Practical love that lasts the longest

When M went to Italy to study, she fell in love with an Italian man. It was a man who could take roses and wait patiently for her downstairs for 3 hours. He felt that love is waiting and waiting is sweeter than anyone else in his heart. This love made M determined to change her life.

　　She fell in love with her husband Z at the beginning, she said to him, marriage so long, we should tolerate each other cheating once, Z replied, you can use up your one chance, I do not need. This agreement, which was like a joke, became the reason for her to forgive herself.

　　On the flight back home, she made up her mind to have a showdown with her husband. In addition to her husband, her parents came to meet her at the airport. After a year of absence, her father was in a wheelchair. Her mother said, "Your father had a stroke and has been in bed for more than six months, thanks to Z's help in taking care of him. She looked sideways at Z, a man who followed the rules, smiled nervously and said, "A son-in-law is half a child.

　　How M's resolve was broken, she could not say. In fact, when she saw her father in a wheelchair at the airport and heard her mother's words, she was in a trance for a moment, unable to imagine that the Italian who had never mentioned her parents in front of her would take care of her father who was sick in bed.

　　M was sick for a while. Emaciated, Z came over and took her hand, and it had been a long time since they had held hands in such an affectionate way. His hand was like an explorer, touching a small protrusion on her hand and saying, "You have dermatitis, let me rub some medicine on you. The Italian man did not know she had neurodermatitis, she was his goddess, how could a goddess get a disease like dermatitis.

　　The courage of the showdown was consumed in 3 weeks and she wrote an email to the Italian man: goodbye. If she had been 22, she would have chosen the Italian, however she was 32 and that romantic love seemed so unreal. In her dreams there were exotic mountains and rivers, and what she woke up to was a familiar pair of hands. What is love? A voice in her head said that love is care, warmth and dependence that can be obtained without great effort.

　　When M told me this story, I remembered another story. It was also a girl who loved fantasy, her child had just turned 2. Because of her job, she was exposed to "high society" and saw those kids who could play golf, taste wine and speak French at the age of 10, and she said to her husband, "We all have to work hard for the sake of our children. Her opportunity came quickly when a client asked her to start a business with him. She committed herself without hesitation, while at that time, her husband also had an opportunity to start a business, and he passed it up. He had always been a man who lacked courage, who was comfortable with the status quo and did not want to advance. They talk less and less to each other, to be exact, she is too lazy to talk to him. She felt that there was no love between them, and that their views were different and did not need to be compatible. He goes home after work, stays with the elderly and children, and her day ends in the early hours of the morning.

　　Unfortunately, the business venture did not work out. When she told him that she had withdrawn her capital and did not earn a penny, "It's okay, my income is stable." He said so. At night, she lies next to him, frustrated by her failure, and asks him, "Do you still love me? He laughed and said I don't know what love is, I just know that I want you to live a life of minimal risk. www.xiuqq.com

　　It is getting harder and harder to understand what love really is.

　　In "The Complete Works of Lin Huiyin", there is a chapter called "Commemorating the 4th Anniversary of Zhimo's Death", in which it is written "Last year today I unexpectedly passed by your hometown from the south of Zhejiang, and in the dusky night I was outside the door of the independent train, staring at the dark platform, silently recalling many fragments of the past that did not go together, until life and death actually became a blur ......". Such a heartfelt text seems to prove that they once loved each other.

　　Compared to Xu Zhimo's full of love, Liang Sicheng's love is a more practical existence. It is said that Lin Huiyin's architectural drawings were mostly sketches, and it was Liang Sicheng who finally helped her to complete the final draft. In their life, work and life interpenetrated each other. Liang Sicheng did not have the same talent as Xu Zhimo, but he could accompany her and do what she wanted to do. Even he studied architecture because it was her ambition: "I didn't even know what architecture was at that time, and Huiyin told me that it was a discipline that included art and engineering as one." He was an oak tree, she was a cottonwood, and their hands held each other in the clouds. Compared to the grass that looks up to her, the lingonberry that entangles her, facing a violent storm, the oak tree is her most practical shelter and snuggle.

　　We used to be obsessed with soul mates, I have not spoken you prophet, love and follow, it is as if we have known in a previous life, meet in the afterlife, however, such love, or we did not meet, or after meeting, acquaintance with each other, or finally hold the hand of the son, but was worn into a pair of dependent on life.

　　There is a difference between love and love. Love is a powerful a full banquet, each dish are "skeletal", unforgettable; love is a small porridge, a bowl of spring noodles, a small cabbage, no pressure on people and themselves, you can afford to eat every day. The actual fact is that you will be able to get the most out of this particular.