At the age of forty, Lin Shuyu finally lived a "good life" that others envied.
Her husband's building materials business grew bigger and bigger. She bought a house in the city and brought her children with her. But it was also that year that she accidentally saw the title on her husband's mobile phone - "the one in the country".
A light remark shattered all the self-deception in her twenty-year marriage.
When he opened his eyes again, the dazzling sunlight shone in through the drafty wooden windows.
In my ears was the loud voice of the aunt next door: "Shu Yu, don't cry. Baby girls are treasures too. When they grow up, I will still call you mom!"
In her arms was her newborn, incredibly soft little daughter - the second child who was forced to stay with her parents in her previous life because she and her husband had to go to the city to work, and who eventually separated from her.
On hand was a crumpled five hundred yuan that her husband had just left behind and a train ticket to the south.
Lin Shuyu held her lost daughter in her arms, tears falling uncontrollably.
Go to his city helpers, go to his good wives and mothers.
This time, she won't leave.
In the fireworks of the small town in the 1990s, she had to rely on her hands that could only do housework to seize the wave of the times and earn a future for herself and her daughters that no one had to rely on.
