t get out of the car. With everything in front of him, there was no reason for him to get off the car.

Compared with the fact that beauty is easy to change and life is easy to grow old, the most changeable thing is probably the human heart. She guarded him for five years, and her heart was not moved by others. After leaving for only two years, my heart felt like I belonged to someone else. He had no right to blame her, he was the one who missed it. Because the heart changes with the situation, only the bonus is left. No matter what their status is, everyone in the mortal world is the same.

This should be a life of love: love moves with the heart, and the heart moves with the situation, nothing better than this.

Love Story 2

He always calls her when he is drunk.

The eleven-digit number, which was so difficult to remember, suddenly became as clear as a palm print engraved on the palm of his hand when he was drunk. No matter how late the call is, no matter how late it is, after ringing three times, her soft reply will come out. Such a quiet voice, a little hoarse, in the hustle and bustle of drunkenness and wealth, suddenly freezes the night.

He talked about life intermittently, happiness and grievances, anger and injustice, at work, between friends, and rambled on in a series of confusing words. He himself did not understand what he said, but she always understood. And, never interrupt, listen patiently to what he has to say.

Only when he heard her soft voice saying goodbye did he hang up with satisfaction.

He likes her, he thought.

He found it strange that when he called her when he was awake, he always had to search the phone's storage. However, at night, when he was drunk, he would always remember her number clearly and unforgettably.

His mobile phone, like his gradually developing career, changed from Nokia to Samsung, from ordinary to color-screen Chord, and her number was always the first to be stored.

The moment he pressed his fingers on the keyboard, he seemed to feel her warm voice coming to his face, and his heart instantly became moist.

She must like him too, he thought.

However, she has always been so indifferent, maintaining a noble reserve and showing no joy.

Only in the dizzying drunken nights, her clear or confused voice made him feel a little relieved.

Finally, he lost his patience and married another woman.

That little woman who smiles coquettishly will say coquettishly on the phone late at night that she misses him.

The days of drinking began to be occupied by the sweetness of love. It's easy to forget about her if we don't talk to each other anymore.

Only occasionally, when looking for someone else's phone, that familiar number flashes away. His thoughts moved slightly, but her name was lost in the long list that passed by in a hurry.

His business grew bigger and bigger, and the number of drunken entertainments gradually increased. His wife finally lost her gentle care and greetings, became indifferent, and became disgusted with accusations.

Gradually, he got used to the cold and dark home, and the endless quarrels and screams.

However, that day, after drinking with his client and staggering out, he heard one of his young assistants who was also going with him call his girlfriend: "Uh, honey, I drink. More..."

In an instant, all the memories about her surged out like magma penetrating cracks in the earth's crust.

He took out his cell phone tremblingly. It had been a long time, but he still remembered her number. It was a vague number of eleven, and he called it. "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is not available." He was surprised. How could this be possible? Did he remember it wrong?

He found her number from the phone's memory and called again.

Still empty.

On the neon-filled road, he dialed this number over and over again. Every time he dialed, his heart felt an inch colder. And the sound of the empty number seemed to remind him that this number had never existed in his life.

After calling many people, he finally got her home phone number.

He called with great expectation, and it took a long time before someone picked up.

It was her. Although, dimly, he still recognized her voice at once.

He said, I, when I was drunk, thought of you.

She still responded calmly, "Long time no see, are you okay?"

We are finally separated and don't know what to say.

He asked: Why is the original number no longer used?

On the other end of the phone, she sighed quietly: In fact, I have always had two mobile phones, one during the day. It is for work, and the other one is open 24 hours a day. Although only one person knows that number, I hope that when that person is drunk, he can find me as soon as possible.

The air froze in an instant, and the blood all over his body froze instantly. His chest felt like it had been cut open by a sharp dagger, causing severe pain.

She hung up the phone.

He suddenly squatted down and vomited uncontrollably.

The screen of the mobile phone showing her name in her hand suddenly went dark, and those past memories suddenly sank into the boundless darkness and silence.

Finally I knew that that number really existed, and it had existed for him alone.

Love Story 3

I will always remember that during class on Friday afternoon, I accidentally found a movie ticket in the book. When I was flipping through the book, it flew down lightly, and I could vaguely see a few words written in ballpoint pen on the back. I picked it up and took a look, and the four beautiful little words "see you or see you" made me excited all of a sudden.

I tried hard to match the four words "see you or see you" with your handwriting - you wouldn't know that I once secretly collected the composition you wrote. But I'm not entirely sure. The clearer things become, the more complex I have to imagine them. I thought that my subconscious was influenced by love to a great extent. God knows how long I have secretly liked you, but I never dared to show it in front of you. I don’t know what I’m afraid of. I’ve never thought about what would happen if you rejected me, but I don’t even have the courage to express my love. If the movie ticket that suddenly appeared this afternoon was really given by you, what would I do?

The teacher tapped me twice on the forehead at the right time. As soon as I looked up, I noticed that you seemed to be there. There was no encouraging look in my eyes, but I immediately lowered my head and pretended to read seriously. The vague look in his eyes made me more suspicious, and suddenly I became very inferior. I thought of many other possible outcomes.

What if you didn't give me this little movie ticket? How should I face another girl who is different from you? It's entirely possible that this is a trap specially set for me by my lively best friends. . They may have arranged to watch my jokes together in the cinema. I don't mind making a fool of myself in front of them, but I am afraid that if I expose my feelings for you in front of them, you will know about it one day. How can I face it?

I fell into an indescribable anxiety. I hope you see my anxiety and give me a clearer hint. But until school was over, I was still worried about the source of movie tickets. The reverse side of "See You or Be Seen" is printed in block letters: Thirteen rows of five seats, × month × day (Saturday) 19:00 pm; the film title "Must Believe in Fate". There is a beautiful Korean romance movie tomorrow night, and it has a quiet location on the side. If I put aside all my worries, I would be very willing to watch it alone.

Saturday morning and afternoon faded into the distance. The two thoughts of going and not going have alternated in my mind more than twenty times. Finally, I thought of a risky approach: I would go later and observe in the dark first. If I saw you in the direction of the 13th row and the 5th seat, I would step forward.

I dressed up in the evening, deliberately changed my work and rest schedule, took a shower, and stood in front of the mirror for a long time, looking very casual. At the entrance of the cinema, I specifically checked the time - 19:06. But when I entered the cinema, I was still worried, as if I would never get out once I stepped in. But immediately I saw your still calm back in the thirteenth row. I knew I couldn't be wrong. So I tiptoed towards you full of joy and excitement, and I was very afraid that you would look back and see my excitement as I walked towards you. But finally I suppressed my rapid heartbeat and walked to the aisle in the thirteenth row.

You looked up at me and squeezed towards the fifth seat. I avoided your eyes as usual. Finally here, I thought. Without waiting for me to sit down or for me to take a good look at your dress, you suddenly said something, your tone still very calm: "Why are you here?"

Joy and passion burst out. A collapse. I think people with poor Chinese proficiency can understand this sentence. People who shouldn't be here have come, but people who should be here haven't come yet. It turns out that you did make an appointment with someone, but the person you made an appointment with is not me. It turns out that "see you or see you" was meant for another person. It turns out that I just received the movie tickets by mistake, or you misplaced the movie tickets. I can forgive you because I firmly believe that the person you dated is more than a hundred times better than me, and only in this way can I feel better inside.

But I no longer care about who you like, and I find that my current situation is not at all what I expected. No one asked me out, and no one teased me. I had prepared an escape route for every foreseeable consequence, but I encountered an unexpected dilemma. But I quickly adjusted. I remember a fortune teller told me that I would achieve great things in times of crisis. Now is a critical moment, and I think I'll sweep it all under the rug.

I said: "Why are you here too?"

Then I took out the movie ticket, covered the four words on the back, and pretended to check the seat number behind me. : Five seats, I think I can remember that seat for the rest of my life.

I went on to say: "Did you buy a ticket for row 23 with six seats? I am sitting in row 5, what a coincidence!" I said "row 23" very emphaticly.

You said one word at a time: "I bought tickets for 13 rows of five and six seats!"

When you said this, I suddenly realized that you no longer You are no longer your usual self, your voice is no longer calm, and even contains a hint of resentment. I think you should feel resentment towards the person who broke the promise. For a complete victim like me, it’s fine that you don’t know my feelings, but you can’t inflict resentment. This will only make me more sad. In fact, I also resent people who break appointments: in the face of such a good girl, someone actually breaks the appointment. Suddenly I had forgotten that my movie ticket was the reason for the no-show—I had treated it as if I had bought it myself.

I pretended to suddenly realize and said: "It turns out this is row 13, no wonder I'm still wondering why it's so far forward. I sat in the wrong seat, I'm sorry."

Finished I didn't wait for you to say anything else, so I just squeezed out of the crowd.

I think there is no need for me to say goodbye to you. Since we have never been together, there is no need to say goodbye. After leaving the cinema, I looked at my watch again - 19:16. After only ten minutes, the movie was over, I thought.

These ten minutes determined my ten years of confusion. At the class reunion ten years later, you and I were both married. You even have a cute little boy of your own. We drank together and I noticed that you became very strong. I imagine you were teetotal at least ten years ago.

You suddenly asked me: "It was obviously you who was late that day before I lost my temper. Why can't you understand and make up a ridiculous reason to escape?"

Tears blurred my eyes, as if I had become the blind male protagonist in the movie.

Love Story 4

A long time ago, there was a Chinese man who missed his friend in the middle of the night. He immediately took a boat and rushed away. At dawn, he arrived in front of his friend's house, but turned around and went back. Ask him why? He said: Wherever you are excited, you will return home after your excitement is exhausted. The most perfect story about the visit would be the visit to the thatched cottage three times, but in terms of meaning and meaning, it must be this gentleman of temperament.

The blooming flowers are beautiful, but if you can see them at a glance, you will lose some aftertaste.

The French writer Jousenard once wrote such a story based on the background of "The Tale of Genji":

There was a Prince Genji who was a romantic man, and he was with him when he was young. His stepmother had an affair, and after his fiftieth birthday, he found that the same thing had happened to him. His third wife, the Princess of the West Chamber, had an affair with a young relative, which reminded him that it was time to say goodbye to his youth.

Prince Genji went to live in seclusion in the mountains, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and lived a poor and lonely life. He also has to endure the eye disease that robs him of his sight day by day.

In the palace of Prince Genji, there was Mrs. Hanasari. She was from a middle-class family, had average appearance, and had served several other wives of the prince. Although Prince Genji only visited her a few times late at night and drunkenly, she was still deeply in love with him. Moreover, because of his noble status and elegant demeanor, she felt a certain sense of gratitude for his love.

After Prince Genji entered the mountain, although the other wives also expressed their loyalty, over time, they sorted out their moods and devoted themselves to their new lives. There was only Mrs. Hua Sanli. She first wrote some affectionate letters, but received no reply, so she hired a carriage and horses to go to the mountains, but the prince showed indifference and drove her away.

Mrs. Hanasanri refused to give up. After Prince Genji lost his sight, she pretended to be the daughter of the tenant farmer Song Ping and became his lover again. When the prince discovered that she was not an ignorant village girl, but a woman who knew her own origins, he felt insulted and drove her away.

Mrs. Hua Sanli is not desperate. A few months later, she made a comeback by pretending to be Zhu Sanjun, the wife of a seventh-rank nobleman in Yamato Province. She sang a song for the prince, which excited him. Mrs. Hua Sanli became the prince's mistress again. In order to stay with him forever, she pretended not to know who he was.

They lived in the mountains for some time, and the prince was dying. On his deathbed, he recalled his love life and counted the women who once shone in the starry sky of his life, including his first wife Cai Ji, Xi Yanjun who died in his arms, and the women he had an affair with. The beautiful stepmother, the shy Mrs. Kong Chan, the gentle Akashi Ji, the daughter of the tenant farmer Song Ping, the young Zhu Sanjun...

Mrs. Hua Sanli couldn't help but remind him that there was another one - Prince Dan. Already dead, the only name he forgot was Mrs. Hua Sanli.

Mrs. Hanasanri's passionate and persistent pursuit of love was ultimately in vain. After the death of Prince Genji, she also went crazy. She is the kind of woman who drinks strong drinks and wants to be extreme in everything, even pain. If she takes a step back like the other wives of the prince, then whether it is vanity or indifference, the man who occasionally visits late at night will always be her love dream. Or, it would be a kind of beauty for her to bathe in love with the prince in the mountains, watch the sunset quietly, and silently experience the slow passage of her lover's life. What does it matter who he remembers and who he doesn't remember?

The flowers are half-opened and the wine is slightly tipsy.

Between advancing and retreating, gazing, or turning around, that kind of beauty is just like the song says, "Those who have never drank will not understand.

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Love Story 5

A man and a woman fell in love on campus. She came down to marry him. This is a modern version of the seven fairies coming down to earth. The woman’s father is the government where the university is located. It is important to note that his mother is an accomplished researcher in a research institute, and he is the son of a farmer. Everyone knows what the son of a Chinese farmer has.

But she follows him wholeheartedly. She gave up her family ties and future and went to teach in a rural middle school. The most important thing was that she was content with her current living situation, staying together and not wanting to be flashy.

Because of his excellent work and being the only famous college student in the county, he quickly stood out in the teaching world. In just 10 years, he went from being the dean of education, vice principal, deputy director of the Education Bureau, director to county magistrate.

When he became county magistrate, he was only 29 years old. She felt relieved about her husband's promotion and felt that she had not recognized the wrong person; and he also thanked his wife for giving him what he needed most when he needed love most. .

But in the officialdom, he was often unable to help himself and had endless social activities every day. Fortunately, she had no complaints about it.

After being drunk, A beautiful and young girl who had admired him for a long time offered herself to him. After the incident, he was horrified and felt sorry for his wife. But when the man discovered that all this happened without anyone noticing, the man's bloody nature was revealed. That beautiful girl was on fire. During the days when his wife was on a business trip, he acquiesced to the girl who was almost madly in love with him and slept with him.

Finally, the scene of their affair was nakedly exposed. In front of his wife who came home early, the wife did not make a fuss, but let the girl go with a smile, and told her not to be too panicked. She also helped the frightened girl to straighten her messy clothes.

After the affair girl left, she became silent and never spoke to him alone again. She would only talk to him when his subordinates came or when her daughter was at home. She looked very loving. As soon as the others left, she became "dumb" again.

In fact, he knew that his wife's love was the most important reason for him to be where he is today. Conditions. He loved her and was ashamed of his behavior. He knelt in front of her and confessed to her like an ascetic, and he persisted in this for 12 years. His hair turned gray and his physiological functions changed. But no matter what, his wife refused to speak.

One day after 12 years, his wife took the initiative to talk to him. She said: "I am sick." Breast cancer, the doctor said that some cells have spread and my time is running out. After hearing this, he burst into tears, hugged her and asked over and over again: "Why didn't you tell me? We can find the best hospital for treatment!"

He sent his wife to the hospital, but It was too late. When his wife was dying, she said to him: "Now, I admit that I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like this all these years. After I die, you can find a suitable woman and live together. "The man howled.

Three months after the woman died, the man also passed away. He suffered from gastric cancer, which was discovered during a physical examination a year ago, but he did not tell her that he had gastric cancer before he died. He said something to his daughter that was baffling to her: "Your mother has forgiven me, and I will die with no regrets. "

Later, he and a friend who was a medical expert said to their daughter: "Your father and your mother's illnesses are both caused by long-term depression.

If your mother had shown her tolerance earlier, things might have had a different outcome..."

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