Classic Adult Love Story 1
This winter is quite cold. For the sake of a better life, the husband made a life-changing decision: he left behind the few acres of thin land inherited from his ancestors and moved into a migrant worker’s shack. The area is filled with dazzling neon lights and towering buildings, but their shack can only be described as shabby.
Their clothing was no better; aside from a few decent work uniforms, the rest of their clothes were old and faded. However, the wife never complained about these conditions. She knew that as long as they worked together, everything would improve, just as she had wholeheartedly married him without hesitation.
The husband carried bricks and transported sand on the construction site every day, while she cooked meals for the workers. After work, he would drag his tired body and diligently study construction knowledge, while she mended work clothes under the dim incandescent light, leaving neat patches with every stitch.
She thought that even if the work uniform was rough, it should be cherished because, in the cold wind, her husband relied on it to shield him from the elements.
Days went by. Due to his diligence and eagerness to learn, he was promoted to foreman and soon became a manager. Their lives gradually improved. He bought a 60-square-meter apartment in the city, and they no longer needed patched-up work clothes.
The diligent and studious husband even obtained a construction qualification certificate, started contracting projects independently, and his wallet grew fatter. However, he returned home less and less frequently, always claiming to be very busy. One day, he told her that he no longer loved her and then left her…
One year passed, then another… Until he lost all his money in a failed project, he returned to that 60-square-meter apartment. From then on, he was utterly dejected.
“You know, to walk further and longer on the road of life, you must learn to mend the tears and rips along the way, patching them in time. Even if those patches aren’t pretty, they can shield you from the wind and rain, making you feel that your life is still complete, just like this work uniform,” she said, holding one of his old work uniforms.
He suddenly understood and found the courage to face life again, gradually making some progress.
She decided to leave him, but he pleaded bitterly for her to stay. She said, “In life, patches can be acceptable, but not in love. Once torn, it’s torn. Even if the wound heals and scars over, every touch will still be painful, and it might even bleed again. If you insist on patching love, every stitch will tear open a new wound.”
Indeed, not everything can be mended with patches.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
