Short Romantic Love Story
Everyday life was pleasant for her. Occasionally, she did some farm work, and sometimes, she would visit her friend’s house, chatting and knitting. These activities had become essential parts of her life.
One day, like any other, she hurried to her friend’s house. It was rare to find her friend’s mother still at home. Seeing Zheng Xiaojie coming to play, her friend’s mother warmly greeted her and asked, “Xiaojie, I’ve seen you grow up with Niuniu, but I still don’t know how old you are.” Xiaojie smiled and said, “I’m 23 now.”
Her friend’s mother, half-jokingly and half-seriously, looked at Xiaojie, who was earnestly knitting, and said, “Xiaojie, you’re so grown up now. How about I find a husband for you?” The lovely Xiaojie, with a bright smile like a blooming flower, laughed and said, “Sure, hehe…”
The next day, Xiaojie got up as usual, yawned, and stretched lazily at her door. She heard her friend’s mother calling her. Confused, she saw the aunt coming in and asked, “Auntie, what makes you so happy?” The aunt eagerly took out a small cloth-wrapped photo from her bag and handed it to Xiaojie.
Xiaojie laughed and said, “I was just joking yesterday, did you take it seriously? Hehe!” She looked at the boy in the photo. He was naturally embracing an old banyan tree, with a calm smile and deep, affectionate eyes. Xiaojie couldn’t help but touch the boy in the photo.
Seeing Xiaojie’s focused expression, the aunt cheerfully said, “Love at first sight, right? So you don’t mind meeting him?” Xiaojie shyly returned the photo, her face flushed, and said, “The photo is nice, but I don’t know what he looks like in person. Let’s meet then…” The aunt nodded happily and said, “Alright, alright… Let’s see when he comes back and arrange for you two to meet.”
A month later, during the Dragon Boat Festival, he returned. Arrangements were made for them to meet. He sat opposite Xiaojie, feeling awkward. Ten minutes passed, and he didn’t dare to look directly at her. Xiaojie shyly glanced at him.
He wore a straight black suit and looked quite handsome. When she saw him sneak a peek at her, Xiaojie blushed even more, nervously twisting the corner of her clothes and staring at the table, not daring to look up.
“Xiaojie, Xiaojie…” Her mother nudged her, “Why are you looking down?” The aunt said cheerfully, “You two go to the pavilion in the back and talk.” Xiaojie reluctantly followed him to the pavilion. They sat in silence until he broke it, “Do you… do you think I’m okay?”
Xiaojie, too embarrassed to answer, could only mumble, “Mm.”
He asked again, “So that means yes?”
Xiaojie, in a voice so low it couldn’t go any lower, said, “Mm.”
Although her voice was small, he heard it. He said, “If we both don’t have any objections, should we set a date? What do you think?”
…
After a long while, Xiaojie said, “Why don’t we get to know each other first?”
His face looked a bit awkward, and he said, “Uh, okay then.”
A few days later, he went south to work, while Xiaojie stayed home. Was this the end of it?
One week…
Two weeks…
Three weeks later…
Xiaojie received a letter from him. She carefully opened it. He had written about his hardships and struggles working in Guangdong, his lifestyle, which Xiaojie had never experienced, and the feeling of running barefoot on the beach.
He described the beautiful and bustling night scenes of Guangdong. After reading it, Xiaojie carefully treasured his letter and replied. She thought for a long time, not knowing what to write, and finally, she wrote only four words: “Hello, I read it!”
Their correspondence continued for a year. She got to know his inner world and his resilient spirit. This time, Xiaojie didn’t write the usual four words. Instead, she wrote: “Hello, let’s get married!”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
