Huhua President

For a moment, Bao Danhua thought in a trance that the spark was a lamp for his night return.But it only took a second for her to wake up, laughing secretly at her self-indulgence.

The moon is dark, the night is deep, the wind is blowing, and the people are cold.The candlelight in front of the window on the third floor was flickering, as if it still wanted to hold on to something tenaciously, but it couldn't withstand the night wind's repeated ravages. After all, it trembled a few times and disappeared in the darkness.

The alcohol in the body gradually dissipated, and the cold immediately invaded the senses of the whole body. Bao Danhua instinctively tightened the coat on his body. Just as he was about to walk towards the electronic door, he saw a figure in front of the window on the third floor. The next second, the candlelight was lit again.

It was a white-haired old woman, and Bao Danhua was unfamiliar and familiar with her.Living in the same building for seven years, the neighbors in the building often look up and look down, and occasionally pass by, a smile and a few greetings are naturally indispensable, but this old woman is a taboo in this apartment building.

From the mouths of those "Obasang" who like to move a small bench downstairs to pick vegetables and knit sweaters whenever they have time, Bao Danhua knows that this old woman is surnamed Ji. She is over seventy years old, lives alone, and has no children.It is said that she used to be the crush of a wealthy family, but she eloped with her lover to this city because she fell in love with a wealthy and powerless sailor and was opposed by her family.

After marriage, the daughter and the sailor love each other and respect each other, and although their lives are plain, they are harmonious and warm.Whenever a sailor goes to sea, the little wife will always light a red candle for her husband in front of the window, like a lighthouse in the vast sea, guiding the lover to find the way back even in the dark.During that time, the love between the two of them who did not fear power, and did not care about status or status, was passed down as a good story by the neighbors around!

If every love can be like the one described in movies and novels, two people who love each other go through vicissitudes of life, and in the end, they will hold hands for a lifetime after all hardships and joys?But God is not a playwright with romantic feelings.In the short life of human beings, he has bestowed more sorrow than happiness.

An unexpected storm extinguished the candle left on the window sill for her husband who was on a long voyage, and the sailor was buried in the wind and waves with his deep commitment, love, responsibility and reluctance to his wife. In the sea, there was so much grief that not even the remains were left.

Until she stood in front of her husband's tomb, the wife still couldn't believe it, and even didn't understand. Is it because of the unfairness of fate, or is God playing too much tricks?Why is the love I have exhausted so much so fragile?When you close your eyes, it's an eternity between heaven and man.The person she loved the most, the man who once said that he would accompany her, love her and take care of her all his life, just disappeared from her life, except for sadness, memories and endless loneliness in the future, Nothing left!

She is so heartbroken!

From now on, how would she bear such a heavy, lonely, and desolate life without that person?

She can't bear it!How could the whole world collapse in an instant...

People say that Ji's beauty has gone crazy since then. She stubbornly denies the fact that her husband is dead, and no longer communicates with anyone. She still lights candles on the windowsill night after night, looking forward to her husband return.

In this way, half of her life passed away quietly in her madness, and the beautiful woman who was once in her prime has now become an old woman in her dying years.She spent half her life waiting for someone who would never come back, did she think that this waiting would end one day?