Beautiful Short Love Story : The Escaping Love

He went to participate in the city’s “Best Man Selection” event. Initially, he didn’t want to go, but he agreed at her strong insistence. She feared he might give up this opportunity, so she stayed close to him, not leaving his side for a moment.

There were hundreds of men signing up, and three challenges awaited them.

The first challenge was the review of materials. The host looked over his materials and gave him a smiling nod.

He looked down at her in the audience, and she was looking back at him. Despite the smile on her lips, her eyes were moist, filled with infinite gratitude.

The second challenge was the couples’ telepathy test. According to the event rules, the wife would prepare a dish, which would then be mixed with several pre-prepared dishes, and the husband had to identify the dish made by his wife.

Before the event started, he said to the host, “Can I switch roles with her? I’ll prepare the dish, and she can guess.”

The host nodded and said, “I’ll make an exception for you.”

So he stood at the preparation table, and as soon as the signal started, he skillfully prepared the dish, looking every bit like an experienced chef. He was the first to finish. Although his dish looked almost identical to the pre-prepared ones, she still identified it without error.

He passed the second challenge smoothly.

When it came to the third challenge, only ten men were left.

The host took the ten men and their wives to the same attic and was about to announce the content of the third challenge when the attic started shaking. The host’s face changed, and he shouted, “It’s an earthquake!”

The city they were in frequently experienced earthquakes, each one coming suddenly and catching people off guard. As soon as the host finished speaking, several couples had already started running out hand in hand, while some men abandoned their wives and ran off alone.

He ran faster than anyone. At that moment, he seemed like a bullet shooting toward the door.

The host watched their retreating figures and shook his head regretfully, then said into the microphone, “Friends, the earthquake is fake. This attic is standalone and equipped with a shaker, and this was the third challenge.”

Those who had run outside stopped in their tracks, faces full of shame.

He paused for a moment, then ran a few more steps before lying on the floor to listen. After confirming that it wasn’t a real earthquake, he came back.

At this point, the host pointed to the only man who hadn’t moved and said, “Now I announce: he is the winner of this event.”

That man was an old gentleman, at least sixty years old, and the oldest participant. He was his neighbor and a very good friend.

Blushing, the old gentleman said, “No, I just didn’t hear clearly because of my hearing loss and couldn’t run fast because of my leg problems. Actually, the true winner is this man.” As he spoke, the old gentleman pointed to him.

The old gentleman then asked the host if he could read his materials out loud. The host thought for a moment and nodded.

His materials were written by her. She said she was an unfortunate person; her father died in a car accident when she was born, and her mother raised her with great difficulty. However, a few years ago, her mother had a stroke and was bedridden. Her greatest fortune in life was meeting him. Not only did he take care of her meticulously, but he also took great care of her mother because her hands had become numb from a winter illness, making her fingers numb. So he prepared all three meals every day.

After reading the materials, the host sighed and said, “I can see he is a good man, but our event rules require passing all three challenges. In the third challenge, when I shouted ‘earthquake,’ he was the first to leave.”

“No!” she, who hadn’t spoken all along, came up to the stage with red eyes and said, “He wasn’t escaping because I know he was rushing home to carry out my bedridden mother.”

It turned out that the man who ran the fastest was indeed the true good man.

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys