Enduring love Stories: the Most Beautiful Love Letter in the World
They were an elderly couple living in a mountain village, their only daughter tragically lost her life at the age of 21 due to a sudden car accident. From then on, the old couple depended on each other for support. Despite having nothing and losing their health over the decades, their love for each other never wavered.
The husband, Fushun, was 86 years old, and his wife, Hehua, was 83. They fell in love and got married when they were 18. Their steadfast love moved countless people.
At 21, Fushun, who came from a poor family in the mountain village, had to drop out of elementary school to do farm work and help sustain the family’s economy. As the eldest child, he had younger siblings to support, so he worked in the fields with his father every day to ensure his siblings could go to school and have enough to eat.
When Fushun was 18, he fell in love with Hehua, the village beauty. Although Fushun wasn’t unattractive, his tall and tanned body, weathered from years of farm work, exuded a healthy vigor that gradually captivated Hehua.
Initially, Hehua’s family opposed their relationship, fearing the hardships their daughter would endure. They were resolute in preventing their daughter from being with Fushun.
Fushun was willing to endure any hardship or toil to ensure a good life for Hehua. Seeing this, Hehua’s heart ached. She would watch from afar, tears streaming down her face, as she couldn’t bear to witness his suffering any longer. She would then turn away and leave swiftly.
One day, while working in the fields, Fushun accidentally injured his foot with a hoe. Ignoring her family’s objections, Hehua ran to Fushun’s house. The two gazed at each other with deep affection, tears welling up in Hehua’s eyes.
“Hehua, why are you here? Did your family agree to let you come?” Fushun broke the silence, gently touching Hehua’s cheek.
Holding Fushun’s hand, Hehua replied, “How could you be so careless? Do you know how worried I was?” Her tears, unable to be held back any longer, began to fall.
Moved, Fushun looked at Hehua, his eyes also brimming with tears. He couldn’t understand why a farmer like him deserved Hehua’s love, a love so strong she defied her family to be with him. He vowed never to disappoint her, even if it meant suffering himself.
They talked until dusk when Hehua’s mother, furious, stormed into Fushun’s house, her eyes filled with anger.
“You rascal, don’t ever try to woo my daughter again. How can someone as poor as you be worthy of her?”
Fushun was taken aback and then fell silent. The words “someone as poor as you” deeply wounded him.
Seeing Fushun’s silence, Hehua’s mother was about to continue her tirade when Hehua interrupted.
“Mom, that’s enough. Love is my own business. Even if I have to suffer with Fushun, I’m willing to. I love him, I want to be with him…”
“Slap!”
Before she could finish speaking, a loud slap landed hard on Hehua’s cheek, instantly reddening her right cheek. Fushun immediately looked up, incredulously watching the scene, then looked at Hehua with heartache, and said, “Hehua, listen to your mother! I am not worthy of you. You can find a good family in the future, leave this village, and see the outside world.”
Hehua, in tears, glanced at her mother and then looked at Fushun. “Are you saying you don’t want me anymore? You told me that no matter what, we wouldn’t be separated. Were you lying to me?”
“I’m sorry, I was just lying to you. Leave! I don’t love you at all.” Fushun concealed his emotions, pretending to be indifferent. Hehua looked utterly shocked, and Fushun continued, “Don’t come here anymore. We will not meet again.”
After saying that, Fushun lay down, pulling a tattered quilt over his body.
“No, it can’t be. You wouldn’t lie to me.” Hehua cried heart-wrenchingly. Her naivety made her unaware of how deeply Fushun loved her.
Hehua’s mother laughed coldly and said, “See? He was just playing with you. You’d better listen to your mother and marry Chen Shaoxiong from the town!”
Seeing Fushun remain motionless, Hehua bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, and ran out.
Hehua, I’m sorry. I love you, very much. I would give up my life for you, but I can’t ruin your future. I wish you happiness.
Hehua ran out of Fushun’s house, blindly running through the village. Unknowingly, she ended up at the place where they first met. Looking at the cornfields, tears kept falling from her cheeks.
Why is it like this? Didn’t we say that no matter what, we wouldn’t be separated? You know how much I love you. I have no feelings for Chen Shaoxiong, whom I haven’t even met. I don’t need money; I just need someone who truly loves me. No matter how hard it is, I just want to marry the one I love.
Since they parted, Hehua was depressed, and Fushun worked hard, trying to forget her through busyness.
Under her mother’s persistent urging, Hehua’s marriage was approaching. With only a week left, Hehua looked emptily out the window, realizing she was about to marry a man she had never met and did not love.
Fushun also knew that Hehua was getting married. Late at night, with tears in his eyes, he wrote his first-ever letter. Though the writing was rough and crooked, it was the most beautiful love letter in the world.
After finishing the letter, Fushun carefully placed it in a dilapidated drawer. Tears dropped one by one, the quiet sound clearly audible in the silence.
Fushun couldn’t sing love songs or be romantic, but he could say the simple words “I love you.” He couldn’t express himself well, but those three words meant everything to him.
During that week, Fushun stopped working in the fields, living in a state of decline. Every day, he would wait in a corner not far from Hehua’s house, silently watching the little house, longing for the person inside but lacking the courage to approach.
Hehua took out the grass ring that Fushun had given her. Though it was just woven from grass, it became her most treasured possession, surpassing any diamond ring because it was filled with deep love.
Hehua quietly put on the grass ring, looked around, and secretly ran out of her house.
Hehua tried to avoid the villagers as she searched for Fushun. Sharp-eyed Fushun spotted Hehua, showing a hint of joy but not daring to approach, remaining frozen in place.
Fushun noticed Hehua heading towards his house, so he quickly took a shortcut, running to his home. As soon as he arrived, Hehua was already standing at the door.
The two stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
Hehua walked in, closed the door, and looked at Fushun, tears streaming down her face, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
“Fushun, let’s elope, okay? Let’s leave this place together.”
Fushun was shocked, not expecting her to say such a thing. He wanted to run away with her, but his siblings needed his support for their education.
“Hehua, I’m sorry. I can’t leave my family.” Fushun said, heartbroken, lowering his head, tears welling up but held back.
Seeing Fushun’s tear-filled eyes, Hehua said excitedly, “You still love me, right? You lied about not loving me, didn’t you? You know, I have always loved you. I don’t like Chen Shaoxiong at all. I’ve never even met him. Please don’t abandon me.”
Fushun felt heartbroken seeing Hehua like this. She looked at the silent Fushun, threw aside all restraint, and ran to hug him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Facing the sudden embrace, Fushun felt helpless, not knowing what to do.
“Hold me.”
As he was about to push her away, her soft voice stopped him, making him instinctively raise his hands and hold the person in his arms.
The two held each other tightly for a long time. Slowly, Fushun released Hehua, and they gazed into each other’s eyes with deep affection.
Their lips drew closer until they met, and just as they were lost in their kiss, the door was kicked open, startling them. They quickly let go of each other.
Hehua’s mother stood there, eyes wide with disbelief, while Chen Shaoxiong looked on furiously. The bride he was supposed to marry the day after tomorrow was entangled with another man, leaving him deeply humiliated.
Hehua realized who the man next to her mother was. Seeing his fiery gaze upon her and Fushun, she felt uneasy, fearing for Fushun.
Chen Shaoxiong spoke first, “Is this the good girl you spoke of? The good daughter? She looks nice, but I don’t want anything unclear. The engagement is off.” He gave Fushun a hateful look and turned to leave.
Hehua’s mother wanted to call him back but didn’t know what to say, watching helplessly as the carefully chosen, almost-successful son-in-law slipped away.
She turned angrily towards Hehua, grabbing her hand to leave. Hehua harshly shook off her mother’s hand and said, “Don’t control me anymore. I want to be with Fushun.”
Her mother’s anger grew at her daughter’s stubbornness. “If you insist on being with this man, then you are no longer my daughter. Do you want your mother or him?”
Hehua was struck by these words as if a bolt of lightning had hit her. She looked at her mother in shock, speechless.
“Answer me! Do you want your mother or him?” her mother demanded, pushing for an answer.
Fushun, witnessing the scene, didn’t expect his moment of weakness to cause such a huge problem.
Hehua turned tearfully, looking deeply at Fushun, and asked, “Fushun, do you love me? I want the truth.”
Fushun, seeing her determined eyes, nodded heavily, “I love you.”
Hehua smiled through her tears. Those words ‘I love you’ weighed a thousand pounds in her heart; with them, she could give up everything.
Turning to her mother, Hehua knelt down. The sudden gesture shocked both her mother and Fushun.
With tears, Hehua knelt before her mother, “Mom, I’m sorry. I choose Fushun. You still have my sister. Thank you for raising me. I love Fushun, very much. I can lose everything, even if a thousand people scorn me, I will still choose to be with Fushun.”
She then kowtowed three times.
Her mother, unable to accept it, began to waver, pointing at Hehua and crying ‘unfilial daughter.’
Leaving heartbroken, her mother’s unsteady figure left Hehua wanting to support her, but she watched her mother leave, knowing she had made her choice.
Fushun, feeling a mix of emotions, tightly embraced Hehua, saying, “I will love you well. I won’t let you suffer, never.”
Days later, Fushun was working in the fields when Chen Shaoxiong arrived with a group of men. Seeing them, Fushun felt a surge of fear.
“Chen Shaoxiong?” he stammered, voice trembling slightly.
Chen Shaoxiong sneered arrogantly, “Yes, you remember me.”
“What do you want?” Fushun instinctively stepped back. He was known for being honest and simple, not one to talk back or fight.
“I’m here to teach you a lesson. Brothers, give him a good beating,” Chen Shaoxiong ordered, and his men began beating Fushun.
Pushed to the ground, Fushun curled up, enduring the punches and kicks.
Some villagers recognized Chen Shaoxiong but dared not intervene. Someone rushed to Fushun’s house, where Hehua was doing laundry.
The villager, anxious and worried, said, “Chen Shaoxiong is beating Fushun in the field. Go quickly! It looks serious.”
Hehua dropped her clothes and ran to the field. She found a crowd but no sign of Chen Shaoxiong. Pushing through, she saw Fushun lying on the ground, face covered in blood, eyes closed.
Kind villagers called a tractor to take Fushun to the town hospital, where he was rushed into the emergency room.
Hehua anxiously waited outside, heart in her throat as doctors came and went.
When the surgery light went off, she rushed to the doctor, asking, “Doctor, how is my boyfriend? Is he alright?”
The doctor sighed and shook his head, “His brain suffered severe trauma. He might be mentally impaired from now on.”
The doctor’s words made Hehua nearly faint. The doctor quickly supported her, concerned, “Miss, are you okay?”
Hehua shook her head in despair, tears falling as she looked at Fushun being wheeled out, head wrapped in bandages.
In the ward, Hehua held Fushun’s hand, tearfully saying, “No matter what happens to you, you’re still my dearest Fushun. I’ll bear everything for you. I love you. As long as you’re by my side, I’ll do anything. You must wake up.”
Hours later, Fushun awoke, smiling foolishly at Hehua. Her heart ached, but she forced a smile back.
“Fushun, I love you.”
Startled, Hehua saw only his silly smile and wiped her tears, “I love you too.”
Unable to afford the medical bills, they had to take Fushun home. Villagers sorrowfully watched the unfortunate couple, shaking their heads.
Hehua put on the grass ring and said, “Fushun, remember this ring? You made it for me. I love you. Tomorrow we’ll marry and be together forever.”
The next day, they married with a village officiant as a witness. No wedding clothes, just ragged clothes. No feast, just two corn buns. No new quilt, just a patched one. But they smiled as warmly as the sun.
Fushun smiled foolishly as the officiant, bitter and sad, presided over the most unique but happiest wedding.
A year later, Hehua was pregnant but never rested, doing housework and farm work. Her once fair hands were rough and calloused, her skin tanned, no longer the village beauty but an unnoticed plain woman, yet she remained uncomplaining.
Every day, Hehua worked early and late, while Fushun stayed home, waiting eagerly for her return. When she came back, his childlike joy made all her toil worthwhile.
Years later, tragedy struck, taking their daughter’s life and leaving Hehua bedridden.
Fushun, unaware of their daughter’s death, still smiled foolishly. Seeing his wife ill, he lost his smile and borrowed a cart to take Hehua to the hospital. Hehua resisted, but Fushun insisted.
“Wife, I…will…take you…to the doctor.”
Hehua wept, touched by his love. Despite his impairment, he never forgot her. He forgot everyone but remembered her deeply.
Fushun pulled the cart step by step, leaving the village, determined to get her treatment. Villagers, moved by the scene, used a tractor to take them to the hospital.
Villagers contributed money, offering what little help they could.
They couldn’t bear to watch the scene of a foolish husband pulling his ailing wife to town for treatment.
They wondered if they were foolish or silly but knew their love was deep, too deep.
Hehua’s condition improved, but they couldn’t return home, wandering the town, collecting trash, begging for food, living like beggars.
They drifted through towns, leaving their home behind, without attachments or regrets.
Forty years later, in a dilapidated hut, they huddled together.
Hehua held the last remaining bun, offering it to Fushun. Fushun shook his head, “Wife, eat. I’m not hungry.”
“You eat. I just ate,” Hehua insisted, pushing the bun to his mouth. Fushun closed his mouth tightly.
Shaking his head, he broke the bun, giving Hehua the larger piece, “Wife, eat. This is enough for me.”
Hehua cried, knowing Fushun’s mind was impaired, but his heart wasn’t. He loved her deeply, even after decades, until the end of life.
In the evening, their hut couldn’t block the winter wind. Hehua rubbed her clumsy hands together.
Fushun held her hands, warming them with his breath.
Hehua tearfully remembered the letter in the drawer.
Hehua, I love you. I know you’re getting married. I’m sorry I can’t tell you how much I love you. I want to grow old with you, but I can’t make you suffer. I hope you have a good life, I hope you’re happy. I can’t burden you. I lied about not loving you, hoping you’d forget me and find someone a thousand times better.
The faded words, though unlikely to touch anyone, became the world’s most beautiful love letter.
Fushun kept blowing warmth, while Hehua gazed at him affectionately. Though their love journey was tough, they loved each other until the end of life.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
