My mother said, you will be like this for the rest of your life.
She married me to a cripple. A crutch, a leaky room, even the rice vat is empty.
I thought this was the end of it.
But he gave me a wooden comb with begonia flowers carved on the handle. He said: "It's made from scraps, it costs nothing."
Later, his stepmother came, dressed in gold and silver, and stood at the door of our shabby courtyard and said, "I plan to sell the shop your father left to you."
He didn't argue or quarrel, he just said: "You can make the decision."
That night he sat on the threshold and asked me: "Shen Er, are you afraid of living an unstable life?"
I said: "Peace is not given by anyone, it is given by two people together."
Later, he saved enough money and opened his own shop in Qingliu Lane. There is a row of petunia planted at the door, which bloom in summer.
Life doesn't get better in one go, it gets longer bit by bit. Just like the flower.
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