My name is Lu Wei, but all my friends call me Bie Bie. When I was 25, I decided to break up with my boyfriend. I went out alone for a bowl of spicy hot pot, then posted on my social media, “Tastes good, smells good, looks good.” Not one person asked why I was eating alone.
Twenty-seven days later, I impulsively married a firefighter who barely spoke. He was 183 centimeters tall, with eyes so bright they seemed unreal. He said, “I’m the angel sent to you by heaven.”
He didn’t understand romance, but when I craved spicy hot pot in the middle of the night, he’d drive an hour to pick me up. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he once sent me a message: “I’m not good at dealing with people. You won’t have to worry about any of that from now on. I’ll take care of it.”
Later, my daughter told me, “You don’t need to keep reminding the people who matter.”
When I was 36, I finally sat down in the sun and wrote all of this down.
The heart-wrenching healing is suitable for filming into a film and television series 😳