"I have only been brave twice in my life."
"The first time was when I was eighteen years old, and I boarded that broken car with him that was going to an unknown destination."
"The first time was when I was fifty-six years old. I let him go first."
In the fishing village of 1980, moonlight was the only free light available to poor families.
Guan Shanyue writes poems under the moonlight, and spends his fleeting years mending nets under the moonlight.
She said she wanted to see the lights outside the mountains, and he silently sold his ancestral fishing net in exchange for two tickets to go south.
Later——
The moonlight in Shenzhen shines through the leaky iron shed, and he saves the steamed buns in exchange for a wrinkled poetry collection for her;
The moonlight in her hometown shone through the half-empty crib. She cried until she lost her voice on the beach. He held her like a broken ship;
The moonlight of the small town shone through the first fixed stall in the market, and rumors were like knives. They stood side by side as each other's shields;
The moonlight in the orchard shone through the first batch of blooming citrus trees. He couldn't bear the pain in his back, but he said with a smile: "It really looks like the white shirt you wore when you were eighteen."
When the dawn of a new era shone into the citrus orchard, he finally dared to say what he had hidden all his life:
"Yue, I will come again in my next life."
"Yeah, but you have to find me sooner."
It was an elopement that lasted two-quarters of a century.
It begins with poverty and ends with abundance.
Through all the hardships, the end is your eyes.
Reading tip: Prepare tissues and believe in love.
Author: The little waste of the Chen family
Intention: Undying love until death, staying by each other's side