Xie Mingming couldn't figure out why eating crabs was a crime. She who was supposed to be a transparent person for four years in college suddenly felt like she was on a roller coaster. It was fast and had many twists and turns. She couldn't see the end of the twists and turns. She often saw the school girls biting their handkerchiefs and looking at her with tears, and the senior sisters scratching with forks. Pan's eyes shot cold arrows, and all the senior brothers looked compassionate but helpless. Mingming Sangdu looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with tears in his eyes, and muttered, "It's not my fault that I ate. If I ate crabs, it's my fault..."
Many years later, Yin Yan was leaning against the door of his kitchen with a smile on his face, watching his wife drooling over the fat crabs in the basin. He uncontrollably remembered their first acquaintance, which was a story about a thousand-mile marriage and a "crab".