Tribute

At nineteen, Xue Yanci said: “Since you’re with me, it’s only right that I help you out.”

At twenty-six, Xue Yanci said: “Don’t worry, Teacher Lu. I’m not that interested in you anymore.”

At thirty, Xue Yanci said: “What, are you really that eager to divorce me?”

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At thirty-three, Lu Zhixing said: “In this world, you’re the only one. You’re the only person I’m willing to do this for, wholeheartedly and without hesitation.”

At thirty-five, Lu Zhixing said: “I want to be the dregs of your medicine, the vessel that holds you, everything you gain in this life.”

At forty-one, Lu Zhixing said: “Yanci, what can I say or do to make you understand that I’m willing to catch you every time you fall, a thousand times over?”

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Love is the winding lane that leads to Fuyou Street. In the first half of life, we run side by side toward our destination; in the second, we turn back hand in hand.

A lifetime of sharing our lives, our children, our honors and hardships, and our graves is far too short.

My love, you deserve to be remembered. You shouldn’t be forgotten.