Forty-eight-year-old Lin Chenzhou.
The first half of his life was a human hell without redemption.
In the first marriage, all the sincerity was exhausted in exchange for bruises all over the body. The cage-like relationship wore away all the tenderness. They left the marriage in embarrassment and divorced with gritted teeth. In the year when his heart was broken, he went to extremes and degenerated, seeking revenge on the love of the world. He wandered to the edge, looking for a married woman, and retaliated for the pain of his previous marriage with his passion and absurdity. He was ignorant and self-destructive.
Thinking that dissipation is liberation is actually self-imprisonment.
In his second marriage, he changed his mind, worked hard, and gave everything he had to maintain it. He humbly compromised, gave in completely, and gambled the rest of his life in exchange for stability. But in the end, he was still a piece of shit and completely let down. The pressure and despair drove him to the abyss of suicide. He died once before he could recover his broken life. He was divorced again, leaving him alone and with nothing.
Two marriages broke up, and half of his life was up and down.
He fled his hometown in Hefei and changed his name. From then on, there was no gentle Lin Shenzhou in the world, only the vicissitudes of Chen Jieyong.
For half a lifetime, I have gone through all the love and hate, walked through the abyss, and tasted the worst pain in the world.
Until the age of forty-eight, Wan Qing came.
She healed his scars, accepted his broken past, and embraced all his absurdities and embarrassments.
Thousands of sails have passed, the boat has sunk across the sea, the storm has come to an end, and his desolate life of half a lifetime has finally waited for the only sunset.
Intention: In the first half of my life, I sank because of love, destroyed myself because of hatred, walked through the abyss, and became a sinking boat with no one to cross it;
In the second half of my life, I have to wash away the vicissitudes of my life, let go of my obsessions, accept gentleness, and encounter a just beautiful evening.
All sails are suffering, all are regrets,