I Wish to Be Your Bride (Picture)

It's been three years since I came to Beijing. In this place full of talents and material desires, we, as an ordinary couple neither graduated from famous universities nor belong to the "returnee" or "noble" groups, seem insignificant. Only the feelings between us are like a never-extinguished lamp, illuminating and warming our wandering hearts.

Husband, it will be two years since we've been together in a blink of an eye. Remember when we first met? It was on the weekend you came to our company for an interview. My manager and I were sitting in the meeting room waiting for the next applicant. You then had the characteristics of art students - long hair and stubble - but your eyes weren't that unruly; instead, they were clear and bright. Your steadiness left a deep impression on me. Sitting opposite the manager, you told your career experiences in an orderly way. I followed you like listening to stories to every city you've been to, imagining the life you described, envying it very much. If I had met you earlier, maybe I would have had the chance to drift with you. Your design talent was appreciated by the manager, but you didn't start work immediately because you said you needed to go back home to deal with some matters and would be back in a month. The manager hesitated and agreed to consider it further before making a decision. Thinking about it now, if you hadn't come back to our company, maybe we would have missed each other.

But a month later, you suddenly appeared in our office. Still with long hair, stubble, and bright eyes. Later, I learned that the company, while recruiting again, remembered you, and just happened that you had just returned to Beijing... What happened next seemed to be arranged by heaven, naturally progressing. We lived in the same direction, and you rode your bike while walking with me, taking a super close route I've never taken before, but ended up in a dead-end alley. I still clearly remember the awkward expression on your face at that time.

Subsequently, due to health issues, I had to take leave. You took on the expenses for both of us, working overtime through the night, dealing with difficult clients. Your eyes gradually became bloodshot, and your tired appearance could no longer be concealed in front of me. Yet, you still smiled and talked about the unpleasantness at work, treating it as a test in life, and told me a lot of news so that I, being "isolated", wouldn't fall out of touch with society.

Two years have passed, and the happiness gathered bit by bit has enveloped me tightly, making my world colorful and vivid. Just like the plot in a movie, we are finally going to enter that sacred hall, but you are at a loss. You have no money, no car, no house. In this unfamiliar city, you only have me. I feel heartache too, because I am the same, husband. Why care about these things?! We will still be happy. You know how to plan our lives and how to love me. For me, you stopped drifting around and stayed in Beijing to develop, making me the protagonist in your story; To buy me the phone I like, you don't mind bargaining with the store owner on Taobao, and secretly bought it for me on my birthday; To buy a reasonably priced diamond ring, you don't mind running through all the jewelry stores, and finally bought the suitable one. When you proposed to me with this small but dazzling diamond ring, I had already ignored the ring itself, remembering only your sincere gaze and the surge of emotion in my heart.

Husband, I am willing to be your cheapest bride, without a house, without a car, without savings, without a wedding, without a diamond ring, without flowers and blessings. I am just your bride because I believe that your dedication to me will make me regretless for life!