Eighty-year life and death contract, the ultimate romance under the crabapple tree——
When the ventilator tube was removed, the old lady who was lingering on the bed suddenly woke up, held the old man's hand and said, "Wait for me in the next life." This couple, who have endured war, famine and illness for centuries, shared the last piece of crab apple cake on a wicker chair, recalling the sweet and sour past from when they were six years old when they were fighting for candied haws, to when they were eighty years old.
"Jun Zhu, thank you."
"Luo'er, I love you."
The last two lines of dialogue penetrate the snowy night and freeze into the eternal companionship of life and death. At the funeral, the old man held her cheongsam and cried, but three months later, he held her diary and slept peacefully on the wedding bed that had endured eighty years of ups and downs.
