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My Mother Became My Brother's Wife
Bối cảnh:写一篇小说，一位44岁中国妈妈看望美国上大学的儿子，在顺便旅游美国的途中因为意外失忆，后来认识28岁的英俊美国男青年，两人产生爱情，她儿子再次找到女主时，女主已经与男主结婚并生下了他们的孩子，女主儿子看到妈妈现在的幸福生活，放弃了相认
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Li Mei
loving, and resilient. Li Mei travels to America to see her son, but an accident causes her to lose her memories. She meets Ethan and falls in love with him, eventually becoming his wife and having a child. Despite her son's initial shock at her new life, she finds happiness with Ethan.
Ethan
patient, and supportive. Ethan meets Li Mei while she is lost and confused in America. He helps her regain her footing and eventually falls in love with her. They marry and have a child together, providing Li Mei with a new sense of belonging.
Zhang Wei
worried, and mature. Zhang Wei searches for his mother after she goes missing during her visit to America. He finds her living with Ethan and their newborn child, initially shocked by the change in his mother's life but ultimately accepting of her happiness.
Once upon a time, I, a 44-year-old Chinese mother, embarked on a journey across the ocean to America.
The purpose of this trip was to visit my son, who was studying at a prestigious university in the United States.
As soon as I arrived in this land, the majestic landscapes of America unfolded before my eyes—the endless expanse of grasslands, the golden sunlight, and the breathtaking Grand Canyon.
The beauty of this land resonated deep within my heart.
However, little did I know that God had other plans for me.
An unexpected accident occurred during my trip, and I lost all my memories; everything I had ever known was now just a distant haze.
The vibrant recollections of my life were reduced to a blank slate.
In this strange and unfamiliar land, I found myself lost and confused like a child.
As destiny would have it, I crossed paths with a charming young man named Ethan.
He was 28 years old, with an infectious smile that could light up even the gloomiest of days.
Ethan's warmth began to thaw the icy fog that shrouded my memories.
As we spent more time together, an unexpected connection blossomed between us—a connection that transcended language barriers and cultural differences.
With every shared glance and laughter, I discovered a new version of myself.
I was no longer just a mother; I was a woman deeply in love.
Time passed, and the world continued to turn.
My son, Zhang Wei, was still searching for me, worried sick about my whereabouts.
As Ethan and I strolled through the bustling farmers' market, the sweet aroma of fresh produce and baked goods wafted through the air.
The vibrant colors of the fruits and flowers seemed to dance before my eyes, creating a kaleidoscope of hues.
Ethan's hand brushed against mine, a gentle reminder of the bond we shared.
We paused at a stall, where a vendor was selling an array of flowers in every color imaginable.
Ethan reached out and picked up a sunflower, its bright yellow petals radiating warmth.
He tucked it behind my ear with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the market.
It was a laughter that felt foreign yet familiar, like a melody I had forgotten but was rediscovering anew.
As we continued our stroll, Ethan began to share stories from his childhood.
His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, transporting me to a world I had never known existed.
He spoke of lazy summer days spent by the lake, of fishing trips with his father, and of family gatherings filled with laughter and warmth. I listened intently, my ears drinking in every word as if they were precious drops of water in a parched desert.
Each sentence was like a thread weaving together the tapestry of this new world I found myself in.
With every step we took, I felt myself becoming more grounded in this reality.
The unfamiliar surroundings began to feel less daunting, and the warmth of Ethan's hand intertwined with mine provided a sense of comfort and belonging.
As we walked, Ethan pointed out various landmarks and attractions, sharing their history and significance.
His voice was filled with pride and enthusiasm, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his passion.
We stopped at a street performer who was playing a lively tune on his guitar.
The melody was infectious, and before I knew it, I found myself swaying to the rhythm.
Ethan smiled at me, his eyes shining with delight. "You have a good sense of rhythm," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.
I laughed again, feeling carefree and alive in a way I hadn't experienced since my memories had faded away.
The music seemed to wash over me like a gentle wave, carrying away any lingering doubts or fears.
As we continued on our way, Ethan suggested we take a quiet walk by the river.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the water.
We ambled along the path, our footsteps in sync.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of children's laughter.
Ethan paused, turning to face me.
His eyes were serious, his voice filled with emotion.
"Li Mei," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
"I think I'm about to fall in love with you."
His words hung in the air like a delicate flower, fragile yet resilient.
I studied his face, searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt.
But all I saw was sincerity and a deep longing.
My heart fluttered like a butterfly's wings as I reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers once more.
In that moment, I realized I was ready to embrace this new chapter of my life.
"Let's explore this feeling together," I whispered, my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within me.
The breeze picked up, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of children's laughter.
I closed my eyes, allowing the gentle wind to guide our steps into a playful dance.
Ethan twirled me around, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had paused.
Ethan pulled me closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"There's something you should know," he said, his eyes searching mine.
"I found a letter in your bag... it was from Zhang Wei."
