Tell your girlfriend three emotional stories before going to bed.

# Fairy Tale # Introduction In the dead of night, there are always many thoughts of inner feelings floating in my heart. Love is like many clothes, but only one is suitable, only there are more touching love stories before going to bed. The following is a complete collection of emotional stories that KaoNet compiled and shared for his girlfriend before going to bed. Welcome to read and learn from them.

Parrot wife My new home is an apartment facing the street, located on the seventh floor. Neighbors are an old couple, because the window of my kitchen is facing the corridor, so I often hear them talk, and I often see the man CSI coming in and out, but I don't know why, but I just haven't seen his wife.

When CSI goes to work in the morning, I can always hear his wife say something to him with concern, such as "CSI, be careful riding on the road" and "come back early at night". Csi always says, "Liu Qin, thank you. Stay at home. Goodbye. " When CSI comes back at night, as soon as he opens the door, his wife always greets him warmly: "CSI, are you back?" Are you tired? Sit down and have a rest. "What a wonderful family this is, what a loving couple, I often think so.

Life has been so casual for two years. I don't know why I haven't met CSI's wife, but I still often hear her trivial and loving greetings to her husband almost without exception. I feel puzzled, and sometimes I even think: Is it because Lao He's wife is paralyzed in bed, so she can't go out? Or is there something wrong with her appearance that she is ashamed to meet outsiders?

One day, when I finally solved this age-old mystery, I was shocked.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and I knocked on the door of CSI's house. The reason is that the key to my front door was accidentally locked in the house, so I had to borrow tools from CSI to prepare for picking the lock.

He made me a cup of tea and rummaged in the cupboard for tools.

"Hello, please have tea." A familiar woman's voice came from the TV cabinet, and it was obviously CSI's wife talking.

Following the sound, my eyes suddenly stopped on the TV cabinet. At that moment, I was more surprised than Columbus discovered the new continent. There is no wife of CSI, only a parrot crouching on TV! I suddenly understood that those trivial and loving words came from this parrot!

But I'm lost again. Why does CSI call this parrot Liu Qin? How can it talk to CSI like a wife talks to her husband? Curiosity makes me anxious to know all this.

Csi is telling me this touching story with a dignified expression-

He is a middle school teacher, his daughter is studying in Paris, and his wife Liu Qin is a kind, virtuous and capable woman. This is a happy marriage. They respected and loved each other and lived together for nearly 30 years. Unfortunately, my wife suffered from liver cancer three years ago and was heartbroken to learn that she was terminally ill. She said that she was not afraid of death, but she could not give up her husband and beloved daughter. But gradually, she calmly accepted this cruel reality.

One day, she asked someone to buy a parrot and taught it to say something caring to her husband in her own voice every day. Only the spiritual parrot didn't let her down. It sounded like her.

Two years ago, Lao He's wife passed away with regret and satisfaction. The parrot repeats her affectionate words every day. Upon hearing this loving language, CSI felt that his wife was still around and did not leave.

I listened to this true and sad story with reverence. This story made me very moved and shocked.

The key he took met her on the train. He sat opposite her. He is a painter. He had been drawing her, and when he gave her the draft, they realized that they lived in the same city. Two weeks later, she decided that he was the love of her life.

That year, she became a bride, as if a dream had come true. It feels so good. However, married life is like a cross race. After polishing, there is no light. He is informal, untidy and unsociable. He advocates freedom and likes freedom. Although she is as clever as the lamb of God, he still feels that marriage has bound him. But they still love each other, and he has a good personality and never plays around.

She divorced him with tears in her eyes, but she took the key to the house. She no longer cares about his unkempt hair, when to rest, where to go and who to be with, but just cleans up the room and cleans up the garbage as always. He is also used to her coming on and off. He loves her more romantically than in marriage. What candlelight dinner, hiking and rose bed, she didn't enjoy in love and marriage, but now. They are no different from husband and wife except that the bright red marriage certificate has become a dark green divorce certificate.

Later, he finally became a famous artist. A foot-high painting turned into dozens of colored bills. She helps him manage and spend. They lived like this until he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. On his deathbed, he took her hand and asked her why she stayed with him all her life without regrets. She told him that love is much longer than marriage. Marriage is over, but love is not over, so she will wait for him all her life.

Yes, love lasts longer than marriage. After marriage, love can continue. Love lies not in the form of marriage, but in the content.

The scenery around him is the same as many families. They used to love each other so warmly, but as time went on, he began to become indifferent, which is probably what people often say "aesthetic fatigue." His passion became less and less, and his heart began to drift.

He started surfing the Internet, chatting and looking for fresh feelings in the virtual world. One day, he saw a short article signed "Falling Maple Leaves" on a website, which was about a woman's disappointment with her marriage and life. The beautiful words and the faint sadness flowing between them deeply touched him. He doesn't understand how a woman with such delicate and rich feelings can't be cherished by her husband. He couldn't help looking through the woman's registration information, only to find that the registered email address was actually the spelling of his wife's name. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Isn't his wife's name Feng? How could I forget that my wife was the chairman of the literary society when she was in college, but getting married made her forget many hobbies.

He went into the kitchen and put his arm around his wife's waist from behind. "Let's go out for a walk after supper." The wife's shoulders trembled slightly: "The sun came out in the west? You don't surf the Internet? " He turned his wife's body and looked at the beautiful face: "I will walk with you every day."

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain." People often say that there is no scenery around me, but the scenery is always around you.