Enduring love story

One day, a boy said to a girl, “If I only had one bowl of porridge, I would give half to my mother and the other half to you.”

The little girl fell in love with the little boy. That year, he was 12, and she was 10.

Twenty years later, their village was flooded. He kept rescuing people: the elderly, children, those he knew, and those he didn’t, but he didn’t personally save her.

When she was saved by someone else, someone asked him, “Since you like her, why didn’t you save her?”

He gently replied, “It’s because I love her that I saved others first. If she died, I wouldn’t want to live either.”

So they got married that year. He was 22, and she was 20.

Later, during the nationwide famine, they were so poor they couldn’t even put food on the table. In the end, they only had a little bit of flour left, which they used to make a bowl of noodle soup. He couldn’t bear to eat it and insisted she eat it; she couldn’t bear to eat it and insisted he eat it.

Three days later, the noodle soup became moldy. At that time, he was 42, and she was 40.

Because his grandfather had been a landlord, he was persecuted. During those years, “the organization” asked her to “draw a clear line and distinguish right from wrong.” She said, “I don’t know who the enemy within the people is, but I know he is a good man. He loves me, and I love him. That’s enough.” That year, she was 50.

Many years passed. He and she started learning Qigong together to exercise. By this time, they had moved to the city and took the bus to the city center park every morning. When a young person offered them their seat, neither was willing to sit and insisted the other take the seat.

So the two of them leaned against each other, holding onto the handrails, with satisfied smiles on their faces. Everyone on the bus couldn’t help but stand up. That year, he was 72, and she was 70.

She said, “If we both die after twenty years, I will definitely become him, and he will become me, and then he will come to drink the half bowl of porridge I gave him!”

Seventy years of trials and tribulations, this is love.

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “