Heartwarming Romantic Tales
She was thirty, beautiful, with fair skin and a slender waist. However, her life wasn’t easy. First, she gave birth to a mentally challenged daughter, and then, at twenty-nine, her husband passed away.
Later, she chose to remarry a man fifteen years her senior.
She couldn’t endure hardship, especially with a mentally challenged daughter to care for. The important thing was, he was a miner, and despite the uncertain income, if an accident happened, the mine owner would typically compensate with three to four hundred thousand yuan.
She was terrified of poverty. Otherwise, why would someone so beautiful marry a man with a slight limp? He was old and unattractive, with crooked eyes and a skewed mouth.
He knew he wasn’t a good match for her, but he still treated her like a treasure.
He handed over his earnings to her without missing a cent, but he made only 1,000 yuan a month, barely enough for food and clothing with little left over. She was not content; her daughter would need money in the future, and she didn’t want to spend her life with him like this.
Mining accidents were common; why hadn’t he encountered one? She thought of the three to four hundred thousand yuan. If he died, she could take the money and leave. It was a malicious thought, but it was her true feeling.
She bought clothes and cosmetics to beautify herself and flirted with the neighbors’ men. People told him, “Look at your wife, spending your money to dress up and flirt with other men!” He just laughed and let her have her fun, even though it hurt him deeply inside.
One day, she casually mentioned wanting to eat tangerines, so he went to the town to buy them without telling her.
When a mining accident happened, her first thought was, “Finally, the 300,000 yuan will be mine!”
They pulled out many bodies, and she inspected each one, but none were his. Disappointed, she suddenly saw him approaching with tangerines in hand, looking innocent like a child.
“Here,” he said, “I went to town to buy tangerines for you and swapped shifts with someone else!” She burst into tears, feeling hopeless. He comforted her, thinking she was scared. Eating the tangerines, she felt ashamed of herself.
He cherished her even more and also cared for her daughter. Secretly, he planted trees on the mountain, four to five each month. When asked why, he replied, “For them. After I die, these trees will grow big and can support them.” When she heard this, her heart ached, and she nearly cried.
Later, she caught a cold and he tended to her day and night. One midnight, she woke up to find him holding her feet. She asked why, and he said, “So I’ll know if you wake up and need to go to the bathroom.” She cried, saying, “You fool.”
After recovering, she said, “Let’s not go back to the mine. It’s too dangerous. I’m scared.” This time, she was sincere because she realized that people are the most important; without them, nothing matters.
She settled down, opened a small shop, and lived quietly with him.
Not long after, he began experiencing chest pains. Even a little work made him sweat profusely, so he secretly took painkillers, one yuan for ten tablets, five or six at a time, but his chest still hurt. He secretly visited the doctor in town. The doctor said it was late-stage liver cancer, with at most three months to live, and advised him to eat whatever he wanted without any restrictions.
On the street, he spent all the money he had, buying lots of things, new clothes for her, a flowery jacket for his daughter, perfume, but nothing for himself.
The next morning, he said he planned to return to the mine; the boss had called him back. She said no, it was too dangerous, and firmly refused. He just laughed but went anyway. He told the boss to give him the hardest job, not minding the fatigue. The boss obliged, sending him to the deepest part of the mine. In the darkness, when the pain struck, he called her name.
On the third day of work, water began seeping into the mine. He had a chance to escape but thought, with three to four hundred thousand yuan, she and her daughter would be set for life. So he stayed and didn’t call for help.
When she heard the news, she rushed there without even combing her hair, clawing at the mine entrance until her hands bled. Seeing his body, she cried his name and cursed him, “I told you not to go, not to go, not to go!”
From his pocket, she pulled out the hospital’s diagnosis. Only then did she realize he had used his last bit of life to love her one final time.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
