Those Years We Lived Again

At six in the morning, the county town was still shrouded in mist, but nothing could dampen the enthusiasm of the people. A long, winding queue stretched in front of the tightly shut supply and marketing cooperative window, taking up almost the entire street. In the line, a young boy kept rubbing his eyes and yawning, as if he still hadn't fully woken from his sleep. This was He Chen, who had inexplicably returned to 1981 a month ago.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.