He was in his forties and still single, not because he had never married, but because both of the wives he had married abandoned him. The ex-wife he had once hated remarried, and the beloved second wife, Zhen, died in a car accident. By chance, both wives had left behind diaries, which he stored in the corner of his wardrobe, always wanting to read but never daring to, fearing it would break his heart. Finally, on a sleepless night, he nervously took out the two diaries.\
Carefully, he turned to a page, where the messy and unruly handwriting belonged to his ex-wife: I really envy Zhang's sister for having an amazing and fortunate husband. But mine is not good at speaking or socializing. As soon as he gets off work, he rushes home, fiddling with this and tinkering with that, and also always fussing; even when I eat a fish, he has to repeat “don't get stuck” more than three times. Ah, how did I end up with such a complacent, petty man!\
Second page: Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Zhang's sister's husband bought her a huge bouquet of flowers and a very expensive coat. I went home and mentioned it to my husband, and he didn't even know what day Valentine's Day was, let alone a gift. Over all these years, he has never bought me a single gift on his own. My nice clothes and necklaces were always obtained by my shameless persistence—it really makes me feel sad to think about it!\
Third page: We had a cold war for two days, and he didn't even know why. The night before, I finally felt like chatting and being affectionate, but he insisted I go to sleep first, turning his back to read a book himself. What a dull, passionless blockhead! If this continues, I'm going to look for another man!\
Fourth page: Today, we fought bitterly. He treats me like a blockhead, but with our neighbor Yuehua, he's all charm and even helps her carry groceries! I wouldn't be polite either—tomorrow Brother Chen asks me to sing, and I've already accepted…\
At this moment, he could no longer continue reading, angrily threw the diary away, and the memories of past quarrels and turbulence gnawed at his heart, making him feel as if he had returned to those hellish days.\
He picked up the other diary. On the light lotus-colored pages, neat and graceful handwriting danced before his eyes: Many friends' husbands, though wealthy and powerful, are constantly busy with social climbing, drinking, and carousing, leaving their wives to face loneliness and empty rooms helplessly. My husband, however, is like a sage hidden in the secular world, detached from fame and wealth, enjoying the calm and serene life.He is extremely caring and considerate towards me. Even when I eat fish, he repeatedly reminds me, 'Don't get it stuck.' In our simple, elegant, warm, and peaceful little home, love ripples like the sea and the abyss. This deep and sincere love is something that no amount of material wealth can replace!\
Page 2: Tonight, I was moved to secretly cry because I discovered a secret: the more tired my husband is during the day, the more he lets me sleep first while he turns his back to read. In fact, he is already exhausted and sleepy, with no energy to read. But he knows his own flaw clearly: if he is tired during the day, he will snore at night. Fearing that I won't be able to sleep, he came up with this trick to let me sleep first. I discovered this secret after pretending to fall asleep. My husband's love is long-lasting and meticulous!\
Page 3: Today, I once again felt my husband's love everywhere. A few days ago, despite the hot weather, my husband helped the neighbor girl fix her bike. During the days he went on a trip, the neighbor girl who had previously argued with me was unexpectedly very considerate towards me. Thanks to her help, I was able to get to the hospital in time when I had appendix inflammation. My husband's love was lent to me in advance!……\
As I watched, my vision blurred, and unknowingly, my tears fell. He clutched the pillow that his beloved wife used, drifting into sleepy intoxication. In the haze, he returned to the blissful days intertwined with his wife like a paradise.\
One day, an acquaintance advised him, 'Zhen has been gone for three years, you should start a family again. I heard your ex-wife is living alone now, and she wants to remarry you. Why don't you just be together?' Before finishing, he shook his head like a rattle: 'No, no, I will only be with a woman who understands me, that is paradise.' The acquaintance said, 'Zhen is surely someone who understands you, but she is gone, paradise is gone.' He said, 'Even if the woman who understands me is gone, the memories she left me are paradise!' After that, the two looked at each other in silence.