Chen Sheng lost his father at the age of nine and spent his childhood on the back of an ox. In 1972, he met the brightest light in his life - Tian Ying. She took a fancy to his sincerity and married into a thatched house with drafts on all sides. He promised to take her to Beijing to see Tiananmen Square. This promise was like a seed buried in the barren land. They watered their lives with sweat, and thatched houses turned into cement houses. In the years of poverty, love was the oil residue buried in the bottom of the bowl, the curtains that were quietly tightened, and the back of him pedaling a three-wheeler but letting her "take a taxi." In 2005, Mr. Chen became ill due to overwork, and the 100,000 yuan operation fee almost overwhelmed the family. After recovering, he could only run a small oden stall on a tricycle. The dream of Tiananmen was pushed to the bottom of the box by reality. He only took her to the photo studio and took a photo with Tiananmen on the curtain. When the shadow of forgetfulness quietly approached, he began to write letters in crooked handwriting. What he was most afraid of forgetting was his wife's name. This is a silent epic that spans more than half a century. In the dust and smoke of 20,121 days and nights, they turned a simple promise into a love that is heavier than mountains and rivers.
Purpose: To write a love fable about "living" in a land forged by silence and suffering.