Stories: Actually, happiness is quite simple.
I remember the first time I saw him, he really startled me.
I thought black people only appeared on TV, but I never imagined one would show up in my life.
A purple shirt really didn’t suit him at all, making him look even darker. I still remember the first thing I said to him, “Hey, did something happen in Africa?” He just smiled at me, showing his white teeth, and the supervisor called him into the office.
During the meeting, the supervisor introduced the new employees to us. There were several new hires, but I only remembered him, perhaps because he was so dark!
After a few conversations, I learned his name was Zhong Kui (alias), from Hubei, and he lived in the same neighborhood as me. Seeing his honest and naive look, I thought he was easy to bully, so every day at work, whenever I saw him, I would automatically reach out my hand and say, “Zhong Kui, hand it over.” He understood what I meant and obediently handed over his phone for me to play with. Until one day, I saw him sending a message and couldn’t help but glance at it. It turned out he had a girlfriend. Later, whenever he asked me out during holidays, I would firmly refuse. I didn’t want to be a third wheel or harm that girl.
After more than a month, he suddenly told me that his girlfriend had broken up with him. I asked him why, but he wouldn’t say, only that he cried that night. Later, he said all relationships were lies. I didn’t know how to comfort him, “Maybe your girlfriend has her reasons.” He got very angry, “What reason could she have to break up with me? Did her mom find out?” This time he was silent and didn’t argue. Later I found out that his girlfriend indeed broke up with him because her mother found out about him.
He was very depressed those days, claiming on social media that he would never fall in love again. I laughed at him, “Your parents are probably worried sick.”
“No use worrying, women are all liars. I’ll never fall in love again.”
Hearing this, I felt something was off.
“Hey, wait, you’re the liar. I’m very loyal to relationships, okay?”
To my surprise, he said something that made me furious, “Are you a woman?”
“Am I not a woman? Open your eyes and look carefully,” I was really angry.
He just glanced at me casually, “You’re my buddy, no matter how I look, I don’t see you as a woman.”
“You…you…hmph, never talk to me again,” I turned around, angrily playing my game, thinking to myself that his ex-girlfriend dumping him was his karma. Women really are fickle.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed. During that time, I experienced all kinds of emotions. I really didn’t understand how such an honest person could say such irritating things! It seemed people really shouldn’t be judged by appearances. During that time, I cursed him every day, wishing he would forget toilet paper, get food stuck in his teeth, choke on water…every curse I could think of. Seeing him still standing in front of me with a smile, I didn’t even bother anymore. Turns out curses are lies too.
“Xing Yu, I’m leaving.”
“Huh, you’re leaving?” At first, I didn’t believe it, but seeing his serious expression, I believed it. I was happy, instantly laughing heartlessly. (He’s leaving, finally leaving, I’m free, oh yeah!)
Seeing my lack of concern, his face fell, “Can’t you show a bit of sadness? After all, we’ve been together for so long.”
I shook his hand, “You’re finally leaving, no one will annoy me anymore, I’m so happy.”
Seeing his heartbroken expression, I added, “I will miss you.”
“You said it, you will miss me.”
“Yeah, go peacefully.”
Watching him turn and leave, I felt a bit reluctant. After all, we had spent over two months together and had developed feelings. I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything.
After he left, I realized how unnatural it felt without him around. No one was there to annoy me so heartlessly anymore. I suddenly missed him. Hearing the familiar ringtone, I laughed, “Miss me? I miss you now.” Thinking of his expectant face, I decided not to disappoint him.
“Yeah, I kind of miss you. I even felt sad parting with the dog at my doorstep after only ten days, let alone a person.”
“Then, let’s be together, okay? I like you.”
Seeing this message, I was startled. Like him? I couldn’t say for sure, but I found it fun, so I agreed.
In the more than a hundred days without him, I really missed him. I felt he was still around, still playing pranks on me. But in fact, he wasn’t there. The deeper I fell, the more I missed him. Finally, before the Spring Festival, he came over, saying he missed me and didn’t want to be apart, that he wanted to be with me. I was so happy, never thought happiness could be so close.
Later, despite my family’s objections, I insisted on being with him. My parents said we were too young to understand love. Thinking back now, maybe we did understand. I gave up my studies and my future to live with him in a rented room. At that time, I was undoubtedly happy.
This happiness was soon shattered by a sudden visitor—his ex. She came back for him, saying she wanted to be together and never be impulsive again. His indecision almost made me leave him. He only told his ex that he had a girlfriend whom he loved very much.
But his ex didn’t give up easily, sending him messages and calling every day, saying she still loved him, regretted breaking up, and wanted to be with him. I couldn’t take it anymore and told him to get back with her; I would leave. He panicked and held me tightly, swearing that he would delete her from QQ and his phone and never contact her again. He said he only loved me and had no one else in his heart, that his ex was his past, and he wanted to love me well.
He kept his word, and until now, his ex hasn’t bothered us. Soon after, I started dreaming of a little boy calling me mom or of myself being pregnant. I felt something was off. Although I hoped to have a baby with him, I couldn’t believe it when I saw the positive test result. I had a little one growing inside me, yet I couldn’t feel its presence. I wanted to cry, filled with indescribable joy. When I told him the test was positive, he was so excited, shaking my hand vigorously, thrilled to become a dad.
Those three months were really tough, vomiting at the sight of food. Seeing me suffer, he suggested aborting the baby, but I refused. I couldn’t let go of the fruit of my labor so easily. Finally, the day of the surgery arrived.
Due to my high blood pressure, I had to have a C-section early. The doctor felt my belly and warned me that the baby might weigh less than five pounds and could die soon after birth. I was terrified, but the baby had to come out; staying in the womb was dangerous.
On the operating table, I thought a lot. From meeting and knowing him to falling in love, it had been less than a year, yet I felt my life had no regrets. When the doctor brought my son to me, I saw the wrinkled little boy and smiled. He was my son, our son.
Now, he often asks me, “I have no car, no house, no money. Won’t you regret being with me?” I tell him, “Of course I regret it,” seeing his disappointed face, “I regret not meeting you before your ex did, so I could be your first love.”
“You’ve always been my first love. She doesn’t count; I didn’t understand love then,” he said, his hands restless. Hearing our son cry, he would grumble, “This little guy must be here to steal you from me.”
Yes, how could we forget the little troublemaker in bed with us?
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
