[Copywriting Warning: The reality is in the vernacular of the era, there is no rebirth, no golden finger, the heroine is shackles of the times and it is difficult to escape from her fate, the tone is forbearingly sad, the coolness is weak, so be careful]
Lin Wanhe was a girl envied by everyone in the village in the 1960s.
The family has a brick house with oxen raised in a pen, and his father is a well-respected veterinarian from all over the country.
She was raised pampered since she was a child. She didn't have to work in the fields, and her life was stable and peaceful.
When she was still young, her aunt was an enthusiastic matchmaker and found her the best match in the eyes of others.
The man is the only adopted son of the Shen family and the village accountant of the brigade. He can write calligraphy with excellent character, is gentle, quiet, and decent.
I only heard that he had always been a little weak.
At that time, medical treatment in the countryside was poor, and no one knew that the so-called "frailty" was congenital heart disease.
I can't carry loads or plow the ground, and even sweeping the floor and watering the garden have to take a breath from time to time.
A marriage that was praised by everyone will knock the young lady who was raised in the romantic moon into the loess and mud.
There is no evil mother-in-law, no evil husband.
Her husband wrote beautifully and treated her gently and considerately, but he could not afford even half of the family's livelihood;
The parents-in-law are stuck in old customs, the aunt is kind-hearted, and the father is full of love but cannot resist the world's human sentiments.
From then on, working in the fields, feeding animals, carrying water, supporting the elderly, and raising children, all the heavy burdens fell on Lin Wanhe's shoulders.
The world only sees the good handwriting of her accountant husband, but cannot see the thick calluses on her palms, and how she endures through the years until the sky is filled with stars.
Later, medical treatment gradually became available, and the root cause of the disease finally came to light.
But her best years have long been lost in the day-to-day hard work.
Intent: This is a tragedy of the times without villains. There is no vicious mother-in-law or daughter-in-law, no scheming scumbag, no bloody sadomasochism. Everyone is doing good and everyone is choosing the best path for her. But in the 1960s, the medical blockade, secular prejudices, shackles of blind marriage, and women's fate turned a rich girl who did not have to endure hardship into a windswept peasant woman. The most painful thing is never the infliction of human harm, but the fact that no one is at fault, but she is the only one who suffers like a life. Her husband is gentle, but it is a shackle that she cannot shake off in her life. The years are silent, crushing the romance and innocence of a generation.