When Li Ning and Wang Jing got married, they lived in an old 40-square-meter small house in the provincial capital. They kept two pots of green radish on the balcony and there was always half a bag of frozen dumplings in the refrigerator.
There are no wealthy families, no misunderstandings, and no crematorium for chasing wives.
There are only the crooked dumplings made on New Year's Eve, the wind on Qingming Mountain, the half-eaten watermelon shared in summer, the red leaves picked up and sandwiched in a book in autumn, and the words "Happy New Year" said around the stove in winter.
Li Ning changed from a printing factory salesman to the owner of a small design studio.
Wang Jing went from an administrative position to become the most stable partner around him.
Two people and one cat spent the days from the beginning of spring to the great cold, and from the great cold back to the beginning of spring.
This is the first year after marriage, and it is also the beginning of every subsequent year.
——The love that grows in the smoke of fireworks is quiet but bright.
Concept: The love that grows in ordinary days is quiet but bright.