In fairy tales, the prince and the princess get married and live happily ever after.
However, no love can last forever in the fortress of marriage.
Life is like a piece of chicken feather intertwined with firewood, rice, oil and salt. It is a dull and boring day after day.
This world is complex, with countless love, hatred, sorrows and joys being staged every day. In the long river of time, no matter how strong the love once was, it will gradually fade away; no matter how bright the love is, it will eventually be no match for this indifferent passing time.
Who can truly understand the taste of happiness?
Holding hands and growing old together, at the moment when we say the vows of love, don't we expect to be able to hold hands with the person next to us and love each other for a lifetime? Why don't you look forward to watching the setting sun in the west side by side with him when you grow old? But who knows that what can support us all the way is not earth-shattering love, but family affection as light as water?
When betrayal comes, should you make do with it or make a decision?
At the age of forty, walking in the middle of life, seeing all the solid marriages around me crumbling like quicksand, I picked up a pen and wrote this story.