Grandma said, if you don't come back, I will take my little sister and jump into the Yangtze River.
That year, my mother was still on campus in Wuhan, as young as the wind. She was supposed to marry someone who was willing to give up her family status for her, but she was the eldest daughter, her younger siblings were underage, and she had to carry half of the house's sky. She cried and turned back, leaving the man on the other side of the river. Later, she married a high school classmate who knew everything about her - not for love, but to exchange marriage for stability and a future for each of her younger siblings. She lives her life as a beam, holding up other people's roofs.
I am her third child. She didn't keep the first two. I have been cared for since I was born. I have never suffered any hardships. I was admitted to a good university naturally. I am so naive that I can only pretend to read textbooks.
It was also there that I met someone who was at the forefront of my heart. It took me nearly twenty years to understand how good he is. But at the age of eighteen, I thought he was not tall enough or dazzling enough, so I walked away without looking back.
I used to think that love should be perfect for granted. It wasn't until I entered another marriage that I realized that an entire continent can separate two people - geography is a wall and thinking is a wall. Twenty years of life have worn my innocence into sand. When I finally live a clear life, my youth will never come back.
My mother spent a lifetime of forbearance in exchange for peace and quiet for the whole family; I used my vanity once and let go of my sincerity in exchange for the same unlocked door twenty years later, but no one walked out.
Two generations of women, separated by twenty years, are trapped in the same invisible attic, living as each other's silent shadows.
Intention: Two generations of women, one is trapped by the force of the times, and the other is trapped by their own choices - they all think they have left the cabinet, but in fact, no one has really walked out of the door in their hearts.