Emotional love tale: A Heart in Tears
If the person Wu Mei relies on the most in this world is Chen Ya, then Chen Ya must be the person who loves Wu Mei the most in this life.
Many parents favor boys over girls. Perhaps in their worldly view, boys can carry on the family name, while girls will eventually marry and belong to someone else. Wu Mei grew up in such a family. Her father was a gambler, often getting drunk and taking out his frustrations on Wu Mei, hitting and scolding her. Wu Mei was very afraid of her father. But Wu Mei was happy because she had a cousin, Chen Ya, who loved her dearly, and a mother who adored her.
Seeing Wu Mei happily playing on the grass, Chen Ya’s nose twitched, and tears almost fell from his eyes. “Wu Mei, poor Wu Mei, are you really happy?” Chen Ya muttered to himself.
“Brother Ya, Brother Ya, I want to play rock-paper-scissors. Will you play with me? The loser has to carry the winner, no cheating,” Wu Mei said, running up to Chen Ya barefoot and innocently shaking his arm. “Okay,” Chen Ya said, gently patting Wu Mei’s little pigtail.
When they played rock-paper-scissors, Wu Mei always won because she always chose scissors, and Chen Ya always chose paper. That day, at sunset, with the beautiful clouds in the sky, Wu Mei laughed non-stop with her little tiger teeth showing as she rode on Chen Ya’s back. Perhaps in Wu Mei’s eyes, her Brother Ya was the best.
“Wu Mei, what’s your dream?” Chen Ya asked gently, holding Wu Mei’s small hand under the evening glow.
“I want to be like a little swallow, flying freely. I hope Brother Ya will always love me, and I hope Father will stop hating me,” Wu Mei counted her simple dreams on her fingers, her face dimming a bit. Chen Ya felt a pang in his heart, the scene forever etched in his memory.
“Wu Mei, always be happy, never be sad. Promise Brother Ya, okay?”
“Yes, Brother Ya, I will.”
Time flew by, and three years of youth quietly bloomed and withered. Wu Mei was now fifteen, her youthful innocence replaced by beauty. She stood tall and slender, with fair skin, long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and a serene, pure face. Her clear, almond-shaped eyes held a touch of melancholy.
Wu Mei seemed to understand a lot now and had become less talkative. Perhaps only around her Brother Ya did she remain the pure girl who always chose scissors and laughed with her little tiger teeth showing. That year, Chen Ya was two years older than Wu Mei.
For the past few months, Wu Mei had been very happy. Her father had changed and treated her well because her mother was pregnant. An ultrasound at the hospital revealed it was a boy. During that time, every sunset, Wu Mei would happily sing a song called “Xiao Fang” while holding Chen Ya’s hand and then lean on his shoulder, shouting at the sunset, “I have a little brother, I have a little brother…” Wu Mei’s smile was like a blooming lily, fragrant in the spring season. Chen Ya would gently smooth her wind-blown hair, his movements very soft.
However, just when Wu Mei was dreaming of a beautiful future, fate played a cruel joke and took away her lifelong joy.
That day, Wu Mei’s mother went into labor. Wu Mei and Chen Ya were at school, far from home, and usually only came back once a week. Chen Ya’s parents were not in their hometown, so only Wu Mei’s father was at the hospital.
The doctor told Wu Mei’s father that due to past exhaustion, the mother faced complications during labor, and he had to choose between saving the mother or the baby. Wu Mei’s father hesitated for two days and nights while Wu Mei’s mother suffered. In the end, he signed to save the baby. But due to the delay, both the mother and the baby were lost.
When Wu Mei and Chen Ya returned just as her mother was about to be buried, Wu Mei went mad, throwing herself on her mother’s coffin, crying out for her not to leave. She then frantically attacked her father, grabbing his clothes and screaming, “Why?”
“It’s all because of you. You killed your mother. If you were a boy, your mother wouldn’t have died. You’re a jinx, a jinx…” Wu Mei’s father pushed her away, speaking harshly, like a knife stabbing into her heart.
“I’m a jinx, I’m a jinx… Brother Ya, am I a jinx?” Wu Mei muttered, tears streaming down her face as she turned to Chen Ya. Seeing her pitiful eyes, Chen Ya’s heart ached, and tears flowed uncontrollably down his face.
“Wu Mei, you promised Brother Ya to always be happy, never be sad. Did you forget?” Chen Ya tightly held Wu Mei, gently wiping away her tears.
“Brother Ya, but my heart hurts so much, so much,” Wu Mei said, fainting in Chen Ya’s arms. Her small body looked so pitiful.
That day, Chen Ya was furious and fought Wu Mei’s father.
Wu Mei’s father didn’t dare fight back. He feared Chen Ya, who had a reputation as a tough guy associated with drug addicts. That day, Chen Ya broke Wu Mei’s father’s leg with a shovel.
Since Wu Mei’s mother died, Chen Ya rarely saw Wu Mei smile. Every sunset, he would accompany Wu Mei to watch the beautiful sky, but the joy was gone.
“Brother Ya, you’re the only family I have left in this world. Let’s find a place where no one knows us and live a simple life, okay?” One day, at sunset, Wu Mei suddenly cried in Chen Ya’s arms.
Chen Ya was silent. He loved Wu Mei dearly, but it was a brotherly love. His silence made the faint glimmer in Wu Mei’s eyes disappear completely. In that moment, Chen Ya’s heart bled.
The next day, Wu Mei left for an unknown city.
Chen Ya, worried, left the day after Wu Mei, bidding farewell to his parents and carrying simple luggage.
For years, Chen Ya roamed from city to city, meeting people and experiencing life. His once young heart became weathered, all for the hope of finding Wu Mei and erasing her pain. In 20xx, Chen Ya developed depression. At sunset, he would sit on a strange field, sometimes for hours, muttering, “Wu Mei, did Brother Ya ever love you? Did he really never love you?”
Every New Year, Chen Ya returned home, seeing his parents’ older faces and feeling tears well up. “Mom, Dad, I’m sorry for worrying you.”
Back in his hometown, there was a man who looked fifty, who had gone mad. He walked with a limp and carried a wooden cane. Every mealtime, he would go outside and shout, “Wu Mei, where are you? It’s time to come home for dinner…”
On the grassy fields of his hometown, Chen Ya knelt under the setting sun, hands clasped in prayer.
“God, please bless my parents with happiness in their remaining years and ensure that Wu Mei never feels sadness, always happy, unlike me. I, Chen Ya, am willing to give up twenty years of my life in exchange…”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
