This is a true story, but it is also a fictional story. When I was a child, I encountered such a strange family in the ward. The aunt in the next bed told me with a smile that the uncle who came to take care of her every day was not her husband, but her husband's lover. Hou was only 8 or 9 years old at that time and didn't understand anything. She just thought that what her aunt said was so strange. Wasn't her husband's lover herself? Why did he become another uncle? If the aunt's husband doesn't come to take care of her, why does her uncle always take care of her?
More than ten years have passed. When I was looking through old things by chance, I recalled every detail of those years and gradually understood the reason. Because we only met in the ward back then, this story is just a fictitious story based on my temporary feelings. But thinking about this family and the social environment at that time, I can imagine how difficult it was for them. This article is for no other reason than to commemorate those loves that were not tolerated by society, and to remember those who were struggling on the edge.