I am a 68 year old woman. My partner has been dead for 5 years and I have been living alone during this time. The first two years were the most painful, and the death of my partner brought me great sadness and made me feel that my life had changed drastically.
My friends advised me to be positive and optimistic, saying that remarriage was a normal choice. I didn't object to it myself, I just felt that I had never met the right person. Until recently, my daughter met an uncle Wang from Shandong at a blind date.
He is 56 years old, a retired teacher, and his wife has been dead for many years. My daughter thought he was a nice guy and asked me if we could meet him.
I didn't have any hope, but considering my daughter's feelings, I decided to meet her, hoping to fulfill my responsibilities as a mother.
When we first met, Uncle Wang was wearing a neat shirt and trousers, with gray hair but good spirits. He smiled cutely and had a gentle and polite attitude: "I have admired Aunt Li's name for a long time, please take care of me when we meet for the first time." ”
I also responded politely: "*Mr. Wang is polite. You may be seated, please be seated. We sat down in the teahouse and chatted slowly. He is very talkative, talking about his teaching experience and interesting facts about his students;He also asked about my situation and said that he should care more about accompanying the elderly who live alone like this.
I listened very helpfully, and gradually opened up to talk to him about his wife, feeling that the years are not forgiving, and he expressed his empathy. After eating, he offered to make an appointment to take a walk and chat the day after tomorrow.
I gladly accepted: "Then I'll see you at the gate of the park the day after tomorrow." When we parted, he waved goodbye to me warmly, and a long-lost warmth rose in my heart. Walking side by side with him along the path, the sun shines through the leaves of the trees, and the flowers and plants on both sides are red and green, and the scenery is pleasant.
We greeted each other in three or two sentences, taking into account the pace of each other, chatting about common things without being fast or slow, which is quite a bit of the charm of an old husband and wife.
Uncle Jianghu is a straightforward person, he is never pretentious, and his words and deeds are consistent. I read in his eyes his sincerity and truthfulness. We talked about each other's past, and he had two daughters, the eldest daughter was a teacher in Shanghai and the younger daughter was a university student in Beijing.
He built a small building in his hometown, and in addition to listening to the radio and talking about his heart, he also helped take care of the children in the village. I felt very comfortable listening to him, and I knew that he was also very satisfied.
It's just that one person is too lonely. He stopped, looked at me and said seriously, "Can I come and see you often?"I was taken aback by his sudden confession and quickly changed the subject: "The weather is so nice and sunny today. He insisted, "You haven't answered me yet!"”
Since that day, Uncle Jianghu has been visiting my house at least three times a week. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable, but gradually I got Xi used to it. He's a nice guy, he cooks, he makes me happy.
I have lived alone for too long, my heart is empty, and now with his company, I feel that life is full of color and is no longer so lonely. On this day, Uncle Jianghu brought me my favorite glutinous rice balls and sugar water early.
I laughed at him as if he was pleasing a little girl, and he replied that I was his little princess. We joked with each other, and the atmosphere was warm and sweet.
At night, Uncle Jianghu and I took a leisurely walk in the park. Suddenly, he held my hand tightly, and his eyes flashed with sincerity: "I sincerely want to spend the rest of my life with you and be your partner, is that okay?"”
My cheeks instantly flushed, and my palms were oozing with sweat. Although I never thought deeply about the topic of marriage, I was moved by his affectionate confession. However, just as I was basking in the joy, there was a commotion in the park.
It turned out that several thugs had stopped a lady and tried to rob her of her belongings. The lady called for help in a panic, which made Uncle Jianghu's brows tighten. He immediately strode forward, trying to dissuade them.
However, those gangsters not only did not listen to the dissuasion, but instead pushed Uncle Jianghu. I nervously rushed forward to stop it, but one of the thugs grabbed my wrist.
When Uncle Jianghu saw that I was being bullied, he immediately became angry, and threw the little gangster on all fours with an over-the-shoulder throw. When the other thugs saw this, they were so frightened that they ran away. Uncle Jianghu stepped forward to check my injury, and when he saw that it was only slightly red and swollen, he was relieved.
I was impressed. When I returned home and was excited, I blushed and said to Uncle Jianghu, "Are you willing to marry me?"I want to be a partner with you too. After hearing this, Uncle Jianghu was ecstatic and excitedly wanted to get engaged to me.
That night, we talked all night and talked to each other, like a couple in love. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with him, forever.
Uncle Jianghu came to my house three days later with a full range of gifts, and I was very moved. I gathered a few of my closest friends, discussed it, and decided to choose an auspicious day for the zodiac next month to set the wedding.
As the wedding date approached, I was nervous because it was a new experience for me. But Uncle Jianghu seemed very calm, caring about me every day, telling me not to be too nervous.
Finally, on the night of the happy season, I waited for the arrival of Uncle Jianghu with trepidation. He arrived an hour early, with a big smile on his face. I told my friends to go back to rest first, leaving us both sitting facing each other, each with red faces.
I cautiously said to Uncle Jianghu, "I want to go take a bath." Understanding, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, spread my red hijab on the bed, lit a candle, put on my newly bought pajamas, and blushed on my face.
Soon, Uncle Jianghu came out of the shower and changed into a yukata. He walked over and gently pulled me to my feet, and our eyes met, and we both trembled with excitement.
Let's take our time and don't be nervous. Uncle Jianghu saw that I was nervous and comforted me softly.
From that moment on, our lives officially entered the stage of marriage and began to get along as husband and wife. Waking up every morning and looking at the gentle sleeping face of the person next to the pillow, this sense of happiness is indescribable.
I often take the initiative to joke with Uncle Jianghu, and we also tease each other freely. His stupid look always makes me happy. During the day, I was in charge of cooking, and he was by my side to help with water, tea, and food.
We chatted while eating, and sighed that this year's spinach is growing so well, and whether the old wall at home needs to be repaired. This daily warmth and sweetness made me sigh, it turns out that life after marriage is so intimate and beautiful.
Every night before going to sleep, Uncle Jianghu would tell me interesting stories about his childhood and make me laugh. I will also discuss with him whether to visit the Great Wall next year or go south to Guilin.
We hugged each other, planned the future, and then fell asleep together. One morning, when I was making breakfast, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower back, and Uncle Jianghu immediately helped me to the hospital for examination.
It turned out to be a herniated lumbar disc and required hospitalization for observation. Uncle Jianghu took care of me meticulously, and his brows were almost furrowed. I shook his hand and comforted him that we would be able to get through this.
After I was discharged from the hospital, Uncle Jianghu doted on me even more, for fear that I would be wronged again. I also felt this deep affection, and our relationship was deeper than before, like the hardest rock.
Although my married life with Uncle Jianghu is full of running-in, it is becoming more and more satisfying. However, just half a year after we got married, I received a **, which was Uncle Jianghu's eldest daughter Xiaowei.
She choked up and told me that her dad had terminal lung cancer, which was ineffective and time was running out. When I heard the news, I instantly felt my mind go blank, and my phone fell to the ground with a "click".
When he arrived at the hospital, Uncle Jianghu was already delirious. The doctor said that the condition was critical and that he could leave at any time. I held Uncle Jianghu's hand tightly and wept bitterly, blaming myself for not being able to find out about his illness earlier.
The thought of losing him pains me. Uncle Jianghu eventually passed away. I left his ashes at home forever, and his favorite teacups and dolls were placed on either side of the urn, always by his side.
I lost the most important half of my life, and my heart was like a knife. This year I had a very unquiet life, and I burst into tears all day.
In my most difficult times, Uncle Jianghu's daughters always reached out and tried their best to comfort me. I gradually understood that Uncle Jianghu wanted me to live strong and cherish every moment of the present.
For his sake, I must continue to live happily, and this is my duty to his wife. Although I may meet someone I can rely on in the future, Uncle Jianghu will always be the most important person in my heart.
More than a year after he left, I had a very difficult time. I miss him every day, I lose my appetite and lose a lot of weight. Fortunately, his daughter often visited me and recommended that I join a support group for the bereaved.
There, I met many people who had the same painful experience as me, and received a lot of support and encouragement. I gradually came out of the shadow of sadness and began to face life again.
That's when a man named Xiaopeng in the support group started courting me. He is almost 10 years younger than me and is a kind middle school teacher. He patiently chatted with me, listened to me talk about the past, and often gave me my favorite snacks and flowers.
At first, I was a little hesitant, but in the end I was impressed by his sincerity and steadyness.
I started accepting Xiaopeng's invitations to go for a walk or watch a movie with him. His concern slowly seeped into my increasingly peaceful life, and I began to secretly imagine sharing joy holding hands with him.
Although the days with Xiaopeng are dull, they are full of sweetness. We would go to the market together to buy groceries and then happily go home with big bags and small bags. I can wash the vegetables, he will help on the side, I will stir-fry, he will watch patiently, and he will be coquettish with me.
We talked and laughed while eating, and it felt like the whole world was brightening.
We'll go fishing by the lake and meet a lively kitten happily chasing butterflies. We'll relax in the shade of the trees and let time slip by at our fingertips. We would walk side by side, chatting about our favorite songs or books, the sun was warm, and I was between his eyebrows.
Life has become simple and happy because of you, which is the truest portrayal between me and Xiaopeng. Even though the years are merciless, our hair has gradually turned gray and our faces are full of wrinkles, but our hearts are still as youthful and bright as a teenager and a girl.
I'll gently pat him on the back and let him rest on my knee. At dusk, we gently sway on the swings and look at the endless fields and sky.
We will smile peacefully, because we will still be with you for the rest of our lives, and the journey will no longer be lonely.
Xiaopeng is the warmest harbor in my life, carrying all my joys, sorrows and sorrows. We have been together for 8 years, spending our leisure time together after retirement, buying a small country yard and enjoying the comfort of rural life.
Xiaopeng will take off his suit, change into relaxed loungewear, and hum a little song to water the flowers and plants in the yard. I would cook his favorite hometown dishes for him in the kitchen and sing along softly to his singing.
Then we would sit down face to face, and he would laugh and praise me for improving my cooking, and I would playfully take a chopstick and carrot to his mouth. Our lives are uneventful, but they are full of love and happiness.
I am convinced that this is the best portrayal of my life.
After lunch, we would sit in the rocking chair and take a nap, or I would accompany Xiaopeng to play chess and talk in the yard. Sometimes, our granddaughter would come to play with us, and Xiaopeng would make her happy, throw her high and hug her gently.
Seeing them laughing, I can only be grateful for what God has given me. In the evenings, we listen to oldies on the radio and reminisce about the past. Xiaopeng would take me in his arms and whisper to me about our love past and the bits and pieces of marriage.
I would also shyly spank him and then lean my head on his shoulder and listen to him tell our story. The moon is high and the stars are dotted, and we feel the rhythm of life in this quiet time.
This is the ideal retirement life for me and Xpeng. Perhaps the world is impermanent, and either of us may leave this red dust first, but we will be with us until the last moment.
Because of God's providence, let us meet each other in the second half of this life and cherish the hard-won happiness in this life.