Listen to Your Love Story
She always had a wish, which was to go to the north to see the snow. He found out inadvertently and when the first cold wave of the year arrived, he told her about the heavy snowfall in Beijing and handed her a wad of money. Apologetically, he said, “Baby, I’m sorry. You know I’m very busy. I’ve just taken on a new project, and I have to go on a field trip for more than a month, but I’m heading south. If you really want to see the snow, can you go by yourself?”
She didn’t take the money and said softly, “If you don’t go, what meaning is there for me to go alone?”
He thought for a moment and said, “How about I ask my sister to go with you? I really wouldn’t feel comfortable with you going alone. It’s better to have someone to look out for each other.”
She shook her head and consoled him, “Don’t worry about this. When you’re not busy, we’ll go together. Besides, didn’t it snow heavily here two years ago? The cold air came so early this year; it will surely snow this winter!”
She said this just to make him feel better. She didn’t like the snow in Jiangnan. When it snowed, although there were beautiful scenes of falling snow, it ultimately left broken branches everywhere.
When the snow melted, the ground was so dirty that one couldn’t even step on it. She wasn’t complaining about Jiangnan’s inability to withstand the test of snow, but she always dreamed of a scene that was crystal clear, which she felt could only be found in a northern winter.
He had to travel frequently for projects. Although they had been married for many years, they were often apart. She was a teacher, and her profession meant she spent a lot of time at home. She was very quiet and didn’t like going out. He worried she might be lonely, so he got her a computer and internet access.
Online, she only read the news and wrote small emotional essays in her blog. She rarely visited other people’s blogs and never played games. Sometimes, when chatting with friends, they would talk enthusiastically about stealing vegetables in QQ Farm early in the morning. She would just smile lightly, partly because she didn’t understand, and partly because she wasn’t interested.
As the cold air frequently moved south, news of heavy snowfall in some northern places kept coming in, making her heart itch again. Her dreams were always filled with grand scenes of thousands of miles of ice and snow. When she woke up, there was always a slight melancholy in her brow.
One day, after finishing her diary, she saw a new message on the top right corner of her blog’s homepage. She opened it casually and found that it was an invitation to join a blog circle called “Snow in the North.”
Her heart moved, and without hesitation, she clicked “Accept” and then opened the circle.
A scene of drifting snowflakes immediately appeared before her eyes. It was clear the circle owner had put in a lot of effort.
She browsed through the articles inside and was attracted to one titled “Waiting for You to Come to the North to See Snow.” She quickly clicked in and eagerly read it. Through the gentle narration, she seemed to see someone staring at the south, waiting quietly for someone who loved snow like him.
One sentence moved her to the point of tears: “Snow is pure, just like those who love snow…,” the ellipsis seemed to touch her heart. She felt the article was written just for her!
She opened her rarely used QQ and added the QQ number left in his blog to her friends’ list, using the phrase “Snow is pure, just like those who love snow…” as the verification message. She was very excited as she did this, and her hand holding the mouse was trembling slightly.
To her surprise, within seconds, there was a response, followed by a greeting. There was no rose icon, no “hello” message, just a handshake symbol.
She shared her feelings about reading his article. He replied, “Thank you! You are the first person to understand my writing because I really like that phrase. The person I am waiting for must be someone who likes that phrase. May I ask, are you the one I am waiting for?”
She suddenly had the urge to say “yes,” but she calmed herself and replied, “No, I just like snow.”
He replied, “Thank you for your answer! Because you truly love snow and understand the meaning of that phrase!”
She understood that the phrase was “Snow is pure, just like those who love snow…”
She replied, “Thank you for letting me understand that snow is not just in people’s dreams; it can also connect with people’s hearts. I also realized that you are not waiting for a specific person but for the south! You must be a very happy person! I wish you happiness from Jiangnan!”
After saying this, she closed QQ.
She realized that there is a kind of longing that can also be called gazing, and this longing is only related to snow. She leaned against the window, looked into the distance, and gently said to herself.
As she said this, her heart was as calm as water.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
