Childhood sweetheart romance
Wang Qiang clearly remembered that it was a golden autumn day. The air was filled with the scent of harvest, and the rice spikes in the fields blushed yellow under the intimate caress of the autumn wind, bowing their heads like the neighbor girl, Xiao Qing, who cautiously followed behind him, calling out, “Brother Two, wait for me!”
“Brother Two?” Wang Qiang turned his head with displeasure and asked, “Who’s your Brother Two? I’m not the second oldest, nor am I foolish. Please don’t call me that.”
“But, Brother Two…” Xiao Qing continued to call out, trailing behind him like a small tail that couldn’t be shaken off.
Wang Qiang suddenly stopped, a wicked smile playing at his lips, and then abruptly turned around, grabbing her into his arms and dragging her into the rice field. He planted a flurry of kisses on her face.
Xiao Qing, never having encountered such behavior, was scared and cried out loudly. Wang Qiang ignored her, randomly kissing her earlobe, and whispered in her ear, “What? Didn’t you follow me because you wanted this? Are you scared now?”
Xiao Qing trembled with anger, tears rolling down her face like a string of pearls.
Seeing his goal achieved, Wang Qiang released her, and Xiao Qing collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly.
That year, Wang Qiang was nineteen and Xiao Qing was sixteen.
The next day, Wang Qiang left to join the army. As he left, Xiao Qing followed him from a distance, watching him board the train, softly calling out, “Brother Two… Brother Two…” Tears streamed down her face.
Sitting on the train, Wang Qiang looked at Xiao Qing’s small figure, feeling a pang of sadness and his eyes moistening. He knew that once he left, he didn’t know when he would return. Even if he did return, he was an orphan—how could he marry Xiao Qing and give her happiness? He didn’t want to hold her back or give her false hope, making her wait in vain.
As the train slowly started, Xiao Qing’s figure became smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing.
Wang Qiang served as a soldier for five years without returning home once. Those five years passed in a flash, and when he retired, he was assigned to a factory in the city. That year, he went back to his hometown.
As he got off the train, he instinctively looked around, but there was no familiar face in sight. Feeling a bit disappointed, he headed towards home. With each step, Xiao Qing’s image became clearer in his mind. Finally, when he reached home, Xiao Qing was standing in front of him. He looked at her, and she looked at him.
Wang Qiang felt a surge of excitement and walked quickly towards her, wanting to say something.
But suddenly, a small figure dashed into Xiao Qing’s arms. Xiao Qing bent down to pick up the little one, and Wang Qiang’s feet seemed glued to the ground, unable to move. His disappointment reached its peak. He had prepared himself for the fact that Xiao Qing would be married by now, but facing it was still hard. He turned around and started to leave.
“Brother Two! Wait…” Xiao Qing chased after him, calling out.
Wang Qiang stopped, and said flatly, “Don’t call me Brother Two, I’m not foolish.”
Xiao Qing moved in front of him, her eyes red, and said, “Brother Two, I’ve been waiting for you all along.”
“Huh! Waiting and even having a child?” Wang Qiang sneered.
“What?” Xiao Qing was puzzled.
At this moment, the little one in her arms called out, “Auntie, who is this man?”
This call of “Auntie” woke Wang Qiang up. He pointed to the child and asked, “Isn’t this your child?”
Xiao Qing didn’t answer Wang Qiang but instead told the little one, “This is your uncle…” She then looked at Wang Qiang intently as if trying to see deep into his heart.
It was long after their marriage that Wang Qiang finally couldn’t help but ask Xiao Qing why she always called him Brother Two.
Xiao Qing laughed until she was bent over, then took his hand and wrote the word “love” in his palm.
It was then that Wang Qiang understood that “Brother Two” was really “Love Brother!” “So corny,” Wang Qiang muttered softly. But then he let out a yelp as Xiao Qing pinched his arm hard. After a sharp intake of breath, he said, aggrieved, “Why do women turn into shrews after marriage?”
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