A short and sad love story

Some sad love stories always attract a lot of reading, and these sad love stories have also touched many people. The following is a sad love story I compiled for you. I hope you like it.

Short sentimental love story 1 piece: infatuation for a lifetime, regret that there is infatuation for a lifetime, this resentment has nothing to do with romantic.

That little thing between her and her father.

As long as I can remember, I have lived with her in a big yard since I was 6 years old.

She is a delicate woman, not very beautiful, but she is good at dressing up, and her gestures are very tasteful. When I was a child, my mother and other aunts were all dressed in black or dark blue. Only she often wears a red skirt, which is so bright that people can't take their eyes off.

Her husband is in the army and only comes back once or twice a year. She and my father are junior high school classmates, and the two families are family friends. She called her father? Brother? Call your mother? Sister-in-law's family is also used to asking dad for help. I remember there was a position in the company that she could apply for. Even though her husband had expressed his opinion, she waited until my father came back and listened to him before making a decision.

In fact, she and my father are never alone. But even in a group of people, I can feel that the gas field between them is unusual and very tacit. I always feel that her father's eyes are very gentle, and she always seems particularly relaxed and even a little reckless in front of her father.

When I was 14 years old, she divorced and soon went to work in the provincial capital. I felt a long sigh of relief. During that time, my father was a little depressed. After returning home, he always habitually looks at the house where she lives. He slept very late at night, saying that it was boring in summer, and sat on the steps in the yard for a long time to enjoy the cool.

In my mother's heart, she is just a poor sister. Every time she comes back, her mother always happily cooks a big table and asks her to take a bunch of things with her when she leaves. I often have a feeling of hating iron not to produce, for my mother's sake. How could such a stupid woman take the initiative to lure the wolf into the house! Sometimes, I even feel that she is like a log, and she knows nothing about her father's affair with that woman. I really want to shake her body hard, so that she can wake up and stop being immersed in her own little life and not seeing the reality clearly.

I tried to tell my mother the truth, but I couldn't find any evidence. She always acts so natural. She likes to squeeze into the kitchen with her mother. They talked and laughed about the recent situation and took turns to bring the dishes to the table. Father sits in the living room, making a pot of tea, sometimes reading, and sometimes going in to ask if he needs help. Everything looks quiet and beautiful, but I feel like a drowning duck. The surface is calm, and only the parties can understand how to struggle underwater.

She can drink a little wine, but she gets drunk easily. Every time she comes back, she will have two drinks with her father. The two talked endlessly, and my mother seldom interrupted, but she was very happy after she was busy. I am so angry that I want to shake my mother again. Why is mom so slow? Sometimes I can't help but want to wake her up, but I'm afraid to expose the truth and get rid of my dad and that woman. So, I had to be angry and tangled. Fortunately, they covered it up well, and I was the only one who knew the truth.

When my father sends her to the station, I always follow her voluntarily. Without a mother, they don't talk much. Father is always silent when he comes back from the station.

She doesn't come back often, but her mother often talks about her. It's hard to say that she lives alone and doesn't even have a child. When my mother said this, my father was relieved, saying that everyone always has their own choices. She has been stubborn since she was a child. Let's settle down.

Time flies and there is no sign of any change in the marriage of father and mother. I also graduated from high school successfully and was admitted to a university in the provincial capital.

When I volunteered, my father insisted that I enter the university in the provincial capital because she would take care of me. I feel sad, but I can't say why I refused. When my father sent me to college, she cooked at home and welcomed us. She tidied up her little home with good taste. I haven't seen her for more than a year at that time, and I miss her a little. But after my father entered the room, he turned left directly to get slippers, and my heart suddenly became sad. Looking at my mother still looking around happily, my heart is really mixed.

She said to her mother. Don't worry, sister-in-law, just leave it to me. ?

I don't know what is the relationship between her and her father, unlike lovers, but there is always an unspeakable ambiguity. But I know that in this life, she and I are destined to meet the Chu and Han dynasties and will not blend with each other, no matter how good she is to me. Mother can be unprepared for her, but I don't allow myself to help others.

I want to protect my mother all my life. She is destined to be my enemy.

A lifetime, worship a love.

She kept her promise and often came to see me at school. When there is no class in the afternoon or on weekends, she always arranges many activities. Sometimes, she takes me to the reading salon. Sometimes, go to see a wonderful movie; Sometimes, take me to buy some clothes and go shopping.

When I was a child, she bought me fancy stationery and beautiful clothes. Now, she has invaded my life. My facial cleanser was replaced by the gentlest Stafford, and my clothes were changed in style. There are often new books she bought at the bedside, and she also gave me the first Lancome lipstick.

Once my father came to the provincial capital on business, and he dropped in to see me. When I came back from the toilet, I heard my father say, Don't spoil Xiaoyu too much, you will spoil her. ? She said:? I have no children and regard her as my own daughter, but she has always had a grudge against me. ?

It turns out that she can feel it, too.

After dinner, I went to the station with her to see my father off. On the way back, I decided to show my cards. My mom and dad won't be separated. ? She drove two blocks before saying, Nobody wants them to be apart. ? I said coldly: Don't you want to? Don't say you don't want to, that would be hypocritical. ? When waiting for the red light, I got off and went back to school by bus.

I think I broke her heart and she never came to see me again. Only occasionally, the dormitory administrator will hand me a bag, which contains a rare photo album, various exquisite notebooks, or a hairpin, some food, and everything is very careful. Several times, I wanted to send a message to say thank you. After I wrote the message, I deleted it. After all, I'm still afraid. I don't want to be bought by her sugar-coated shells.

I fell in love with a boy during the cold war with her. I devoted myself wholeheartedly, but he cheated shamelessly, even saying that I was not as attractive as that girl. Betrayal and insult soon broke me down. I don't have the courage to tell my parents that I will die alone. That was the most embarrassing time in my life. I skipped classes, clubbed, drank, and failed several courses. I ran out in the rain with a fever, a headache, a stomachache and aches all over. I don't even think I can live anymore.

But here she comes. She asked for leave for me and took me back to her cabin.

She bought medicine, pajamas, slippers, toothbrush, Bao Qin, mushrooms and beef along the way. In her house, I use my favorite lavender and eat my favorite food. I never knew that she knew me so well, and her heart was warm.

I sleep in a sunny room, the bed is soft, the room is warm and the floor is warm. It was the most practical sleep I had during that time, and it was already late at night after I woke up.

She sat under the lamp and looked at me and asked? Are you lovelorn? Without waiting for my answer, she went on to say: everything will pass, and any injury can be treated with time. ? I thought quietly: Does this include her thoughts about her father? But didn't speak.

In the morning, she took me to the park for a run and ran along the path to the top of the mountain. She said: shout a few times and shout out all the depression in your heart. ? After breakfast, she took me to take photos, and I was in full bloom under the camera. She said:? Youth is the best wealth in the world, and everything can be started again. ?

She stayed with me for three days and nights. I sleep in the same bed as her. She never left me except going to the toilet and cooking. She takes care of me like a mother, even squeezing toothpaste.

That day, she made me soup. I stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at her busy back, and suddenly asked: Do you love my father? Her body obviously froze for a moment, and then she said for sure: Amor! But I will only think about it in my heart, and I will not take him away from your mother. Your mother is so kind that she hurts me like a sister. I would never hurt her in my life. Your father and I have never done anything we shouldn't have done. It's always clean. ?

I believe everything she said is true. ? Are you being so nice to me because you want to make amends? At first, but after loving you for a long time, it became a habit. ?

When I realized that I couldn't get a person's pain, I couldn't ignore her anymore. She just fell in love with someone she shouldn't love, and was careful not to hurt me and my mother. Her depression and persistence are distressing.

I finally found that the world is not black and white, everyone will do something wrong, and no one is a saint. In this life, whoever meets who can't always be what we want. I decided to forgive her and the boy who betrayed me. I hope my next love will not have so many regrets.

I recovered quickly, both physically and mentally. The day I left her house, I called her for the first time? Aunt? . It's cold, I'll remind her to put on more clothes, and I'll give it to her when I see something that suits her. I spent her birthday with her, just the two of us.

Sometimes I feel sad when I look at her back. That red skirt has gone with youth, and now you can still see the traces of aging, although it is well maintained. She persisted in refusing to remarry, lived a silent life and visited her occasionally? Brother? And then what? Sister in law.

Is it worth paying homage to a love for a lifetime? Think of her life, there must be all kinds of regrets, or, mom and dad also have.

There is an infatuation in the world, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

Short and sad love story 2: attachment to that warm embrace. When I was a senior in college, my mother died in a car accident. At that time, last semester's tuition really bothered me. I wandered aimlessly in the street for several days until I saw a posted door. Recruitment? A small shop on red paper. Holding the crying child, the boss who is scrambling to hand the disc to the customer looks up. Actually, it's my junior high school teacher, Yang Shuiwang.

Qin Yan is opposite Tianhe Hotel. According to his self-introduction, he is an intern in the housekeeping department, with a straight suit and graceful demeanor. Every night around 0: 00, I will come to borrow and return the disc. From the first day I caught a glimpse of his meaningful eyes, my heart no longer grew on me, but drifted around with his majestic figure.

Usually boring, watching too many DVDs, it is inevitable that one's fingers itch. I write some so-called film reviews for fashion magazines for a few cents. Thanks to the editor's kindness, the manuscript fee is much higher than the salary given by the miser Wang Yang. Once Qin Yan came to change the disc, just as the postman shouted outside: Wang Yaya, the manuscript fee! ? I signed it back, and Qin Yan looked surprised: Are you Wang Yaya who wrote the article? I've heard a lot about you and often read your masterpiece. There is only one word to describe them: good! ?

? Look at this. It is new. ? I took out "go left, go right". Liang Yongqi and Takeshi Kaneshiro are soul mates, so it is inevitable to cooperate again.

It was not until Yang Shuiwang came to bring me dinner that we interrupted the heated discussion. He impatiently threw coke, braised chicken wings and chilli shrimp on the table and said loudly, it's closed. It's closed Too long-winded! ? I gave him a white eye and accused him of meddling.

I slept until midnight when my cell phone rang. Answer the phone in a daze. Qin Yan said: I suddenly want to see the stars with you. I will wait for you on the roof of the hotel. ? I hung up before I could answer.

Looking down from this 20-story building, thousands of lights are flashing, and the neon of the city and the car river on the street are colorful, magnificent, quiet and magnificent. Qin Yan and I smiled at each other and snuggled up in the empty darkness. In a trance, long hair fluttered, fairy music fluttered, and thousands of meteors rained down. The temperature on each other's lips has become the most romantic tenderness in the world.

Since then, every morning, when I open the door, I will find a bunch of naked lilies in front of the door. When I see lilies, I will be in a good mood all day. I will hum a song when I work, and even Linglong is less annoying to scribble on my ledger with a pen.

? It's strange that Linglong has always had a bad temper. Why not make trouble or pee in front of you? Wang Yang flickered on the DVD shelf, talking at a distance.

? I also grew up in a single-parent family. Of course, we can communicate easily. ? I smiled.

Water Wang Yang speechless for a long time. I looked up at him, but he returned to the depths of the bookshelf and was busy.

? Hey, are you interested in becoming the owner of a video store? After a while, he spoke again, but only heard his voice and didn't see him.

? You want to transfer this store. I pushed my hand a little hard and almost broke a disc. ? Business is so good that there is no reason not to do it. Besides, even if you give it to me, I have no money to take over. ?

? When did I say no? I just asked: would you like to be the owner of this shop?

Linglong cocked his head and smiled at me like a bird. The child has a little cold. I took off my sweater and wrapped it around her, then took out a tissue and wiped her nose hard. ? Want me to sell myself to pay my debts? ! You're Huang Shiren.

? Bah, I am just afraid that you will be sad if you are young and don't work hard. After thirty, you will live alone in an empty boudoir and not get married. ?

Will this young lady get married? This is redundant. Fuck luxury.

When Qin Yan is not at work, we hang out in the street together. Walking on the pedestrian street of Chunxi Road where people come and go, my feet are sour. Although I don't buy anything, my heart is full of happiness, which seems to overflow. It seems that I have been holding hands in the crowd for thousands of years.

Let's buy an egg cone and suck it one by one in Baihuatan.

We ate spicy food near Jinjiang.

We play legends back to back in noisy internet cafes;

Occasionally, we get angry because of small things, and we can't wait to make up immediately.

I was so satisfied that before I read the newspaper, I thought I was a cherry ball soaked in honey.

Linglong wanted to play with a paper plane, so I tore up half an old morning paper for her. Wang Yang ordered. I hardly ever read newspapers. That familiar face flashed, Qin Yan! As soon as I stay, I'll put the newspaper in order. Actually, it is the top ten outstanding young people in the city who have just been released. Qin Yan used to be the general manager of Tianhe Hotel and was the major shareholder of Tianhe Hotel with 5 1% equity.

When Qin Yan came in the evening, I handed him the newspaper, speechless. We climbed up the roof of the hotel again. This time there are no stars in the sky, and the north wind is cold. It looks like snow.

? Let's get married. ? He took out his ring and remained straightforward. As usual, his shirt is shining with snow-white shoes, his eyes are firm and his back is straight, just like Prince Charming in fairy tales, but whether I will play Cinderella or not.

? Go to the property notarization first tomorrow, and it is best to implement AA system in married life. Besides, you have no future in that video store. I will arrange for you to come to the hotel. Our propaganda department needs talents like you?

Everything is arranged in an orderly way. However, he forgot to mention that I love you when he proposed. For a long time, I looked down: Let me think, ok?

? You can't accept my idea, can you? Qin Yan said doubtfully.

? No, it's very thoughtful of you. ? I smiled:? It's just that my brain is stupid and needs a little time to digest. ?

I sent Yang Shuiwang a three-word message: I'm leaving. Then pack up and go out, and get on the first bus you meet head on. Two hours later, I was already in a desolate scenic spot. For the next few days, I sat by the deserted river every day, smoking, singing and staring blankly at the sparkling water.

I don't like excitement, publicity, discipline, fear of responsibility, hate intrigue in the workplace, get used to being alone, have no lofty ideals and ambitions, and lack desire for money. My greatest wish in my life is to have food and clothing with the people I love. The so-called weak water three thousand, I only drink a gourd ladle. Qin Yan, on the other hand, is rational, calm, far-sighted and full of vitality, and is a real genius in the commercial society. I think property notarization or AA system is acceptable. His life and way of thinking are understandable, but I am just a little sad. Until now, I didn't realize that our steps were only one to the left and one to the right. Although there is a common starting point, it is inevitable that they will be separated further and further.

It turns out that our love has been separated by a wide and long street from the beginning, and I can't pass it, and neither can he.

I walked slowly by the deserted river in winter, and the shadow of Wang Yang came to my mind.

He gave generously when I was most helpless and never asked me to write any IOUs.

He let the homeless me live in his house, and Linglong and I moved out to rent a house.

He assured me that he would take charge of the accounts and collect money, and never became suspicious;

Suddenly, I miss Wang Yang, Lingling and the video store. They have been unconsciously linked with me.

It's dusk, the snow is falling, and people come and go in brightly lit DVD shops, as if the warmth of Christmas movies is coming. Tom and Jerry was playing on the TV in the corner, and Linglong curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, clutching my old sweater in her arms. Wang Yang was busy collecting vegetables while absently looking at the door to pour water. He saw me.

? What are you doing? Come and help. I'm exhausted! ? Across the distance, water Wang Yang shouted at me, as if I had just slipped outside and strolled back.

At this moment, I completely understood: home is here, and eternity is old.

? Let me ask you something. ? Busy closing the door in the middle of the night, I stopped Wang Yang who was burying his head in starting the motorcycle at the door. Linglong, wrapped in a sweater, slept like a cute pig in the back seat. Is the suggestion of being a video store owner still valid?

Wang Yang suddenly looked up, eyes like water. Snowflakes flying all over the sky behind them are like fantastic stage effects.

? I thought about it. Being a proprietress is better than being a working girl, so I accept your suggestion. ? Yes, there is nothing wrong with being a stepmother to a five-year-old girl. At least it's not hard to get pregnant in October, and some people call me mommy. For a lazy person like me, it is also an explanation of life.

I burst out laughing.

Short and sad love story 3: Looking back, that warm and moving time was the most inhuman. No matter how young you are, how reluctant you are, it will always rush forward vigorously regardless of your retention, leaving countless things behind. You don't have time to think and think about how to face it and what happened. In retrospect, it has been ten years.

In the past, more than ten years?

At that time, I was nearing graduation, and I bid farewell to all my classmates who were internship in the city. I returned to the mountain village where I grew up, started a 45-day internship at school and became a rural female teacher. At that time, I was still entangled in a seemingly innocent feeling, but at home, I was faced with an almost overwhelming lawsuit.

We met here, a group of young friends. Xia is my simple and sincere sister. When I shed tears silently for my family's embarrassment, she always comforted me and persuaded me in the most practical way. Our friendship continues to this day, although she finally became a strong and capable peasant woman, and I am a small leader in an office. And he, a plain and down-to-earth senior, in my short internship career, the last thing I expected was to bring him years of distress.

Knowing that he likes me was after I practiced for a while, Xia told me, and I didn't know how to deal with it. However, I soon found that his concern for me moved me and made me uneasy: I heard that my family was involved in a lawsuit, and he sat opposite my house all night; My sister is studying in the class he teaches. She has a cough. He deliberately stayed up late in rock candy pear water and put the class on my sister's desk. I received a letter, and he anxiously asked Xia about my mood; At the end of my internship, he secretly shed tears; After I went back to school, he waited for the bus in our town every Saturday to see if I would go home. The teachers went out to travel, but he didn't know my assignment and insisted on not going; The school organized a movie. He hid in an empty office and wrote my name on the paper over and over again.

I met my husband soon after graduation and got married early a year later. Shortly after the marriage, he suddenly came to my unit to find me. His father is ill and lives in a hospital not far from my unit. I told him I was married and invited him home for dinner. My husband received him in a friendly atmosphere, and we have been in constant contact since then. Knowing that he has been single, I tried to introduce him to friends many times, but he declined politely. Later, when I advised him, he looked at me and suddenly said, Once upon a time, if you really wanted me to find it, you could see it as long as you said yes. ? This sentence scared me and probably scared him. Since then, we have hardly kept in touch.

Time flies. When my child was 8 years old, Xia said that he was married and had a child. We should be happy for him and say that we will go to see his little princess together. At that time, he was 35. My husband and I carefully selected gifts and took Xia to his house. He is very happy to see us. I was still surprised to see his wife lying in bed with a happy face: it was a woman who looked like me and was a few years younger than me. We sat for a while and then left in a hurry. After returning home, my husband still said with some jealousy: How can I find a wife like you?

It was five or six years again, and we had no contact. Once I took a friend to play by the Yellow River in my hometown, and some old friends called him. Because I drank some red wine at noon, I felt dizzy and didn't want to go up the steep steps. He stayed with me without a word. I feel embarrassed and suggest going up the slope. He walked silently to one side, pursed a stick and said to me, you can pull one end of the stick and walk in front when going uphill. In case you fall, I can stop you. ? At that time, there was no Zhang Yimou's Love of Hawthorn Tree. I feel a little warm after watching this movie.

Later, I went back to my hometown, and we met unexpectedly in town that year. There were some friends at that time, and our family had dinner together. His wife is a cheerful and simple woman who loves life and likes to write some words. I always feel that we may really be sisters in our previous lives, and the similarity is very high. However, this charming woman doesn't know what he did to me, and I don't want her to know. In fact, he really likes her.

Since then, I have had some contact with his wife occasionally, and I like her as a kind and pure woman more and more. I once mediated some minor contradictions between their husband and wife and encouraged each other in all aspects. In the pomegranate harvest season in August, it turned out that he gave me some pomegranates, and later his wife gave them to me. Happily and comfortably, the past has completely passed, and we are all immersed in our own happy lives, paying more attention and blessing to each other.