He used to be militaristic and unscrupulous, and he was the one who trampled everyone under his feet, but in the end, everything he did was to give his wife and children a bright future.
Three thousand strokes of painting were done in the hall, and ninety thousand nights of joy amidst hardship.
When we first met, Lin Shuyi was a seventeen-year-old young girl, the daughter of the Secretary-General of the Economic Department, solitary and bright; he was Qin Zirang, known as the Wolf of the Northwest, a suave warlord who married the concubine of his sixth wife.
They met, lost, fell in love, separated from each other, supported each other, and relied on each other. In the late night, the Qin family experienced several ups and downs, from peak to decline, from the north of the Great Wall to the south of the Yangtze River. In the end, only Lin Shuyi was by Qin Zirang's side.
Intention: I traveled three thousand miles non-stop just to miss the ninety thousand nights I promised you.