He was a young man who had yet to experience the world, and when he listened to songs, he always felt a sense of nostalgia for his youth. The books he read were also full of sad stories about love. Others laughed at him, saying that he was one of the few writers of his generation. He would laugh too, but only a few people understood his laughter. And yet, he was still searching for his own "moonlight." He searched and searched, but he never found his moonlight. Instead, he met a girl.
According to others, they were completely different. Sometimes, they even thought so themselves. He wanted to be like Don Quixote, traveling the world and not caring whether others considered him crazy or brave. Her life, on the other hand, was simple and straightforward – eating, drinking, sunbathing, and nothing more. So, when he sometimes sighed about how he had once overcome immense obstacles in life, she would simply ask curiously if those duck eggs they were eating for lunch tasted good.
Despite their differences, they also had something in common. They willingly contributed money to people around them who were in need. They could cry because of the emotions evoked by a single song. And most importantly, he was willing to buy her the strangest and most bizarre things she could imagine, and she was willing to add courage to his life, with which they could together light a fire that would illuminate the dark sky.
He didn't think that she was the "moonlight" he was searching for. She seemed too ordinary to him. But without realizing it, he wanted to stay with her. Gradually, he felt his heart, which had been hidden under a thin layer of coldness for so long, slowly and piece by piece being warmed by her warmth. He took her to snowy mountains to watch the sunrise together, to the sea to listen to the wind, to bustling places...
He began taking her to snowy mountains to watch the sunrise together, to the sea to listen to the wind, to busy streets to experience the lights and sounds of the city together, and even to quiet parks where they would walk along stone paths. They spent many days like this. One evening, as usual, they were eating barbecue together, just like a normal date. Suddenly, he asked:
“What if we got married?”
She simply raised her head: “Okay. Let's go get the marriage certificate tomorrow.”
“So, tomorrow,” he said.
After he finished speaking, they both lowered their heads again and continued eating.
And that's how they got married.
Without a wedding reception, without a celebration, in fact, only a few people knew about it. He was afraid that it would be too ostentatious, and she hated unnecessary worries and complications. They hugged each other, held their marriage certificate in their hands, and laughed together for almost half an hour. That was their only wedding ceremony. It was happiness that only they two knew.
Quiet and unassuming, but in their world, it sounded clear and bright, drowning out all the pompous wedding celebrations they had experienced before. When he looked at her, he suddenly felt that even his longed-for "moonlight" wasn't so important anymore. It seemed to him that six yuan was actually quite a lot. If he exchanged them for Chinese yuan, he could still treat her to one plate of barbecue.
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