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Wang Xu and Wang Yao are a young couple from a well-off family who live in a bustling second-tier city. Both of them have stable jobs and seem to have a happy life, but in fact they are full of contradictions. One night, Wang Xu came home tired and found Wang Yao pacing back and forth in the living room.
"Husband, do you know what day it is?" Wang Yao looked at Wang Xu, her eyes full of expectation.
Wang Xu frowned and thought about it, then shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, wife, I really can't think of it." I've been too busy at work lately. "
Wang Yao's eyes instantly dimmed, "Today is our wedding anniversary. "
Wang Xu suddenly realized, and patted his head in annoyance, "I'm sorry, I completely forgot." Shall we go out for dinner and celebrate? "
"What's the point of saying that now?" Wang Yao's voice was marked with obvious disappointment and anger, "You are always like this, only caring about your work, and never caring about my feelings. "
Wang Xu didn't know how to respond, so he chose to remain silent. This reaction angered Wang Yao even more, "Can't you say something?" Isn't that the problem between us solved? "
Faced with his wife's questioning, Wang Xu remained silent. This way of communication made Wang Yao feel even more lonely and disappointed. She turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
A few days later, one weekend, Wang Yao decided to try to improve their relationship again. She carefully prepared a hearty dinner, hoping to have a good conversation with her husband. However, just as dinner was about to start, Wang Xu's mobile phone rang.
"Wife, I'm sorry, the company has an emergency, I have to rush over immediately." Wang Xu hurriedly put on his coat.
"But... I prepared dinner..."Wang Yao's voice was almost pleading.
"I'll try to get back as soon as possible." After Wang Xu finished speaking, he hurriedly went out.
Wang Yao sat alone at the dining table, looking at the dishes that were gradually getting cold, and her heart was like ashes. She picked up her mobile phone, looked through the chat history with Wang Xu, and found that the recent conversations were all simple work reports and living arrangements, without any warmth.
The next morning, Wang Xu woke up to find no one around. He walked out of the bedroom and called his wife's name, but received no response. He began to search around the house and eventually found a letter on the kitchen table.
When he opened the letter, his hands trembled unconsciously. In the letter, Wang Yao spoke of her disappointment and pain in a sad and desperate tone, blaming her husband for his indifference and indifference. Finally, she wrote: "Maybe leaving is the best option. "
Only then did Wang Xu realize the seriousness of the situation. He immediately called Wang Yao's phone, but the phone was never answered. Panic and self-reproach came over him at the same time, and he began a frantic search.
Wang Yao's funeral was held on a gloomy autumn day. Relatives and friends came to the funeral home one after another, and the air was filled with sadness and regret. Wang Xu stood in front of the mourning hall, accepting the comfort of the visitor with an expressionless face. His eyes were hollow, as if his soul had dissipated with his wife's departure.
"Mourning is changing, Asahi." Wang Xu's uncle patted him on the shoulder, "Yaoyao left too suddenly, we didn't expect it..."
Wang Xu nodded mechanically and did not respond. His silence and unusual behavior caused concern among relatives and friends. Someone began to whisper.
"Look at Wang Xu, he hasn't said a word since morning, could it be that he can't stand the blow..."
"Poor boy, so young..."
After the funeral, Wang Xu was alone in front of his wife's spiritual seat. He took out his mobile phone and began to look through the photos with Wang Yao one by one. Each photo evokes endless thoughts and remorse.
"Wife," Wang Xu whispered, "why do we take so few photos?" Why didn't I spend more time with you? His fingers gently stroked Wang Yao's bright smile on the screen, and tears slipped unconsciously.
On the third day, Wang Xu sat in the empty living room, recalling the scene of the last quarrel with his wife. That day, Wang Yao mentioned that she wanted a child.
"Husband, we've been married for three years, don't you think it's time to have a baby?" Wang Yao looked at him expectantly.
"Now? Wife, I don't think it's the time yet. Wang Xu frowned, "My career has just started, let's talk about our savings..."
"It's always like this!" Wang Yao interrupted him, "You always have a reason to postpone. When exactly will we be able to have children of our own? "
In the memory, Wang Yao's disappointed eyes pierced Wang Xu's heart. He covered his face with remorse, "If I had promised her at the time, maybe..."
On the fifth day, Wang Xu began to sort out his wife's belongings. He opened the wardrobe and carefully stroked Wang Yao's clothes, as if he could still feel her temperature. Suddenly, his hand touched a carefully wrapped gift box.
Wang Xu opened the package with trembling hands, and inside was a shirt that he had casually mentioned his favorite. He noticed that there was also a card attached to the box that read "Happy Birthday, Husband".
This discovery made Wang Xu completely devastated. He fell to his knees, clutched the shirt tightly, and wept bitterly. "Wife, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."His cries echoed through the empty room, and remorse and pain flooded him with a tidal wave.
At Wang Xu's insistence, the family reluctantly agreed to his request. Early the next morning, they came to the funeral home to prepare for the opening ceremony. When Master Li, the staff of the funeral home, saw Wang Xu, he said with a complicated expression: "Mr. Wang, let me confirm again, do you really want to do this?" "
Wang Xu took a deep breath and nodded firmly: "Yes, I have to do this." "
Master Li sighed, "Okay then." But I must remind you that since a week has passed, the remains may have been..."
"I understand." Wang Xu interrupted him, "Please start." "
As the coffin slowly opened, the scene fell silent. Wang Xu held his breath and stared at his wife's remains. Unexpectedly, Wang Yao's face was well maintained, as if she had just fallen asleep peacefully.
Wang Xu trembled and stretched out his hand and gently stroked his wife's face. "Wife," he muttered, "I'm sorry I'm late." Tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably.
At this solemn and sad moment, Wang Xu seemed to hear his wife's voice. Not from the body, but from his heart. The voice was gentle and firm, as if to say, "Live well and don't live up to our love." "
At this moment, Wang Xu suddenly realized that his wife had been expressing her love and needs in various ways before her death, but he didn't listen and feel it with his heart. This epiphany made him feel painful and made him understand his responsibility.
After the coffin opening ceremony, Wang Xu turned to face all the relatives and friends present. He bowed deeply, his voice choked but firm: "I'm sorry, I know my behavior may be a little paranoid. However, this experience made me truly understand the meaning of love. "
He raised his head, tears and determination flashing in his eyes, "I promise everyone that I will live well and cherish everyone around me." This is not only to honor my wife, but also to live up to her love for me. "