The Glory of Love in the Age of Innocence

In the late 1970s, there was a special newlywed couple in Tongzilou. The husband Fang Muyang is an educated youth with amnesia, gentle but ignorant; the wife Fei Ni is the most pragmatic lace worker in the factory, smart and capable. No one is optimistic about this poor couple who "fake marriage" in order to share a house. The eight-square-meter hut has a bunk bed and a clearly defined "38th line" in the middle. She budgeted carefully, wishing she could break a penny in half and spend it. She planned to get into college and retire. But he always foolishly breaks the rules, exchanges the meat tickets he saves for the books she likes to read, and quietly warms the bed for her on cold winter nights. The days flowed slowly by in the smoke of coal stoves and the ringing of the bells of the Erba Dagang. When she finally got the admission notice and was about to put an end to this "cooperative relationship", she realized that the silly boy who said he wanted to be in AA had already written her into his future. It turns out that the purest love is not a romantic confession, but that even if I forget the whole world, I still remember to love you.