Happiness on the 18th step

Author: Lou Yuqing
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Publish Date: 2005-04-01
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A heartwarming story worth looking forward to! Childhood sweethearts, with no reservations for each other, love bridged the distance between us, yet also left us speechless when we hurt each other. Why do we only realize the sweetness of what we have after losing it? The original happiness and joy were replaced by endless arguments and tears. We are like two hedgehogs yearning to snuggle together, mutually obsessed yet mutually harming. If we choose to let go, can we protect our beloved? I want to admit that I still love you in my heart, but your determination leaves me powerless. Wei Huai'en, she was the name he would call for his whole life, the object of her endless coquetry. He was handsome and elegant, with a gentle scholarly aura. His gaze at her was always like warm, mellow wine, intoxicating and enchanting. She grew up relying on him, accustomed to having him around to take care of her. When she cried, someone would patiently comfort her, cherishing her, making her lose herself in happiness. They were inseparable, gradually forgetting that she also needed her own world.
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At first, Dad told stories like this. "Later, the handsome prince rode a white horse, carrying Cinderella's lost glass slipper, found Cinderella, and then they lived happily ever after." The drowsy little girl rubbed her eyes and asked in a childish voice, "Do we have to ride a white horse?" "Yes, so Xuanxuan shouldn't go with anyone casually. You have to wait for the prince to come and pick you up on a white horse to be happy." The man closed the fairy tale book and patted the little girl's head, smiling. "Then why do we have to ride a white horse? Can't we ride an iron horse and carry candy sticks?" The girl was confused. She liked candy sticks more, and she already had plenty of shoes. "Hmm, Dad doesn't know either. This is 'the rules of the meeting.'" The man was stumped, looking both (troubled) and apologetic at his daughter. "It's so boring! Such unreasonable rules. Why should I follow them? Ah, I'm being rejected!" "Xuanxuan doesn't like this story. Dad, can you change it?" He quickly tried to win back his daughter's affection. "No, Enen is coming tomorrow. I want to sleep. Don't bother me." Him, bothering her? The daughter who always loved to pout and listen to bedtime stories was actually complaining that he was too noisy! Even after being kicked out of the room, the young father couldn't accept the fact that he had lost her favor. Waaaah! My daughter has turned against me! She no longer loves me!
Some say daughters are the lovers of their fathers from a past life. If this theory is true, "Wife, I'm heartbroken." He broke down in tears and confided in his wife upon returning to the room. People used to say, "Dad is so good, I'll marry him when I grow up." Now, he said, "Enen is coming tomorrow. Don't bother me." Waaaah, daughters are the most ungrateful creatures in the world! "Dear, poor husband." One could imagine his feelings, patting his head in comfort. "She complains that the stories I tell are terrible!" He continued to complain. "They're not creative to begin with!" Let's see, "The prince and princess lived happily ever after." Who hasn't heard that as a child? Kids today are harder to fool. He argued, "The prince rode a white horse, arrived with gentlemanly grace, took the princess's hand, gazed deeply into her eyes, with a rainbow in the background and petals floating—what's not good about it?" It's so beautiful and romantic! "She wants an iron horse and candy sticks, not a glass slipper or a white horse!" "You should be grateful your daughter is so practical. Otherwise, she'll never marry." Who still comes to ask for her hand in marriage on a white horse these days? Stop laughing! He sighed in frustration, "My daughter didn't inherit anything from me." He even wrote countless love stories full of passion and sorrow, yet his daughter's romantic cells were so few that he was in tears. "That's because candy sticks are more practical than glass slippers, and the iron horse prince already has one." The couple exchanged glances, thinking of the same thing—understanding how to cherish happiness around them instead of chasing unreachable dreams. Their daughter was so smart!
At first, at first, the boy rode an iron horse. "Ah, no!" The mischievous little girl had recently fallen in love with the sound of paper tearing. The little boy, who had just started kindergarten, was frantically saving his workbook, while she laughed heartily. "Don't cry, big brother will carry you."
The second time she had chickenpox, the fever made her face red and tearful. The little boy, full of sympathy, hugged her, and then he caught it too. He passed it to Xiao Yu, who was also in kindergarten, and Xiao Yu passed it to Apple. Fellow sufferers across the world, their pimples connected to the ends of the earth.
"Good girl, eat your food to grow tall." The happy little girl kicked her legs and blew bubbles to welcome him, while the feeding little boy was at his wit's end. More food fell on the ground than was eaten. "Ah, that's dirty, I can't eat it. Here, give you this." He stopped the teething little girl from putting building blocks in her mouth and generously shared a milk candy with her. Sentence after sentence, sweet and innocent care spanned years, until that gentle whisper carved itself into her heart—"Xuanxuan!"
Awakening from sleep, she couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream. "Xuanxuan!" The familiar voice calling her from the dream returned to her ears. This time, she knew it was real. Boom! The sound of an unknown object hitting the floor-to-ceiling window. She got up, put on her shoes, opened the glass door, picked up the packet of honey plums on the balcony, and peered outside. The little boy from the dream had grown into a clear and outstanding young man, continuing to guard her in reality.
"Wah, there's a ghost!" The boy downstairs shouted. "Mid-Autumn Festival isn't here yet. Why are you scaring people early?" His messy hair was terrifying. "Shut your mouth, Wei Huai'en." They knew each other so well that he wasn't even a little guilty about scaring her with his messy appearance. The boy's eyes were gentle and smiling. "I knew a packet of plums would lure you out." The little girl loved plums—sour, preserved, sweet, honey—so much that it was inhuman. "You came early this morning, yelling like a ghost, just to throw a packet of plums at me?" She tore open the packaging and picked up a plum. "It's getting late. The sun is already shining on your cute little butt." She pouted playfully. "Why does my butt being cute have anything to do with you?" "True, I don't have that habit." He muttered softly. Suddenly, the window on the second floor opened, and Yan Jiqiu, expressionless, said—"Are you sure you want to continue this R-rated conversation?" Wei Huai'en blushed. "Xuanxuan, I'm waiting downstairs for you. Come down quickly." "Okay!" She turned back to her room, quickly showered, and shouted before leaving, "Dad, I'm going out with Huai'en!" Hearing her, Yan Jiqiu chased out of his study, wanting to say a few more things, but all he could do was watch her sit on the crossbar of Wei Huai'en's bicycle, their close embrace looking incredibly sweet. He smiled. What a childhood sweethearts moment! What should this be called? The boy rode an iron horse, throwing sour plums around the window?
"Xuanxuan shouldn't go with anyone casually. You have to wait for the prince to come and pick you up on a white horse to be happy!" "Why do we have to ride a white horse? Can't we ride an iron horse and carry candy sticks?"