I was approaching 30 back then. As an ancient Chinese saying goes, a man is supposedly independent at the age of 30. But how could I move on when I was still financially dependent? Should I keep biding my time or simply let my movie dream go? Thankfully, my wife offered me much-needed encouragement just in time.
My wife and I were college mates. As a biology major, she graduated into a small research institute as a drug researcher with awfully meager pay. Our elder son Li Han was born into such a struggling family while I was going through a rough patch in career. Those were the tough years when, apart from reading books, watching movies and writing screenplays all at home, I took care of house work all on my own, ranging from grocery shopping, cooking and babysitting to housecleaning, simply to offset my sense of guilt deep down. As far as I can recall, whenever the night fell, I, as a rule, prepared dinner and sat at the doorway with my son, telling him stories while waiting for “the brave hunter-mother taking home her game (i.e., our living expenses)”.