On the winter night of 2005, the scarf wrapped around Lin Xiao in the snow was Zhou Ran's hottest confession. But after the college entrance examination, a notice from the military academy turned the 1,100 kilometers away into a natural chasm for their love - he plunged into the wind and snow of the Tibetan border to guard the border, while she stayed in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River to study in college and work hard in the workplace.
Over the past ten years, the green-skinned train tickets she had accumulated were folded into a thick volume, and each one contained the expectation of traveling across provinces; the Gesanghua bookmarks he sent from the plateau, with the temperature of hypoxia, could not keep up with the variables of unexpected missions. During the Wenchuan earthquake, he lost contact for ten days, and she burst into tears clutching the "to be contacted" notice; her mother urgently needed a signature for surgery, but he was patrolling the border and could not turn back.
The romance of military love has long been riddled with holes by reality. He wanted to "protect her behind him", but only after seeing his comrades sacrifice did he understand the weight of responsibility; she grew from a little girl who relied on love to an independent woman who can handle the pressure of the workplace alone.
When we reunited in 2015, there was no bloody entanglement in the cafe, only a calm "You protect the country, and I protect myself." This love that didn't come to an end concealed the most shocking growth - it turns out that the best love is not to be tied together, but to have fought hard for each other and to watch each other with a smile as they move towards a broader life.
Purpose: Taking ten years as the axis, interpret the mature emotional concept of "love is not a binding, but a mutual achievement".