A short love story

Love is warm friendship, calm understanding, mutual trust, mutual enjoyment and mutual forgiveness. Love is loyalty that is unaffected by time, space, conditions and environment. Love is when people learn from each other's strengths and admit each other's weaknesses. The following is a love story I compiled for you, I hope it will help you!

A short love story: bean pillow

Early morning. There was a quick knock at the door.

Director Wu had a headache all night and finally fell asleep. He wanted to see which one ate the leopard gall, which surprised him. He stood up angrily in his pajamas and opened the door.

In the corridor, there is a broken bamboo basket. Inside is a pillow made of blue coarse cloth. Director Wu picked up the pillow in his right hand. Suddenly, he felt the fullness of soybeans. This is a bean pillow. He quickly squatted to the window of the corridor and looked down. Niang staggered out of the corridor and walked to the door of the community. He opened his mouth, but he didn't shout out the word "Niang" after all.

He knew that if he went downstairs at this time, he would catch up with his mother. Knowing that his mother got up early, he went to town. He knew better that if he begged his mother to drive the car back to the village, she would flatly refuse. He lost face in front of his mother.

Last time I went back to the village, my mother scolded him.

"Feng, how did you change yourself when you became a director over the years?"

"Huifang is really a good wife, you turtle grandson don't know what to do. You shouldn't divorce others, go find that demon! "

"Have you forgotten how our girl lives today? Your old uncle Ram is very kind to our family. You have no conscience, you will be killed by heaven! "

Finally, when Niang talked about hate, she began to cry. He just sat on the bench, his head hung low and his face was red to his neck.

Recalling his mother's scolding, Director Wu walked into the room with a bamboo basket, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and silently looked at the bean pillow.

Before, the doctor said that his headache was caused by cervical spondylosis. In addition to medication, it is best to supplement it with bean pillows. It's just that he offended his mother and lost Fang Hui. Who will sew him a bean pillow? Where is Han? She certainly won't. She is just a canary. It seems that Niang must have learned from where the bean pillow was used to treat cervical spondylosis before sewing it for herself.

That night, he lay on the bean pillow sewn by his mother and forgot to have a headache. The simple ironing of the long-lost blue coarse cloth and the bean fragrance under his neck reminded him of his mottled past.

He is a posthumous child. He was born on the eighth day after his father died unexpectedly. Mother has no milk because she cries every day. It was Nanjizhuang's aunt and aunt who left the baby in her arms and stuffed the pacifier into his mouth. It was my uncle's soybean milk and tofu that brought him up. It was a neighbor who bought a bag of beans and a bag of millet for his education and college.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep: Fang Hui was still holding the cervical vertebra and pressing his temple with a smile.

The old rammer uncle's dark face opened a simple and honest smile in the past. Holding a steaming bowl of soybean milk in his hands, he said, Feng, the soybean milk has just come out, so drink it while it is hot. Drink well to replenish your health. Only when you are in good health can you learn.

Mother sent him to the village entrance and stuffed some warm boiled eggs into his pocket with an apron. Mother said with tears: Feng, go to school quickly, don't miss the bus. Remember to study hard and fight for your mother and the people of Nanjizhuang?

The bell of love career awakened him from his sleep. This is the first time he met peacefully at a friend's party. Ping's favorite song when they sing together.

"Elder brother, I miss you again. I want to see you now. " Ping said coquetry on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I think it's time for us to finish. I love Fang Hui and the children. I love our warm home more. Please don't call me again. " Wu Feng couldn't sleep after turning off her cell phone.

He has two things on his mind. First, ask Fang Hui out, apologize and beg her to remarry. He thinks that Fang Hui still loves him as long as he is willing to turn back. The second is to return to the unit after dawn, and immediately return the 20,000 yuan in the drawer to the cousin of the county magistrate Zhu, and return the index of open recruitment of teachers in the county to the granddaughter of the old uncle. That's Ru Ru, the granddaughter of the old uncle, who was admitted by her own score. When I thought about these two things, it was already dawn.

When he got up and sat up in bed, he turned his head and suddenly saw the thick blue bean pillow. The four corners are embroidered with the crooked word "square" in red lines and turned over. The four corners on the back are four red "peaks".

Wu Feng burst into tears.

Love Short Stories Part II: Romantic Flowers

Xiaoji and Yishan are newlyweds. Although they live a life of mortgage and car loan, they still pay attention to romance and emotional appeal. On the first Valentine's Day after marriage, Xiaoji gave Yishan a surprise.

That night, Yishan came home, and Xiaoji had cooked a table of delicious food. After dinner, Xiaoji said mysteriously, "Wife, I used to send you flowers every Valentine's Day, and today is no exception!" "Say that finish, he magically held out a plate, and a dozen flowers in the plate looked crystal clear and beautiful in the light.

Xiaoji said, "This is orange blossom. How's it going? Romantic enough? " A Xana, a carefully looked at, smiled happily. It turns out that the so-called orange blossom is an orange petal that has been torn and turned over. At first glance, it really looks like a blooming flower.

Xiaoji smiled and said, "Isn't it very creative?"

Yishan said, "My husband is great! This flower is cheap and good, and you can eat it after reading it. It's really true! I want it next time! "

A few days later, Ethan's birthday came again. When Yishan came home, she saw Xiaoji waiting for herself with a smile. She knew it well and asked, "What's the matter? Is there anything good for me? "

Xiaoji said, "I will send you flowers today! But not orange flowers! "

One mountain can't guess: "Morning glory? Cauliflower is not chopped green onion, is it? "

Xiaoji took out a bowl from the kitchen and said, "Look, it's cheaper this time." When you look at a mountain, you are happy. It turned out to be a bowl of tofu.

After eating My Sweetie's tofu flower, Yishan snuggled up in Xiaoji's arms and asked, "Honey, can you spend so much time and give me special flowers in the future?"

Xiaoji smiled: "I thought about it. If there is really no idea in the future, I will take you to the artificial lake in the park. "

Yi Shanqi asked, "What are you doing there?"

"Throw stones and draw water!"

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