This article involves some military service and childbirth. In short, it is not abusive or cheating, but warm and loving.
"Master Fei,"
"Baby, what's the matter?"
"Look, you haven't even written a love letter to me."
"Here, what do you want to hear? Write now." He said and came over with pen and paper.
"Well, look at it. They write it all in French. We're not that particular. Just English."
"Hey, we Chinese, what's so good about foreign writing?"
"Okay, let's not use foreign language anymore, let's do something real, Xiaozhan, um, Xiaozhan, this one is romantic."
After being separated for seven years, Mu Fei worked hard on editing with a copybook in his spare time, but Ji Wuyou had already left, and love letters were no longer necessary. During those days when I was a prisoner, my only pleasure was writing love letters in a small editor.