Introduction: The New Year's bell rang, and the boy returned to their small home, but the girl was nowhere to be found.
"Husband, I want to go home." In the dead of night, the girl lay on the bed and typed this sentence. She looked at the familiar phone number and saved it in the outbox without pressing the send button. I don't want to disturb him, don't want to upset him, don't want to add pressure to him. I just want to miss him quietly and love him.
Boys and girls come from different places with different customs and customs. Perhaps fate brought them to this rapidly developing metropolis, where they struggled and struggled for their own lives. Nan has a cheerful personality and is a sunny boy; the girl is not very beautiful, but looks demure and writes something from time to time. She always has a diary in her bag. It's the Internet, friends, they meet, know each other, know each other, and fall in love. Girls regard boys as the other side of this life, and boys regard girls as their partners in this life. The two people enjoy sweet love and a happy life. We walk together, eat together, play cards together, and when we come back from work, the boy tells the girl about his work, and the girl always listens attentively, even though she doesn't understand. Girls always share everything about boys: happy and sad. Time passes minute by minute in the happiness of two people, witnessing their love.
The girl thinks her choice is right, because she is really happy. But one day, the girl's parents really knew about it and called her to go home. The girl anxiously took the boy to see her parents, but no matter what they said, her parents disagreed. The girl knelt in front of her parents and said, "I will only marry him in this life." With her parents' unforgiveness, the girl and the boy left. She knew her parents would understand her. From then on, they worked harder. The boy worked overtime until late every day and often went on business trips. But no matter how hard it was, he was happy because no matter when he came home, there was a girl waiting for him. Although their life is not very rich, it is very fulfilling. As time goes by, boys rarely accompany girls, girls will have a bad temper, and boys won't say anything at first. But then the two people quarreled more and more. The girl's parents forgave the girl, but they asked them to get married. The boy was really anxious. He told the girl that his parents didn't have time and he didn't want to get married yet. The girl was really angry. She broke up with the boy, but the boy didn't keep him. The girl is wondering if she is really wrong and wondering how they got to this point. The New Year passed quickly. The boy left their warm and happy little home without saying anything, leaving the girl alone. But the girl returned to her parents. Her kindness hurt, she didn't believe that the boy really didn't love him anymore, and she didn't want to give up. The New Year's bell rang and the boy returned to their small home, but the girl was nowhere to be found. After that, I continued to work and go on business trips, but when I came back, the room was quiet and cold. There was no longer anyone waiting for him to get off work, or someone to pack him things for the business trip. He felt so lonely. He was wondering if he was really wrong. He couldn't sleep every long night, thinking about the girl. After the New Year, the girl did not find a job and became very haggard. She often felt stomachache. She missed the boy so much. She wanted the boy to come back and look for him. She never changed her phone number for fear that the boy would not be able to find him. She waited. The sun was still rising in the east and setting in the west. The boy realized that the girl was really important to him. He picked up the phone several times but put it down. He was afraid that the girl would not forgive him. He heard that the girl was a lot haggard, and his heart ached. He mustered up the courage to send the girl his first text message after the breakup: The boy said "7458309" (actually I don't want you to leave). The girl replied, "Then you come and pick me up." The boy said, "Then I'll finish my busy work." The girl said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." The girl was bored at home, counting the days and looking at the door many times every day. She really hoped that she could see the boy as soon as she raised her head. The girl's stomach pain became more and more frequent, until one day she fainted from the pain and was admitted to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with late-stage gastric cancer.The girl's mother fainted from crying several times, but the girl did not cry. She just wanted to see the boy again and tell him that she loved him. The boy's work is no longer so busy. He really wants to take the girl back to him, but he is afraid of facing the girl and the girl's parents. Every day can only be spent in missing you. The girl is seriously ill. Late at night, the girl looked at the empty ward, lying on the cold bed, and wrote the words "Husband, I want to go home" on her phone again and again. Each time, they were still saved in the outbox. Her hair was soaked with tears, and she cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she felt that her love was so pale and weak, just like his fragile body day by day, and his face without a trace of blood. She was so scared and wanted the boy to be with her. The boy would also send text messages to the girl, telling the girl to pick her up soon, but every time there was a silent reply. In addition to conflicts, the boy was more worried. Every time, he always sat on the bedside and smoked cigarettes one after another, numbing himself in the smoke. The girl once told the boy that she liked sunny mornings, so she really left the world, her parents, and her favorite boy on a sunny morning. There was only a mobile phone and a letter left for the boy in the deserted ward. After the boy sent countless text messages but still received no response, he called the girl's cell phone, but it was the girl's mother who answered the call. She only told him that the girl had traveled far away. The boy regretted it and thought that he should not be so cowardly. I also started traveling all the time at work. A few days later, the boy received a package mailed from the girl's hometown. The boy opened the package, and inside lay the mobile phone he gave to the girl, and a piece of paper that was wet with water or something. He slowly opened the paper, and it read vaguely: Husband, I am fine in heaven, don't be sad, be happy! The phone screen showed that the outbox was full. Out of curiosity, he opened it and saw the text messages that were sent to him: Husband, I want to go home; Husband, let's not quarrel, okay; Husband, let's make up; Husband, when will you take me home; Husband, don't make me wait for a long time; Husband, I really want to see you again... Looking at those words, the boy's heart seemed to be bleeding, and the tears could no longer be suppressed. Many years have passed, and the boy has not found a girlfriend. There is always a girl called his husband in his heart. He always takes the girl's diary, and once accidentally found this sentence in an article: In your life, there will be at least one time that you forget, youself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no owner, nor love. Justaskformeetingyouinmymostbeatifulyears. (At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for what you have had, not even asking you to love me, just asking for meeting you in my most beautiful years.)