She is the epitome of countless housewives: in the identity of "Zhou Zhou's mother" and "Zhou Ming's wife", the name "Lin Wan" is hidden. I want to try for an insurance interview, but I hide in the bathroom downstairs of the company and cancel my account; I am praised for my good parenting concepts, but I only dare to post the certificate on the side of the refrigerator; I pass by a toy store with my pocket money in my hand, but I don't even have the courage to buy Lego for my children - those timidities of "fear of failure" and "fear of being called nonsense" have become the background of daily life.
There are no earth-shattering twists, only the most real resonance of the housewives: the grievances hidden in the apron, the preferences hidden in "Whatever", and the suppressed self in "For Your Good". But just like tea stains that fade away slowly, those moments of "dare to admit your mistakes", "dare to share" and "dare to say what I want" will eventually become "forgotten" traces.
When Lin Wan wrote in the teahouse, "Being remembered by oneself is the brightest light," we suddenly understood: Every "forgotten" woman is waiting for a moment to "remember herself" - even if it is slower, even if there are tea stains and tears, it is still her own light.
