My husband is extremely elegant. At least in my opinion, he is a very good person.
The gentleman looks like a poor scholar, and in fact he is. My husband doesn't have many serious jobs, so he picks some "leisure work" to do on weekdays. The rest of the time, he either teaches me how to read, or he immerses himself in writing non-stop.
I never knew what he was writing. I only remember a few words he muttered throughout the day.
"Jinsi, the book you are reading now is not just for you."
"Jinsi, you have to live well"
"I think it's time to go study."
"Recent thoughts,..."
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I can't understand, I don't like studying, I don't understand Mr.
However, my husband asked me to live a good life, but he himself did not live a good life.
If so, what's the point of his life?
I have asked this question countless times, but he has never answered.
Later, my husband told me through his actions that it was meaningful.
It's for primary school students to practice writing, so don't take it too seriously. If there is anything wrong, please tell me, thank you.
It's purely fictional history. The capital of the country is not China. The ending is a bit sloppy. Please feel free to spray it.
Intention: None