Love story 2020 selection

Because there is a basic law in this world, that is, love will always be rewarded, either by the loved one or by deep contempt. For your convenience, I'll tell you a little story about love.

Love story 1

One night seven years ago, he met her for the first time on the edge of a street-facing alley in Shanghai.

She was a woman selling bonuses at that time. He loved that kind of fruit since he was a child, but it was called Haitang in the north. Before leaving his hometown, he never thought that the warm south of the Yangtze River also had this kind of fruit. Soon after he came to Shanghai from the north, he was inevitably lonely. He often walked alone in the crowd and listened to his own voice. On that day, she pushed a begonia car, and he was dazzled by yellow and red in the drizzly and humid dusk. Maybe it's just picked, and the fragrance is still graceful. She has a car in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other. Business was scarce, and the way she stood in the light rain was like a touch of lonely watercolor, which deeply touched his heart. He said he wanted to weigh some begonia, and she was surprised to see that he bought a whole five catties with the heroism of the northerners. Eye contact, affectionate flow. She has nothing to say but smile under the umbrella, her lips are red and her teeth are white. When he was shocked, the fragrance was already floating in his heart, and his love was unbearable. I don't want to. Just hit it off with her, plus a Haitang business, that's all. He chuckled to himself about his obsession. However, looking at her carefully selected begonia, all full and plump, I can't help but secretly ponder her mind. Looking up, her lake-like eyes quickly avoided his burning eyes. However, in the twilight, he still felt an imperceptible blush on her cheek.

He smiled and thanked him. When he turned to leave, he heard her voice behind him and said to him, Here, this is called a bonus. Wu Nong speaks softly, as if the air in August in the south passed out with the osmanthus wind. Deep and shallow, he is in a trance: marrying such a woman should be the greatest happiness in this life.

Love born many years ago, after many years, he has long forgotten it. Little did he know that many years ago, he really thought so.

After that, day and night, the persistent thoughts in his mind stopped there. Obsessed with this beautiful emotion, I have never explored the difference between him and her. Love should always have a motive, right? At that time, he was alone in a foreign land and his career was nothing. A woman's love was enough to move him, and that kind of warmth was his only desire at that time. That I completely forget that I will eventually change. For example, it will be successful, not lonely, and everything will be fine. However, how can men and women immersed in love care so much? At that time, it never occurred to him that she was just a simple and clever country woman.

Therefore, he and her later story had such an ending:

Six months later, he married her. After marriage, she never sold a bonus again, and she was used to him raising her. He is busy outside, and she has gentle support at home. After all, she is a simple country woman. Although she runs around in daily necessities, she has no resentment. Being able to cook for him is the happiness of her life. However, his career is getting bigger and bigger, and he has more and more friends. More and more people go home late or not at all. Singing every night is just ordinary. However, she never talks, and every time she goes home at night, she still waits on him carefully. It was not until he fell asleep with his back to her that he felt a little melancholy and lonely. She couldn't help thinking of that drizzly evening many years ago, when she first met him in the alley. Yushu comes naturally in the breeze, making her young heart crazy in love.

However, it was just a melancholy and lonely thought, and she still did everything for him gently the next day. In this way, along the way, she paid her thoughts one by one in her own way. But what can be done? The reasons for loving a person and the wording of not loving a person can be equally relaxed.

I can't go on. The divorce happened one morning five years after he met her. There were no big waves, but it was calm. Materially, he owes her nothing. She only left a little, saying it would be enough if she could open a fruit shop. When I left, I looked at his back and never looked back, just like that, but it was nothing more than whether to stay or not. When tears poured down, he had disappeared from her sight.

Shanghai, the prosperity of Shili Yangchang, bewitched the men and women inside, and even the joys and sorrows changed with each passing day. Not many days later, the plot of divorcing her became the only nostalgic scene in his life. He is busy with his career and different women. In the same city, you say you can't see, and you disappear. Besides, Shanghai is too big. All he knows is that she opened a fruit shop on Cao Bao Road. However, he traveled between the bustling Shanghai all day, for all kinds of business and for all kinds of women, but he never had a chance to pass by her fruit shop.

Two years later, on a rainy night, he suddenly remembered her. I drove a private car and looked for it along Cao Bao Road. Xiaoyu knocked on the window and let him look around in the car. The lights and people in the street seem to be blurred in a heavy and sad watercolor painting. He suddenly remembered that rainy night seven years ago, and he struggled to see her for the first time. Too many women are always tired. Thinking of her at the moment, I feel a warmth I have never felt before. These warm feelings make him lurk in his heart, and he still has a little love that he hasn't felt for a long time. In fact, it's like a light rain. Even he was surprised.

Finally, at the end of Cao Bao Road, I saw her fruit shop. At night 10, the location is not good. No customers. Under the dim light, she walked with a light green oiled paper umbrella and looked around gently, with a faint loneliness in her eyes, just like that year. Through the drizzle, he watched her standing in the rain from a distance in the car and suddenly wanted to cry.

He turned off the light, sat quietly inside and looked at her fruit shop. All kinds of fruits in the shop are packed in all kinds of exquisite fruit baskets, which are eye-catching. At this time, Shanghai is the peak season for bonus listing. But her shop, looking up, has almost everything except the red and yellow colors that he was deeply obsessed with. Like love for her, it's all in my memory.

He watched her wearily put away her umbrella and return to the shop. Later, a sturdy but honest man came out and moved the baskets of fruit at the door of the store back to the store with her. It's time to close, he thought in the car. Looking at her and that man, moving the fruit back and forth tacitly, I can't help but feel lonely.

It was a reunion, but he didn't get off. In the face of all this, there is no reason to let him get off.

Compared with Zhu Yan's fickle old age, the easiest thing to change is probably the heart. She has been with him for five years, and her heart is unmoved by others. It's only been two years since I left, and my heart belongs again He has no right to blame her, he missed it himself. Because the heart moves with the environment, it is just an addition. No matter what status, people share this principle in the world of mortals.

This should be life in love: love follows the heart, and the heart moves with the environment.

Love story 2

He always calls her when he is drunk.

When he was drunk, the eleven numbers that he finally remembered suddenly became as clear as palm prints carved on his palm. Call out, no matter how late, the bell rings three times, and her soft-spoken response comes out. The quiet voice was hoarse, and in the drunken noise, suddenly, the night was frozen.

He told a series of confused words about life, happiness and injustice, anger and injustice, work and friends. He doesn't know what he is saying, but she always understands, never interrupts, and listens to him patiently.

Hearing her softly say goodbye, he hung up the phone contentedly.

He likes her, he thought.

He is very strange. When he calls her when he is awake, he always checks the memory of his mobile phone. However, at night, he was drunk, and he always remembered her number clearly and persistently.

His mobile phone is the same as his growing career, from Nokia to Samsung, from ordinary to color screen chords, her number is always saved first.

The moment his finger pressed on the keyboard, he seemed to feel her warm voice coming from his face, and his heart was instantly wet.

She likes him too, he thought.

But she has always been so indifferent, maintaining a noble reserve and not seeing joy.

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

Finally, he lost patience and married another woman.

That charming little woman who laughs repeatedly will say coquetry and miss him on the phone late at night.

The days of drinking began to be occupied by the sweetness of love. It's easy to forget her if you stop talking.

Only occasionally, when I was looking through someone else's mobile phone, the familiar number passed by. His thoughts wavered, but her name was lost in the long list that hurried by.

His business is getting bigger and bigger, and his drunken entertainment is gradually increasing. His wife, finally without Wen Ya's concern and greetings, turned a deaf ear to this and hated accusations.

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

However, on that day, after he had finished drinking with his clients and staggered out, he heard one of his young assistants calling his girlfriend: "Er, honey, I drank too much ..."

In an instant, all the memories of her poured out like cracks in the earth's crust.

Trembling, he took out his mobile phone. How long has it been? He still remembers her number. He vaguely shouted 1 1. "Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist." He was surprised. How is that possible? Is there something wrong?

He found her number in the phone memory and called back.

Still empty.

On the neon road, he dialed this number again and again, and every time he dialed it, his heart was cold. The voice of the empty number seems to remind him that this number has never existed in his life.

After many people tossing and turning, he finally got her home phone number.

He called in anticipation, and it was a long time before someone came to pick him up.

It was her, and though it was vague, he recognized her voice at once.

He said, I was drunk and thought of you.

She still responded so calmly. It's been a long time, okay?

I finally identified myself, but I don't know what to say.

He asked: Why not use the original number?

At the other end of the phone, she sighed lightly: In fact, I always have two mobile phones, one for work during the day and the other for 24 hours. Although only one person knows the number, I hope that person can find me at the first time when he is drunk.

The air freezes instantly, and his whole body's blood freezes instantly. His chest was cut like a sharp dagger, and he was in great pain.

She hung up the phone.

He suddenly squatted down and vomited involuntarily.

In her hand, the screen of the mobile phone with her name on it suddenly darkened, and those memories once sank into endless darkness and silence.

Finally, I know that the number really existed, and it once existed only for him.

love story 3: the way home

I will always remember when I was in class on Friday afternoon, I accidentally found a movie ticket in the book. When I was turning the page, it flew down lightly and vaguely wrote a few words on the back with a ballpoint pen. I picked it up and saw that the four beautiful words "Be there or be square" suddenly excited me.

I tried to match the words "be there or be square" with your handwriting-you wouldn't know that I had secretly collected your composition. But I'm not entirely sure. The clearer you are, the more you want to imagine in a complicated direction. I thought my subconscious was greatly influenced by love. God knows how long I've had a crush on you, but I never dared to show my trace in front of you. I don't know what I'm afraid of. I never thought about what would happen if you refused, but I didn't even have the courage to say my love. What would I do if you really gave me a movie ticket that suddenly appeared this afternoon?

The teacher patted me twice on the forehead at the right time. As soon as I looked up, I found your encouraging eyes, but I immediately lowered my head and pretended to be reading carefully. That seemingly innocent look made me more suspicious, and suddenly I became very inferior. I thought of many other possible outcomes. If you didn't give me this little movie ticket, how could I face another girl who is different from you? It is entirely possible that my lively best friend set me up on purpose. They may have made an appointment to go to the cinema to see my jokes. I don't care about making a fool of myself in front of them, but I'm afraid to expose my feelings for you in front of them, so that you will know about it one day. How should I face it?

I fell into an indescribable anxiety. I hope you saw my anxiety and gave me a clearer hint. But until after school, I was still worried about the source of movie tickets. The reverse of "Be there or be square" is printed in block letters: 13 rows and 5 seats, on the afternoon of ×××× (Saturday)19: 00; The name of the movie is Don't Believe in Fate. A very good Korean romantic movie tomorrow night, plus a quiet seat on the side, if I put aside all my troubles, I want to watch it alone.

Saturday morning and afternoon faded away. The two thoughts of going and not going have appeared in my mind for more than twenty times. Finally, I thought of an adventurous way: I'll go later and observe in the dark first. If I see your figure in the direction of thirteen rows and five seats, I will go forward.

In the evening, I dressed up completely, specially changed my schedule, took a bath and walked around in front of the mirror for a long time, posing as a casual person. At the gate of the cinema, I specially looked at the time-19: 06. But when I entered the cinema, I was still very nervous, as if I could never get out if I took a step forward. But immediately I saw you still calm in the thirteenth row. I know I can't be wrong. So I crept up to you with joy and excitement, and I was afraid that you would look back at my excitement when I walked up to you. But in the end, I covered my fast heartbeat and walked to the aisle in the thirteenth row.

You looked up at me and squeezed into five seats. I avoided your eyes as usual. Finally, I think. Before I sat down to have a good look at your dress, you suddenly said something, and your tone remained calm: "Why are you here?"

Happiness and passion disappeared. I think people with poor Chinese can understand this sentence. The wrong person hasn't come yet. So you do have an appointment, but not me. So this "be there or be square" is for another person. It turns out that I just received the movie ticket by mistake, or you put it in the wrong place. I can forgive you, because I firmly believe that the people you associate with are more than 100 times better than me. Only in this way will my heart feel better.

But I have forgotten who you like, and I find that my present situation is not what I imagined at all. Nobody asked me out, and nobody played me. I prepared a retreat for every foreseeable consequence, but I encountered unexpected difficulties. But I quickly adjusted. I remember a fortune teller telling me that I would achieve great things in the crisis. Now is the critical moment, I think I will cover everything up.

I said, "Why are you here?"

Then I took out the movie ticket, covered the four words at the back, and pretended to check the seat number at the back: five. I think I can remember that seat all my life.

I went on to say, "Did you buy a ticket with twenty-three rows and six seats? I'm five. What a coincidence! " I deliberately take "Twenty-three Row" seriously.

You said slowly, "I bought thirteen rows of tickets with five seats and six seats!" " "

When you say this sentence, I suddenly find that you are no longer like yourself, your voice is no longer calm, and you even smell of resentment. I think you should resent the man who stood me up. For an out-and-out victim like me, you just don't know my mood, but you can't resent it, which will only make me more sad. In fact, I hate people who stood me up: in the face of such a good girl, someone stood me up. Suddenly I have forgotten that my movie ticket is the reason for missing the appointment-I have bought it myself.

I pretended to have an epiphany and said, "So this is row 13. No wonder I still wonder why I am so far ahead. I took the wrong seat, sorry. "

After that, I didn't wait for you to speak again, so I squeezed out of the crowd. I don't think I need to say goodbye to you. Since we have never been together, there is no need to say goodbye. Out of the cinema, I looked at my watch again-19:16. After only ten minutes, the film was over, I think.

These ten minutes have determined my ten-year confusion. Ten years later, at the class reunion, you and I were both married. You even have a cute little boy We drank together, and I found that you became very strong. I think you were a teetotaler at least ten years ago.

You suddenly asked me, "It was obviously because you were late first that 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 a blind hero in the movie.

Love story 4

A long time ago, there was a man in China who missed his friend in the middle of the night. He immediately boarded a boat and hurried on. He arrived at his friend's house at dawn, but turned around and went back. Ask him why? He said: Go home when you are happy, and go home when you are happy. At the extreme, the story of the interview should be three visits to the cottage, but the theory is meaningful and belongs to this gentleman.

The blooming flowers are beautiful, but they are unobstructed, with little aftertaste.

The French writer Jude Cynar once wrote a story based on The Tale of Genji:

There was a prince Genji who had an affair with his young stepmother when he was young. After his 50th birthday, he found the same thing happened to him. His third wife, Princess of the West Chamber, cheated on his young relatives, which reminded him that it was time to say goodbye to his youth.

Prince Genji lives in seclusion in the mountains, recites Buddhist scriptures and leads a poor and lonely life. Endure the eye diseases that deprive him of his sight day after day.

In the palace of Prince Genji, there was a lady named Hua. She comes from a middle-class family, looks ordinary and has served the prince's other wives. Although Prince Genji only visited her several times in the middle of the night when he was drunk, she still loved him deeply. Moreover, because of his noble status and elegant demeanor, she was somewhat grateful for his love.

After Prince Genji entered the mountain, other wives expressed their loyalty one after another, but after a long time, they cleaned up their mood and threw themselves into a new life. Only Mrs. Hua wrote several affectionate letters first, but when she didn't receive a reply, she hired horses and chariots to come to the mountains, but the prince was indifferent and drove her away.

Mrs. Hua San refused to stop there. After Prince Genji became blind, she pretended to be the daughter of tenant farmer Song Ping and became his lover again. When the prince found out that she was not an ignorant village girl, but a woman who knew her own story, he felt insulted and drove her away.

Mrs. Hua is not desperate. A few months later, she dressed up as the wife of seven nobles in Yamato Province and wished the three armies a comeback. She sang a song for the prince, which made him very excited. Mrs. Hua became the prince's mistress again. In order to be with him forever, she pretended not to know who he was.

They lived in the mountains for a while, and the prince was dying. On his deathbed, he recalled his love life and told the story of the woman who once shone in the starry sky of his life, the first wife Cai Ji, the late Yan Jun who died in his arms, the beautiful stepmother who passed him privately, the shy empty cicada lady, the gentle Ji, the daughter of tenant farmer Song Ping, and the three kings. ...

Mrs. Hua Sanli couldn't help reminding him that there was another one-but the prince was dead, and the only name he forgot was Mrs. Hua Sanli.

Mrs. Hua's fanatical and persistent pursuit of love finally came to nothing. After the death of Prince Genji, she also went crazy. She is the kind of woman who drinks hard liquor. She wants to do everything to the extreme, even if it is pain. If she takes a half step back like the other wives of the prince, then, vanity or indifference, the man who occasionally visits late at night will always be her love dream. In other words, she fell in love with the * * * prince in the mountains, quietly watching the sunset and silently experiencing the slow passage of her lover's life, which is also a kind of beauty. What does it matter who he remembers and who he doesn't?

Half-blooming, slightly drunk.

Advance and retreat, stare, or turn around, that kind of beauty, just like the song "people who have never drunk will not understand."

Love story 5

Men and women love each other on campus. She married him, which is a modern version of the seven fairies. The woman's father is an important official of the government where the university is located, and her mother is an effective researcher in a research institute. He is the son of a farmer. What's the son of a farmer in China? Everyone knows that.

But she made up her mind to follow him. She gave up her family and future and went to his hometown to teach in a rural middle school. They are very satisfied. The most important thing is that she is at ease with her present living condition, staying together and not admiring glitz.

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

He was only 29 years old when he was a county magistrate. For her husband's promotion, she is gratified that she has not mistaken her for others. And he also thanked his wife for giving him what he needed most when he needed love most.

However, in officialdom, he often has endless entertainment every day. Fortunately, she has no complaints about it.

Once drunk, a beautiful young girl who worshipped him for a long time dedicated herself to him. After the incident, he was frightened and felt sorry for his wife. But when men find that all this is neglected, men's blood is ignited by beautiful girls. While his wife was on a business trip, he acquiesced in the girl who was madly in love with him to sleep with him.

Finally, the scene of their affair was naked in front of their wife who came home early. Instead of making a fuss, the wife smiled and let the girl go, and took care of her not to be too flustered. She also helped the girl who turned blue with fear to tidy up her messy clothes.

The cheating girl left, but she was silent and never spoke to him alone again. Only when his subordinates come, or when his daughter is at home, will she talk to him and appear very loving. As soon as others left, she became "dumb" again.

In fact, he regrets it. He knows that his wife's love is the most important condition for him to have today. He loves her, and he is ashamed of his behavior. He knelt before her, repented to her like an ascetic and asked her for forgiveness. He worked hard 12 years. 12 years, the hair turned white and the physiological function changed. But in any case, the wife just doesn't talk.

One day after 12, his wife spoke to him for the first time. She said: "I have breast cancer. The doctor said that some cells have spread now, and I don't have much time." Hearing this, he burst into tears, hugged her and asked again and 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. On his deathbed, his wife said to him, "Now, I admit that I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this to you all these years. After I die, you can find another suitable woman to live with. " The man roared.

Three months after the woman died, so did the man. He has stomach cancer, which was discovered by physical examination a year ago, but he didn't tell her. Before he died, he said something to his daughter that puzzled her: "Your mother forgave me, and I died without regret."

Later, he and one of her medical expert friends said to their daughter, "Both your father's and your mother's illnesses were caused by long-term depression. If your mother had shown tolerance earlier, things might have been another result ... "

Love Story 2020 Selected Related Articles:

★ Select five bedtime stories told to my girlfriend in 2020.

★ 5 selected love stories

★ 2020 This is the latest selection of 5 happiness articles.

★ 2020 touching story of fighting the epidemic

★ 2020 Tanabata Classic Greetings

★ Select five touching stories about epidemic prevention and anti-epidemic in 2020.

★ Five selected bedtime fairy tales told to children in 2020

★ Five selected touching story compositions about fighting the epidemic in 2020.

★ Select 5 touching stories during the epidemic in 2020.

★ 2020 selected five touching stories of anti-epidemic documentaries.