Romantic Love Happy Ending
Those who endure hardships together understand that love is not just about sharing but also about shouldering burdens. That warm subway once carried love on a journey towards spring.
That year, he and she stayed in Beijing because of love.
If it weren’t for her, he could have returned to his hometown to become a civil servant. If it weren’t for him, she could have gone back to her hometown to be a high school teacher. But for love, they stayed.
Four years of love is not something that can be let go of easily. They chose not to part ways but to hold on for the sake of their love. So, they worked tirelessly, aiming to have a small place of their own in Beijing.
She and he rented rooms with others, one in the east of the city, one in the west. They could only meet on weekends.
On many weekends, they walked along Chang’an Street, hand in hand, talking about the joys and sorrows of the week, or they visited Beijing’s hutongs to enjoy the scenery. They avoided commercial streets and parks because they didn’t have much money.
They had almost counted all the lights on Chang’an Street.
Northern winters are truly cold. When they stood in the wind waiting for each other, it felt as if their whole bodies were frozen. There were plenty of places to go with heating, like malls, but they were crowded and noisy. Wandering without buying anything left them feeling a heavy sense of loss.
In fast food restaurants, they could buy something and stay for a few hours, but what about after those hours? They hadn’t seen each other for a week and always wanted to spend more time together. Hugging there was not appropriate. In bookstores, after browsing for a while, the staff would come over and ask, “Are you going to buy this or not? If not, please stop flipping through.”
One time, they wandered the streets for a whole day and ended up with frozen feet. The next day, she caught a cold and had a fever, missing a week of work and losing quite a bit of money.
Later, he called and said, “Dear, I found a good place.”
That warm place was the subway station.
He held her hand and ran into the subway station, spending 6 yuan on two tickets. The circular subway line goes around the city continuously; they could ride it all day. They would find a warm corner, eat the bread and snacks they brought, he would study English, and she would read the latest popular novels. When tired, she would rest in his arms—nobody laughed at them. There were many subway lovers like them.
She thought, he was such a clever man to come up with such a warm place, a beautiful subway heading towards spring. Two people in love, seeking refuge from the cold, chose to sit in a corner of the subway and enjoy their love. It was indeed the most beautiful winter, with the beloved by their side, and the air filled with the sweet scent of bread.
Sometimes the subway was crowded, and they held each other tightly. When it was less crowded, they would read books and listen to music. That winter, those three months were the most beautiful for him and her! The subway, in her eyes, became so romantic and charming because it was filled with the scent of love.
Spring finally arrived, and they emerged from the subway, resuming their walks on Chang’an Street. On a spring evening, he took out a ring and put it on her finger, saying, “Dear, please promise to be my wife because I know that a girl willing to ride the subway with me all winter must truly love me.”
Later, they got married. Later, they had their own house and a private car, but he and she still cherished the days they spent together on the subway that winter. Because those who endure hardships together understand that love is not just about sharing but also about shouldering burdens. That warm subway once carried love on a journey towards spring.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
