As simple and pure as a colorless black and white world.
The elderly can squat on the kang, smoke their pipes and listen to the radio box above their heads, listening to news, radio dramas, songs played on records, and various brigade notices of varying lengths.
Just like my grandpa who has finished dinner at this moment.
In Wan Feng's eyes, this is just a black and white photo, which is remote, ancient, nostalgic, but more of a touch.
Wan Feng lay on the beach, gazing at the starry sky, with ripples in his heart.
Although I am now in this world, I always feel that I am outside of this world.
He is like a photographer taking black and white photos, looking at the scenery in the lens, which is both real and unreal.
Some relatives and good friends from the previous life emerged from the depths of his memory one by one, passing before his eyes like black and white photos. Some made him smile, some made him hate, and some made him cry.
Until a female shadow emerged.
This woman of average looks was Wan Feng's wife in his previous life. She was a woman of great backbone, a woman who would stick to a path until the end once she had chosen it.
A woman with whom Wan Feng had lived for more than 20 years but for whom he had little affection.
Even though this woman had a good heart and was very kind to Wan Feng's parents and had no messy affairs, Wan Feng did not want to have any more contact with her in this life.
There is nothing worth his attachment to a woman who never listens to men and always does what she wants.
The photo of this woman floated past Wan Feng's eyes, and another photo slowly emerged.
This is a child of five or six years old, holding an apple and crying loudly...
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