Cross the Zhumen

In the spring of the twenty-third year of the Republic of China, Shen Yunshu was still the rich daughter of the Shen family compound. Her grandmother arranged a "best marriage" for her - a foreign son from the county magistrate's family, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and having an extraordinary conversation. Everyone said that this was the blessing she had earned over several lifetimes. But she just doesn't want this blessing. What she wants is someone who will put a bouquet of wild flowers on the roadside where she passes; A man who jumped in desperately to save her when she fell into the water; It was a man holding an oil lamp in the moonlight and standing there watching her. That man's name is Zhao Yuanshan, a long-time employee of the Shen family. Their love was wrong from the beginning. So wrong, so ridiculously wrong, so wrong that everyone calls them crazy. But they left anyway. In the war-torn years, she took off her satin and put on coarse cloth; he carried the dock and supported a home. From young lady to "Mr. Shen", from long-term workers to union leaders - they have spent their lives proving that: A true match is not about equal family background, but about equal souls. Many years later, they sat side by side on the edge of their wheat field. The wind blew over and the waves of wheat undulated, just like the ripples in her heart when she first looked at him.