Forty years later, I was sitting in my study in Nanjing, writing my parents' love story.
It was a small northern town in the late 1970s, with a railway and a sheep farm, and the whole town depended on them for their survival. Her mother is the only female railway worker in the town, and her father is the eldest son of a traditional Shandong family. They fell in love, but the grandfather paid a betrothal gift and forced the father to marry the daughter of the director of the sheep farm.
"If you dare to marry someone else, I will never see you again." Mother said.
Father was silent. He chose to escape, to the army, to the south, to his parents. But his heart did not escape.
Grandma's clock is still running, and the sound of the hands is very soft, but very rhythmic. Like my grandmother's words, like my mother's choice, like my forty years of growth.
This is a story about love, about growing up, and about becoming a better person.
A story about the clock in grandma's house and the rain in Nanjing.
Purpose: Through the perspective of a 40-year-old woman, review the love story of her parents who broke through family resistance in the 1970s and 1980s, explore the trauma of the original family, intergenerational transmission and self-reconciliation, and show the resilience and growth of women in the changing times.