It's the Husband and Wife Who Are Noisy and Can't Break Up.

In the winter of 1975, a wedding was held in a cave dwelling in northern Shaanxi. Two borrowed quilts and a bowl of noodles to share. Zhao Du wore a borrowed red cotton-padded jacket and said to Lin Yanqiu: "I know you don't love me, but you can get by." She was right. He married her as a responsibility and a debt - when the cliff collapsed in 1970, she stayed with her for three days and three nights, and his first words when he woke up were "Marry me." He said, "It's you I'm waiting for," but there was another note in the collection of poems with someone else's name written on it. From the cave dwelling to the Tongzi Tower, from the tide to the empty nest. She threw the enamel jar and yelled, "You still have her in your heart." He fell silent, retreated, and wrote down all the unspeakable words in his diary. More than thirty books, forty-four years, and her name is on every page. Later he suffered a stroke and could not speak. He could still move his left hand, and he wrote crookedly on the writing board: "It's good that you are here." In the summer of 2023, he left. Finally, she wrote one word: "Wait." She held the golden wedding alone. Wearing an imitation red cotton-padded jacket and a washed-out red scarf, three silver bracelets clinked gently on her wrists. She raised the enamel jar to the empty chair and said, "Old Lin, happy golden wedding. In the next life, I will wait for you." Some marriages break up after a quarrel. Some marriages have been quarreling for fifty years, and finally discovered that the quarrel is the fate.

Come on come on come on. Life is a series of memories, and the first memory remains fresh over time...

I'm the only one creating. No assistant, no team. Once you concentrate on creating, you can't do anything else.

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