The Most Beautiful Love Story 1
Wang Qiang clearly remembered that it was a golden autumn, with the air filled with the scent of ripeness. The rice ears in the fields turned yellow in the intimate autumn wind, bowing their heads, just like the neighbor girl Xiaoqing, who carefully followed behind him, calling out, “Second Brother, wait for me!”
“Second Brother?” Wang Qiang turned his head unhappily and asked, “Who is your Second Brother? I am not the second in my family, nor am I foolish. Please stop calling me that.”
“But! Second Brother…” Xiaoqing continued to call him, following closely behind like a little tail that couldn’t be shaken off.
Wang Qiang suddenly stopped, a mischievous smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He then quickly turned around, grabbed her into his arms, and dragged her into the rice field, kissing her face chaotically.
Xiaoqing, who had never experienced such a situation, was scared and screamed loudly. Wang Qiang ignored her cries, kissing her ears randomly and whispering, “What? Didn’t you follow me because you wanted this? Are you scared now?”
Xiaoqing was trembling with anger, her tears rolling down her face like strings of pearls.
When Wang Qiang saw that his goal was achieved, he let her go. Xiaoqing collapsed on the ground, crying bitterly.
That year, Wang Qiang was nineteen, and Xiaoqing was sixteen.
The next day, Wang Qiang joined the army. As he left, Xiaoqing followed him from a distance, watching him get on the bus, quietly calling out, “Second Brother… Second Brother…” as tears fell like rain.
Wang Qiang sat on the train, looking at Xiaoqing’s small figure, feeling a pang in his heart, his eyes moistening. He knew that he didn’t know when he would return. Even if he did come back, as an orphan, how could he marry Xiaoqing and give her happiness? He didn’t want to delay her or give her false hope, leaving her waiting in vain.
As the train slowly started, Xiaoqing’s figure became smaller and smaller behind him until it disappeared.
Wang Qiang served in the army for five years and never returned home during that time. Five years passed in a flash, and when he was transferred to a city factory after leaving the army, he returned home that year.
When he got off the train, he instinctively looked around but saw no familiar faces. Feeling somewhat disappointed, he walked towards home, with every step bringing a clearer image of Xiaoqing to his mind. Finally, when he arrived home, Xiaoqing stood right in front of him. He looked at her, and she looked at him.
Wang Qiang, somewhat excited, quickly walked towards her, wanting to say something.
But suddenly, a small figure rushed into Xiaoqing’s arms. She bent down to pick up the child, and Wang Qiang’s steps seemed glued to the ground, unable to move. His disappointment reached its peak. Although he was mentally prepared that Xiaoqing must have married, facing it in reality made him unable to contain his sense of loss and panic, so he turned to leave.
“Second Brother! Wait…” Xiaoqing called out, catching up to him.
Wang Qiang stopped and said lightly, “Don’t call me Second Brother; I am not foolish.”
Xiaoqing moved in front of him, her eyes red as she looked at him and said, “Second Brother, I have been waiting for you.”
“Hah! Waiting and you already have a child?” Wang Qiang sneered.
“What?” Xiaoqing was puzzled.
At this moment, the little one in her arms called out, “Auntie, who is this?”
The word “Auntie” awakened Wang Qiang. He pointed at the child and asked, “Not your child?”
Xiaoqing did not answer Wang Qiang. Instead, she told the little one, “This is your uncle…” After saying that, she stared at Wang Qiang, as if trying to see into his heart.
After getting married, Wang Qiang finally couldn’t help but ask Xiaoqing why she always liked to call him “Second Brother.”
Xiaoqing bent over with laughter, took his hand, and wrote the word “love” in his palm.
Wang Qiang then realized that “Second Brother” meant “Beloved Brother!” “So corny.” Wang Qiang muttered under his breath, and then he yelped loudly as Xiaoqing pinched his arm hard. After taking a deep breath, he said, feeling wronged, “Why do women become fierce after getting married?”
Seeing Xiaoqing’s glare, he dared not say anything more. A happy smile quietly appeared on his face.
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