Happiness truly doesn't come easily.
It didn't fall from the sky; it was cultivated with sweat, fought for with courage, and protected with perseverance.
Lin Wanqiu closed her eyes, her smile growing even gentler. She seemed to see the thatched cottage of the 1960s, and herself standing tall against the wind and rain; she saw the food factory, and herself busy amidst the roar of the machines; she saw the dance studio stage, and herself watching her daughter dance gracefully, her eyes filled with joy.
Those bygone years, those unforgettable memories, have all become the most precious treasures in my life.
"Tingzhou," Lin Wanqiu said softly, "I am content to be with you, to have Nian'an and Nianxi, and to have this family in this life."
Shen Tingzhou tightened his grip on her hand, his voice filled with deep affection: "Me too."
A gentle evening breeze rustled the leaves of the grapevines, as if whispering tales of bygone years. The osmanthus in the courtyard continued its quiet bloom, releasing its fragrance. Under the moonlight, two elderly people, who had shared a lifetime of love and companionship, nestled together, gazing at the profusion of flowers in the yard, at the light streaming through the window, and at this hard-won happiness.
The future is long. She will accompany Shen Tingzhou, watching the sunrise and sunset together, appreciating the spring flowers and autumn moon together; she will watch her grandchildren grow up, watch her great-grandchildren take their first steps, and watch "Late Autumn Foods" and "Fanghua Dance Studio" move towards a broader future.
Looking back on half a lifetime, thorns and flowers have coexisted; looking forward to the rest of my life, warmth and happiness will last forever.
This is the story of Lin Wanqiu's life. From a widow suffering hardship to a successful entrepreneur, she used her own hands to compose a magnificent chapter in her life.
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