When Lin Anran was thirty-one, she married herself in the most efficient way.
After four meetings, they said, "I'm free next week, go get the certificate." A man who checked every item on the blind date form - Song Zhixing, has a 985 degree, is a middle-level foreign company, is 1.83 Meters tall, has a clean appearance, and has a perfect resume. She returned from overseas with a master's degree, her parents were harmonious, and she had dimples in her smile, which happened to be his type. The two confirmed each other's conditions like exchanging resumes, then skipped the relationship and went directly to marriage.
She thought it was a rational decision. He thought it was a controlled collaboration.
They are all wrong.
After ten years of marriage, a man who cannot express love and a woman who longs to be loved have gone through a long period of mutual wear and tear in the shell of marriage. He uses Excel to manage his family, covers his emotions with logic, and responds to quarrels with silence; she goes from endurance to collapse, from unemployment to reconstruction, from postpartum depression to returning to the workplace. His father left him a violent childhood, and her parents left her the armor of innocence - two people from completely opposite families spent ten years learning the same thing: how to love someone who is different from themselves.
There is no salvation coming from above.
There are no well-timed epiphanies.
Only one person made the egg fried rice a little better, and the other person quietly tied the apron straps.
The true appearance of marriage: It is never perfect, but it is always improving.
