Falling in love with the wrong person at the wrong time, is this kind of love essentially a complete mistake?
In the late 1960s, a storm swept across the entire land of China. Ruan Huaqiu, a painter who has returned from overseas, met Jiang Huanian, a young master from the south of the Yangtze River who was fleeing north on the winter night when the storm began. A bowl of hot pimple soup, a stable job, and a safe place to live completely entangled the young master with the painter.
However, Tianjin Wei's mundane affairs always happen one after another. It is really difficult for two unidentified teenagers to live a stable life in it...
The background is the old Tianjin Wei, see the article for details. Little abuse. Ruan Huaqiu narrates it in the first person. The sisters who cannot accept it should pay attention to avoid lightning.
Because the topic is quite mg, sisters, please respect the characters in it.
PS: I am not qualified to judge history, I am just a storyteller.
——Adapted from real events——
Purpose: Love the country, love the party and love the people