Red and White

In the streets where luxury and poverty coexist, at the blurred junction of the new era and the old era, Bai Yuyin wanders and makes a living by relying on the remaining weddings and joys. So many years have passed by like smoke. The first encounter was her wedding and the second was her husband's funeral. "I thought her name was Mei from roses, but it actually means plum from plum blossoms, which bloom in the twelfth lunar month." "Later I learned that Jiangmeizi is a kind of plant, only wild ones." "The dress I wore at the funeral was white, and the dress she wore at the wedding was red. Jiang Meizi was also red." "The poor are worried about lack of money, and the rich are afraid of bankruptcy. What should we do in this world?" "I am thirty years old, and in my thirties, I have indeed married and started a business. I want to tell myself twelve years ago: You later got married, got your brother back, and opened a restaurant, and the business is good. It's good like this." Concept: Life is impermanent, just red and white