The most enduring confession

 　　Regarding showing off happiness, some people online say that you only show it off if you're not happy enough, or if you're not loving enough. But I think you only have something to show off if you're truly happy, and you only have something to show off if you're truly in love. If you were that happy, could you control the overwhelming surge of happiness that comes with it?

　　There's a kind of love that, when they show it off, warms your heart.

　　Today, while on the bus, an elderly couple got on at one stop. Just from their boarding habits, you could tell they were a couple whose hair was graying but who still cared for each other deeply.

　　"Let me help you, you go first," the old man said in a gentle yet slightly commanding tone. After the old woman got on, she immediately turned around and helped the old man.

　　When my friend and I got up to offer our seats, the old man said, "Thank you, but you don't need two seats, one is fine." We were a little confused as to why he only needed one. Then, after helping the old woman sit down, he stood beside her, one hand on the armrest of the seat back, and the other on the railing not far above her head. Trying to create a personal space for the elderly woman, I was afraid that passersby might bump into her.

　　Along the way, I overheard their conversation and learned that they had gone to the senior university for Tai Chi practice that morning and were now on their way home.

　　"I told you to have your son pick you up, otherwise, look how crowded the bus is at this hour, but you insisted on coming,"

　　the elderly woman complained. "I told you I could come to class alone, but you insisted on coming too, there's no one to watch the house."

　　"My son is so busy, yet he still came all this way, and think of all the gas money he spent. Look, the bus fare for the two of us is only 4 yuan, and it goes right to our doorstep, it's so convenient. Besides, I'll accompany you to class and home, so you won't be bored," the elderly man said gently.

　　After hearing this, the elderly woman didn't say anything more, turning to look at the bustling traffic outside the window. I don't know if she felt a sweet warmth in her heart at that moment. But at least those of us who heard it felt our hearts melt.

　　The elderly man's words seemed to focus on how cheap the bus was. But the key point was that he accompanied her. Yes, he was with her. I don't think it was because he was afraid she'd be bored that he kept her company; it was just that he enjoyed being with her. Yes, I think he still dotes on her. The old lady is simply happy. This kind of affection is heartfelt, the most ordinary kind of love.

　　How many people can be so loving and devoted to each other in their fifties? Suddenly, I remembered that companionship is the longest confession of love, and I think this is it.

　　In this era where we want to replace things when they break and throw things away when they break, relationships seem to have lost their flavor. But in their generation, in their world, whether it was a marriage of equals or arranged by parents, marriage was for life.

　　I think for people in love, loving each other is like loving to the bone, to the cells, and so on, until their hair turns white.

　　I think no matter how much you argue, no matter how much you have a cold war, just end it with "I cooked your favorite food for dinner, come and eat," okay?

　　After they got off the train, watching their backs as they walked away hand in hand, I think everyone on the train, like me, saw it and felt warm inside.

　　In this life, encountering affection, love, and sex isn't difficult. What's difficult is encountering the heart, and whether you're willing to share a meal together no matter how busy you are.

　　A meal is a small thing, but companionship is heartwarming. Traveling is a small thing, but companionship is heartwarming. I hope that you, in love, can continue to be this warm, warm until your temples are gray. Holding hands and growing old together—that too is a way of showing happiness and affection.