Radio Emotional Story: How Much Love Can Return
People often say that the seventh year of marriage is the most prone to problems. Sure enough, just as their seventh anniversary passed, Dawei’s love boat veered off course, secretly sailing towards another harbor. Dawei’s lover, Awen, was a beautiful and radiant girl, ten years younger than him. He couldn’t explain how it happened, but he found himself helplessly and hopelessly in love with her.
Awen repeatedly urged Dawei to divorce his wife. After much contemplation, he decided to come clean with his wife, Ali. That evening, when he got home, he walked into the kitchen and said, “Ali, could you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you.” Dawei pulled out the divorce papers he had prepared earlier and handed them to Ali. She stared at the papers, stunned and silent for a long time. However, she didn’t cry or make a scene; she was a strong-willed woman. Dawei said, “Ali, I’m sorry! I’ll give you the house and another 200,000 yuan, how does that sound?” Ali sighed softly and replied, “Dawei, I don’t want the money or the house. I can earn those on my own. Just give me custody of our child, and I’ll move out tomorrow.” She then signed the papers without another word.
Dawei was taken aback by how straightforward she was. He said, “Ali, I really had no choice. You know, Awen is the daughter of the chairman; I can’t afford to offend her.” Ali responded, “Say no more, Dawei. Tonight, I want to spend one last night in this house. Please don’t disturb me.” With that, she shut herself in the bedroom. Dawei could hear the muffled sound of her crying from behind the door, and a wave of guilt washed over him. After all, this was the woman who had shared his struggles. Seven years ago, Ali had given up a highly coveted job in her hometown to follow him to the distant south, enduring countless hardships along the way. Dawei kept reminding himself, “I must not waver. I have to stay strong! Turning back now would mean all my efforts were for nothing…”
The light in Ali’s room stayed on all night. Dawei took a bottle of liquor and drank glass after glass. When he finally woke up, she was gone.
After Ali left, Dawei began renovating the house. He moved their old wardrobe into a small, unused room. He thought to himself that he might never touch those things again. Life must go on, and the past should stay in the past. Before long, Dawei and Awen held a grand wedding, followed by a honeymoon where Dawei allowed himself to be completely absorbed in Awen’s gentle affection, forgetting all about Ali.
However, life after remarriage wasn’t as perfect as he had imagined. In the past, Ali had managed everything at home so well that Dawei never had to lift a finger. He never cooked or cleaned. But Awen was different. She was a pampered, vain young lady with a stubborn temper who couldn’t endure any hardship. Not only did she hate doing household chores, but she also often lost her temper and broke things. One day, after a minor disagreement, she stormed out, slamming the door and returning to her parents’ home. Looking at the mess around him and reflecting on their life together, Dawei felt utterly miserable.
Driven by some inexplicable urge, he took out the key and, for the first time since his remarriage, unlocked the door to the small room. He opened the wardrobe and, seeing the neatly folded clothes, couldn’t help but think of Ali. Suddenly, he noticed something—a cream-colored sweater. He remembered when Ali was on maternity leave, heavily pregnant, and bored at home, so she bought some yarn to knit him a sweater. To make sure he could wear it before winter, she often stayed up late working on it. But when only the sleeves were left to finish, their son Xiaobao was born, and a series of events followed… The sweater was never finished.
Dawei picked up the sweater and realized that, at some point, the sleeves had been completed. He clearly remembered that on the day they separated, he had seen that sweater in the wardrobe, and it didn’t have sleeves. There could only be one explanation—the sleeves had been finished that night, with Ali staying up all night to complete them!
At this realization, a shiver ran through Dawei’s body as if he had been electrocuted, and he stood there, motionless, for a long time…
As the city lights flickered on, the raspy, melancholic voice of Dick Cowboy echoed from the street: “How much love can return?” Dawei put on the sweater, listening to the song. As he listened, tears suddenly streamed down his face.
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