She Once Gave Me Clouds and Moon
He and she were university classmates. They started dating in college, and their relationship remained strong even after graduation. The school had a scholarship for studying abroad, and because he excelled academically, he was awarded the opportunity.
He was born in the countryside, and his family was poor. To have such an opportunity was a blessing, and he gladly accepted it. She was happy for him, though she felt reluctant to part. She strongly supported him and, knowing he didn’t have living expenses, asked her mother to take out their last 20,000 yuan in savings to give to him.
At that time, her mother had just divorced her father and was heavily dependent on those savings. She had to work very hard to convince her mother, who finally agreed to give up the money.
Back then, both she and her mother believed he was already part of their family. Of course, he also swore that no matter how tempting the outside world was, he would only love her in this life.
In the days that followed, their love was their only hope and support. His days in England were tough. To complete his studies, he did all sorts of menial jobs. She worked at the meteorological bureau, dealing with wind, clouds, moon, and rain every day. Whenever he felt lonely, exhausted, or despondent, he would look up at the sky.
During the day, there were clouds, and at night, the moon, all imbued with his longing for her. This poetic imagery filled his heart, and he thought, “These clouds and moon should be hovering above her head too.” This thought gave him a slow-rising strength within.
In England, a British female classmate developed feelings for him. She observed him closely and noticed his habit of looking up at the sky. For his birthday, she gave him a telescope. He accepted it but told her the story of him and her. The classmate was deeply moved, shed a bucket of tears, and backed away respectfully, leaving him with her blessings.
When he mentioned this incident in a letter, she held the letter and cried. In the letters that followed, descriptions of the clouds and moon naturally became the backdrop of their romantic love story.
He survived on the attachment to these clouds and the moon, enduring five springs, summers, autumns, and winters. Finally, after graduation, he landed a job at a major company and returned with a heart full of love. He had one thought in his mind: to bring her along into a happy future.
When he returned, she naturally went to pick him up. But when she went, there was another honest-looking man with her. The man insisted on coming because she was pregnant. When he saw her, he was dumbfounded, almost unable to recognize her but had no choice but to accept it—she was already married!
The three of them sat awkwardly on the airport shuttle bus, silent, with only his eyes turning red. When they arrived in the city, the honest man gave some instructions and then thoughtfully walked away.
At the restaurant, it was just him and her. He didn’t ask a single question because he didn’t know where to start. She forced a smile and said, “I’ve been married for over a year. I’m sorry I never told you. I didn’t want to affect your studies.”
Anger burned inside him, his face twisted with pain as he roared, “Why? Why did you deceive me for so long?”
She trembled, moved closer to him, placed her hand gently on his shoulder, and with a tearful nose, said, “I’m sorry. Shortly after you left, my mother fell seriously ill. We exhausted everything we had, draining all my energy. I held on for two years but couldn’t anymore and was on the brink of despair. Fortunately, I met him and got married. Please understand me…”
After hearing this, his tense face finally relaxed. He covered his face with his hands and wept uncontrollably.
That night, destined to be sleepless, their conversation was sporadic, and silence was the dominant language.
As the night grew deep, she got up to leave and said to him, “You must forgive me.”
He remained silent, a silence as distant as the hazy moon in the night sky.
Tonight, the moon was still hazy. Sitting across from me, he remained silent but had a relaxed expression on his face. I tried to ask, “Are you in such a hurry to leave because you don’t want to see her? Do you still hate her?”
He smiled and shook his head, saying, “No, I don’t hate her. Why should I hate her?”
I asked again, “She let you down and deceived you for so long. Don’t you have any resentment towards her?”
He said, “Do you see the word ‘hate’ written on my face? No, not at all. In fact, I’m very grateful to her. She supported me through the most difficult phase of my life.”
I pursued, “But you loved her so much, and she gave her love to someone else!”
At this, he clasped his hands together, remained silent for a moment, and then smiled, saying, “Yes, all these years, she gave her love to someone else, but every time she looked up, she gave me a sky full of clouds and the moon. All these years, hasn’t her love always surrounded me?”
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