The best fate in the world is to have a companion with whom you can talk. You will never tire of talking too much, and you will never tire of being with me for a long time. I will always be by my side, missing you and understanding your joys and sorrows. Why not read some heart-warming stories that are more literary and artistic before going to bed. Below is a heart-warming literary and artistic bedtime story I prepared for you. I hope you like it!
Part 1 of a literary and artistic heart-warming bedtime story
Zhuo Ya is a romantic girl. I have been immersed in those fairy tale love stories since I was a girl. She met Lan Cheng by chance when she was in college. Zhuo Ya felt that he had an innate coolness. She was attracted by his unique temperament, and she took the initiative to walk into Lan Cheng's heart, leaving aside many suitors. After they fell in love, Zhuo Ya discovered that Lan Cheng actually had a warm and romantic heart under his seemingly cold appearance.
After graduating from university, Zhuo Ya became an enviable white-collar worker, while Lan Cheng, who studied biology, returned to his hometown in the west and worked in a nature reserve. Although the two still keep in touch, reality and pressure from their parents make Zhuo Ya feel that her relationship with Lan Cheng seems to be "impossible". Zhuo Ya was unwilling to let this love end. After working for two years, she planned to go to Lan Cheng in person and mobilize him to come to her city. As long as the two of them are together, she is not afraid of anything.
In order to surprise Lan Cheng, Zhuo Ya didn't call him in advance. She got off the train and took a long-distance bus over the mountains for several hours before finally arriving at Lan Cheng's unit. After asking, Lan Cheng went up the mountain. One of Lan Cheng's colleagues heard that she was Lan Cheng's girlfriend and enthusiastically took her up the mountain to find Lan Cheng.
"You came just in time, your Lan Cheng is attracting bees and butterflies." Lan Cheng's colleague said with a smile. "What do you mean? There is a girl chasing him here?" Zhuo Ya asked in surprise.
Lan Cheng's colleague smiled but did not answer, and Zhuo Ya couldn't help but beat her heart.
After walking on the mountain road for nearly an hour, Lan Cheng's colleague suddenly pointed to a ravine and said, "Look, Lan Cheng is there." Zhuo Ya looked in the direction he pointed, only to see I saw a waterfall there like a white silver chain hanging in the green forest, with splashing water droplets jumping like pearls in the sunlight. Lan Cheng was fiddling with some instrument by the water, surrounded by thousands of butterflies flying. Lan Cheng's colleague said: "You see, this is what I said about Lan Cheng attracting bees and butterflies. He is studying butterflies."
Zhuo Ya was stunned by the fairy tale-like scenery in front of her. , she took out her mobile phone, played the song "Two Butterflies" and walked towards Lan Cheng.
When Lan Cheng heard the singing and turned around, he was stunned for a moment. Looking at Zhuo Ya who smiled affectionately at him, tears filled his eyes. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged Zhuo Ya in his arms.
"You and I are entangled and flying together, flying together in this world of mortals forever. When the autumn wind blows and the autumn leaves fall into piles, I will have no regrets if I can wither with you." In the kiss of the two, Songs and butterflies swirled in the air together...
Three days later, Zhuo Ya tried her best, but still failed to persuade Lan Cheng to return to the city with her. Lan Cheng said: "The city is suitable for you, but it may not be suitable for me. Are there green mountains and green waters? Are there butterflies flying?" Zhuo Ya said angrily: "Can you wear your green mountains? Can your butterflies be eaten? You Let's be realistic, this reserve doesn't lack you, but I lack you. I love you, and I need you to be by my side, do you understand?"
The two of them did not talk to each other. , started a quarrel. Finally, Zoya left in tears. When parting, Lan Cheng silently gave her a cardboard box of butterflies. On the winding mountain road, Zhuo Ya opened the carton and stretched out the car window to release the butterflies. "Go back, go back to your mountains!" She watched the butterflies fly away with tears in her eyes.
Zoya returned to the city as if she was seriously ill. She took two days off and locked herself in the room. She was unwilling but had to face the reality. She knew that her fate with Lan Cheng was over. She and Lan Cheng were just two butterflies who met by chance in a garden. Their relationship was short-lived, and breaking up was the end.
Two days later, Zhuo Ya sent Lan Cheng a text message: "Let's break up. I wish you happiness!" A day later, Lan Cheng replied: "I respect you and wish you happiness!"
With tears in her eyes, Zhuo Ya took off the phone card and smashed it with a hammer. She felt that it was her heart that was broken. At night, she dreamed that her mobile phone card turned into a butterfly, flying helplessly in the endless wilderness...
Zhuo Ya was heartbroken and turned away the hordes of suitors. Although her parents called her all day long and tried to persuade her, she still clung to an inexplicable persistence in her heart. She didn't know what she was waiting for.
As spring passed and autumn came, she was almost twenty-eight years old. Watching her colleagues and friends put on wedding dresses one by one, Zhuo Ya just watched with cold eyes. She even refused to attend other people's weddings.
On this day, her friend Li Yuan got married and invited Zhuo Ya to attend her wedding. Zhuo Ya politely declined as usual. Li Yuan pestered her for a long time and said that she must let her go. Li Yuan also said that her wedding was definitely different, a unique wedding, and Zhuo Ya had to go. Zhuo Ya couldn't stand her insistence, so she had to agree.
In the afternoon, Zhuo Ya attended Li Yuan’s wedding. After watching it for a long time, the wedding was just like those tacky procedures, which made Zhuo Ya regret coming to attend. She was about to leave with an excuse when she suddenly saw the host on the stage holding a big heart-shaped box and saying: "Dear guests, in addition to you, we have also invited some special elves to witness the true love of the couple. Now let the couple open it. "Box."
Li Yuan and the groom both opened the box. Suddenly, hundreds of butterflies flew out of the box. These butterflies came in all colors. The butterflies flew all over the hall. Dancing to the song "Two Butterflies".
Then, Zhuo Ya saw an even more surprising scene. A graceful young woman came on stage and danced. She danced with strange movements with her hands, and the flying stars in the hall were all dancing. The butterflies gathered towards her, and finally gathered into a pile. Under her command, the butterflies obediently got into the big heart-shaped box again. Everyone was stunned, and then burst into warm applause.
When the newlyweds sat down to toast, Li Yuan whispered to Zhuo Ya: "The person who danced the butterfly just now is waiting for you at the door." Zhuo Ya said inexplicably: "But I don't know her." The voice As soon as she got down, she saw the young woman waving to her at the door. Zhuoya walked over doubtfully and took a closer look. She really didn't recognize her. "Who are you? Why are you looking for me?" she asked.
The young woman said: "You don't know me, but I know you, Sister Zhuo Ya. Did you see the scene of releasing and closing the butterflies just now? What do you think?"
Zhuo Ya said sincerely: "This is a very great idea. It brings the wedding to a climax. It is lively and meaningful, which is very good. But this is what you came to me to ask? Who are you?" Speaking of butterflies, Zhuo Ya suddenly felt her heart tremble, and a long-lost feeling rushed into her heart. She felt that this young woman had come here strangely.
The young woman said: "This is the idea of ??our boss. He specially breeds those butterflies. He has opened a company. He used these colorful butterflies to knock on the door of the wedding market. Do you know this person? , let’s go, I’ll take you to see him.” When the young woman said this, Zhuo Ya suddenly realized who the boss she was talking about was.
Zhuo Ya was silent for a while, then half pushed and half walked away with the young woman. She really wanted to see what Lan Cheng looked like now. Only then did she realize that it was Lan Cheng who she had been waiting for all these years, but this young woman, Zhuo Ya, had an indescribable feeling in her heart.
A few minutes later, Zhuo Ya met Lan Cheng in a small street garden. He was holding a little girl of two or three years old. She looked a little older than before, but she was dressed successfully. Boss style. He saw her coming and smiled awkwardly.
Suddenly, the young woman jumped over, took Lan Cheng's arm and said, "Sister Zhuo Ya, he is our boss and my husband, and this is our daughter. My husband said better I haven’t seen you in years, and I want to see you, so I’ll invite you here.”
“You, you guys...” Although she was mentally prepared, Zhuo Ya was obviously caught off guard.
She turned pale with anger and said angrily: "Congratulations, Boss Lan, you have finally become a successful person. I wish you happiness."
Zhuo Ya turned around and ran away like crazy. .
Back in the dormitory, Zhuo Ya threw herself on the bed and cried bitterly. She hated herself for not being able to forget Lan Cheng after so many years. She hated herself for being blind and failing to see clearly Lan Cheng's narrow-mindedness. He actually used such a villainous way to avenge her original breakup. She hated Li Yuan, a witch and Li Yuan. They collude to make themselves angry.
Zhuo Ya cried until midnight. She decided to leave this sad city and return to the city where her parents lived. After making her decision, she sent a resignation email to the HR manager and wrote a handwritten letter of authorization to the landlord, asking the landlord to help deal with the things in the house.
Early the next morning, Zhuo Ya rushed to the train station on the outskirts of the city with her suitcase. She wished she could jump out of the city in one step. But when she arrived at the station, she only bought an afternoon ticket, so she had to find a nearby cafe to wait.
As soon as Zhuo Ya picked up the coffee, she saw a courier company staff walking straight towards her holding a bouquet of flowers and a carton. "Are you Zhuo Ya?" the staff asked. "Yes, I am Zoya," she said. The staff first handed her the flowers and carton, and then gave her a note. Zhuo Ya looked at it and saw that it was written by Lan Cheng: "Zhuo Ya, the woman yesterday is not my wife, and I am not married. Please open it. Take this cardboard box, then get on the courier's motorcycle and follow the butterflies flying out of it, you will get a unique surprise in the world."
Zhuo Ya was stunned by this sudden change. , but a strong impulse still prompted her to do it. She opened the carton, and two huge colorful butterflies flew out of it. The butterflies circled in the air for a few times and then flew away along a street, followed by the motorcycle.
Soon, the two colorful butterflies arrived at the outskirts not far away, and then flew straight south, as if someone was calling them. More than ten minutes later, the two butterflies brought them to a warehouse-like house, and the two butterflies flew directly into the warehouse door. Zhuo Ya got out of the car and walked into the door.
Suddenly, a large group of colorful butterflies appeared in front of our eyes, and then the song "Two Butterflies" sounded. Before Zhuo Ya came back to her senses, an even more surprising scene happened. All the colorful butterflies were concentrated on a white cloth in front that was bigger than the wide screen where the movie was shown. Gradually, these colorful butterflies were arranged on it. It became two lines of colorful words. The upper line was "I love you" in English, and the lower line was in Chinese "Zhuo Ya, marry Lan Cheng!"
Zhuo Ya was stunned and Lan Cheng didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he was holding a sparkling diamond ring and kneeling on one knee in front of Zoya. Next to him stood the young woman and the little girl from yesterday, who were looking at her and smiling.
Lan Cheng said: "This is my cousin and her daughter. Yesterday she tested you in that way without my consent. I wanted to explain to you but you ran away like a gust of wind. I struggled It took the boss's efforts to find you at the train station and invite you back in this way. Zhuo Ya, I love you, marry me."
Zhuo Ya nodded with tears in her eyes, and she stretched out her hand. Lan Cheng put on a diamond ring. "Have you become the butterfly god in these years? How come these butterflies are so at your mercy?" she asked.
Lan Cheng said: "This is not mysterious. Yesterday my cousin collected butterflies at the wedding. Today the two butterflies flew back and these colorful butterflies formed characters on the cloth. It was all because I used The stamens that butterflies like have been developed into a medicine. With this medicine, they will listen to my instructions. In order to increase funds, our reserve arranged for me to use my research results to establish a company. This is where our company has just been established. "Butterfly breeding base."
"You and I will fly together forever, flying through this mortal world..." During the song, Zhuo Ya and Lan Cheng hugged each other tightly. Part 2 of heart-warming literary and artistic bedtime stories
In October 1968, Wen Lei followed the trend and went to the mountains and countryside with the educated youth from big cities. He was assigned to a production team of a certain brigade in the deep mountains and old forests of this county. A Shanghai girl named Cui Ping was assigned to a production team next door.
Wen Lei was sent to a rural area where he had great potential.
There are three steps in daily life: earning work points, chopping firewood for cooking, and going to the river to wash clothes. Cui Ping traveled from Shanghai to the mountainous area of ??southern Anhui. The green mountains and green bamboos are novel and fresh, especially the small streams with crystal clear water. While doing laundry by the river in the evening, Cui Ping sang softly while looking at the beautiful reflection on the water: "In that far away place, there is a good girl. When people walk past her tent, they always look back with nostalgia..."
One day, Cui Ping was washing clothes. The washbasin beside her was washed into the river. Cui Ping chased her barefoot. When she was about to catch up with the washbasin, her foot slipped and she fell. Entering the river, "Help!" The moment she fell, Cui Ping saw a person on the wooden bridge not far away throwing down a load of firewood and running towards her...
When she woke up, Cui Ping was already asleep. On the bed. The landlady brought her a bowl of steaming noodles. The landlady told her that the person who rescued her was Wen Lei, an educated youth from the county who was sent down with her from the neighboring team.
A week later, Wen Lei came to see her and brought 6 eggs, his face full of honesty and simplicity. From then on, the two young people got closer and closer. The setting sun reflected the red mountains. The autumn air was crisp and the chrysanthemums were fragrant. They followed each other beside the small bridge and river. Two years later, good news fell from the sky, and both of them were recruited to work in state-owned enterprises directly under the county government. Acquaintance, getting to know each other, falling in love, and holding a wedding have come naturally.
Thinking of getting the certificate tomorrow and becoming his bride, Cui Ping felt extremely happy, and an inexplicable heat wave evaporated from her heart one after another. Unfortunately, before the sun rose, Cui Ping's girlfriend, who lived in the same dormitory, ran to Wen Lei's residence, sweating profusely, to tell him that Cui Ping had a high fever that didn't go away at night and had been sent to the county hospital for treatment. Wen Lei rushed to the hospital. Cui Ping woke up and grabbed Wen Lei's hand, with tears of guilt flowing from her eyes. "Everything will be fine." Wen Lei's comfort was sincere and helpless. The doctor recommended immediate transfer to the hospital.
After half a month of treatment in the hospital, the chief doctor told Wen Lei: "Your girlfriend is suffering from rheumatic syndrome, and her hands and feet will gradually atrophy. This disease is difficult to cure. You have to think long-term." Get ready." "Ah?!" Wen Lei, who was full of hope, was at a loss for a moment.
After returning to the county town, Cui Ping was given a small single room by her work unit. Cui Ping's parents entrusted their daughter to Wen Lei and returned to Shanghai feeling tired, haggard and anxious. Every morning, Wen Lei would come to Cui Ping's residence, start the coal stove, boil water, make breakfast, and fry Chinese medicine. After everything was in order, he would go to work on time. After get off work at noon and afternoon, Wen Lei would come to Cui Ping's residence as soon as possible, do everything he should do, and then drag heavy steps back to his dormitory.
On holidays when the weather is sunny, Wen Lei will push Cui Ping to the outskirts of the county on a bicycle to see the red leaves on the west side of the water and the butterflies flying by the Prince's Spring; on weekends, it will be rainy, and it is a world of two people indoors. Wen Lei talks about daily life What I saw and heard made me recall the bitter and joyful years of devolution to the mountainous areas.
Six years passed quietly in the blink of an eye, and the good news of the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1977 spread to every corner of the county. Cui Ping's hands and feet have partially atrophied, and she couldn't sleep on the eve of the college entrance examination. Wen Lei was 30 years old and could no longer hold him back. Cui Ping finally made the most painful choice in her life. The next morning, Cui Ping put a letter mailed to her parents into the mailbox with tears in her eyes.
After three days of college entrance examination, Wen Lei came to Cui Ping's residence excitedly. The room was empty, and there was a letter left on the table: "Wen Lei, I have been taken back to Shanghai by my mother. Thank you for your kindness. Years of taking care of me and my physical condition prevent us from being together forever. Forget me, Cui Ping."
Wen Lei burst into tears, and later, a wolf-like howl came from the room. Call.
At Cui Ping’s parents’ house in Shanghai, Wen Lei saw a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face. Cui Ping's parents told him that this was Cui Ping's fiancé. The pockmarked middle-aged man was very polite, holding his hand with a pair of locksmith-like hands, and deeply thanked this country friend for taking care of his fiancée for many years. Wen Lei racked his brains and tried his best but could not see Cui Ping's face. Ten days later, he took a truck from the county local product company back to the county seat.
Wen Lei was admitted to the accounting department of a university in Nanjing. When he came back during the summer vacation, his sister introduced him to a rural girl named Chunlan. Facing the hunchbacked eldest sister, he could not refuse. As a boy, Wen Lei was a single son of the third generation, and it was his sister who raised him.
He felt that his sister had bent him into a bridge, allowing him to reach the other side of success. If his mother were alive, she would definitely be like her eldest sister.
A marriage without love is useless. After graduating from college, Wen Lei went to the south with Cui Ping in his heart. Wen Lei worked mechanically in an accounting firm. After the gold rush failed, Wen Lei soon returned to the county town and worked as an accounting supervisor in a commercial company.
One night a few years later, Chunlan broke up with her husband, who had been unhappy all day long. Wen Lei said: "I know I'm sorry for you, but I really can't change my original intention. Thank you for understanding me." Marriage is a way of life, but when this way is not suitable, breaking up is the wisest choice. Wen Lei took away a photo under the glass plate and left the rest with Chunlan.
As winter came and summer passed, year after year, Wen Lei lived his own life in his memories. Spring was warm and flowers were blooming. He got up in the middle of the night, sat down against the window, and saw the gradually fading dark clouds and flowers. The moon appears again. The moon is round and the water is gurgling. Cui Ping by the stream is so beautiful. Her eyes are like emerald blue spring water, full of calmness and rippling clarity. The sky is unfair, where is the beauty now?
Finally one day, God was merciful, and Wen Lei learned from a close friend of Cui Ping that the pockmarked middle-aged man he met in Shanghai was not Cui Ping at all. Her fiancé is Cui Ping’s cousin. Cui Ping's parents have passed away successively, and she now lives with her sister in Shanghai.
At Cui Ping's sister's house, Wen Lei saw Cui Ping lying on the bed. After forty years, Cui Ping's hair was covered with silver threads, and her delicate body was so weak from the disease. The misty eyes were as helpless as a baby's, accumulating a deep sorrow for the painful choice made by the disease.
"You're here!" Wen Lei suddenly appeared, and Cui Ping's eyes lit up. It was clearly a desire for life, a last begging for the destination of her first love in girlhood.
"Follow me home!" He gently held her in his arms. The deep and soft voice, the most familiar body, and the once strong and strong arms all made her have mixed feelings.
Both parties have acquiesced in the pure land deep in their hearts, and "love!" has the support of the last fallen leaf.
In the county town, they held a wedding. Cui Ping was wearing a white wedding dress in a wheelchair, and Wen Lei was wearing a brand-new dress. With the blessings of relatives and friends, he slowly pushed her into the wedding banquet hall. . Chunlan and his wife are busy in front of each other; sister and brother-in-law are in a state of joy and sorrow. For the wedding that was forty years late, people lamented that the love in that era was as pure as the clear and unpolluted sky at that time, and all those who attended the wedding shed tears of emotion.
Illness cannot prevent the flowers of love from blooming beautifully, and time cannot destroy the true love hidden in the heart. Time grows old, but love will always be young. True love is eternal and the sky is filled with colorful clouds.