Love at first sight story
She didn’t talk much, but her bright eyes spoke more than a thousand words. I fell in love with her at first sight. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized she was both gentle and decisive, and she always thought of others.
On our fourth date, I took her to see a movie called Ex-Files. While talking about the movie afterward, I seized the opportunity to ask, “You must have had many suitors before, right? How did I get so lucky?” She was silent for a moment and then, with some sadness, told me she had been in love with a college classmate. However, he insisted on working in Beijing, and they had to break up. I felt secretly relieved, knowing that with her graduate degree, moving to a big city with her ex would have been the most logical “plot.” But fortunately, the plot reversed, or who knows how long I would have been single.
A few months later, it was Yang Lin’s birthday. Excitedly, I bought a platinum necklace worth more than three thousand yuan as a gift for her. Usually, when Yang Lin and I went on dates, she would choose low-cost places like parks, squares, and cafes. I had offered to take her to a fancy Western restaurant, but she declined, saying it wasn’t worth spending money on. Once, while shopping together, she tried on a white dress, looking as beautiful as a fairy. It was clear she liked it, but when I went to pay for it, she had the salesperson return it, making me feel both awkward and puzzled.
I thought she was being overly frugal. Investing in some romantic atmosphere for the relationship seemed reasonable, and the necklace was my way of expressing my feelings. Unexpectedly, Yang Lin smiled and said, “You might as well just give me the three thousand yuan directly!”
Hearing this, I felt uncomfortable—was she too stingy? But she later wore the necklace all the time, showing how much she cherished and loved it, and my discomfort disappeared.
As the Spring Festival approached, I suggested meeting each other’s parents to solidify our relationship.
Visiting my home went smoothly, but when it was time for me to visit Yang Lin’s home, she kept postponing it. I felt she was hiding something from me.
One day, a friend gave me a lot of seafood. Since seafood doesn’t keep well, I immediately took some to Yang Lin’s apartment. I called her from downstairs, and she quickly came down. Because the seafood basket was too heavy, she had to ask me to bring it up to her place.
As soon as I entered the house, I respectfully bowed to her parents, saying, “Uncle, Auntie, I’ve been wanting to visit you!”
This surprise attack made Yang Lin blush, but her parents seemed very happy and warmly invited me to stay for dinner.
While I was feeling proud, a seven- or eight-year-old boy suddenly ran out of a room inside, shouting at Yang Lin, “Mom, is this your boyfriend?” I was so shocked my jaw almost dropped—could it be…
Yang Lin quickly patted the boy’s head and told him to go back and play in the other room. I sat stiffly on the sofa, sweating, feeling like my mind was about to explode with questions. Seeing my reaction, Yang Lin burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, I’m not a single mother. He’s an orphan I support.”
Yang Lin finally told me her story. Three years ago, she volunteered at a local orphanage. Perhaps it was fate, but a boy named Xiaoyuan became particularly close to her. This big-eyed, bright-voiced boy awakened a deep maternal tenderness in Yang Lin. She decided to support Xiaoyuan long-term. Yang Lin’s parents also supported her. Since then, Yang Lin not only gave Xiaoyuan five hundred yuan a month but also frequently communicated with him via phone and video calls. During holidays and vacations, she would bring Xiaoyuan home to stay, treating him like her own son.
Yang Lin cared for Xiaoyuan like a loving mother, overseeing his education, teaching him manners, enrolling him in extracurricular classes, and taking him on trips. She was determined to be his “mom” for life.
Now I understood why Yang Lin needed money so much.
I had dinner at Yang Lin’s home. It felt wonderful to sit and eat together. Xiaoyuan seemed to like me a lot, constantly glancing at me and smiling. My heart warmed, and I felt like we were already a family.
As Yang Lin walked me to the door, she glanced at her parents busy in the kitchen and softly said, “Actually, I’m their adopted child. They have treated me as their own all these years… I’ve been hiding Xiaoyuan’s situation from you because I didn’t know how to bring it up. Supporting a child until adulthood costs a lot, and my previous boyfriend left because of this… Whatever you decide, I won’t blame you!” Tears glistened in her eyes.
I was silent on the way home, but by the time I arrived, I had made a decision. I sent a text message to Yang Lin: “When we get married, can we have Xiaoyuan as the flower boy?”
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