Through the Famine Years, Big Sister Grows Strong and Beautiful

What would a man in his seventies say when he sees the first love of his life?

“Some people in the village have over a million in savings and won’t stop bragging. Guess how much I’ve got?”

He was in his early fifties in the year everyone had just started talking about becoming a “ten-thousand-yuan household.” He took odd jobs, worked as a bricklayer, ran a small factory, switched to making fertilizer bags, went bankrupt, then returned to his old line of work and opened a food factory. During the years in that decade when he was actually making money, he was basically achieving one “small goal” every year.

Even now, his only son doesn’t know he paid off his loans long ago.

He returned to village life as a teenager and has lived there ever since, saying he might as well be an orphan. This is the true story of an ordinary man’s rise from the bottom. Read it, and you too can start now and climb step by step to greater heights.

“Peach blossoms bloom, their leaves lush and green. Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen…” He silently repeated this unfamiliar name that stirred his heart. Before his eyes appeared a figure sitting quietly on a sun-drenched patch of grass, calling to him with a captivating smile that made his heart skip a beat. It was the name you had chosen together.

Enchanted by the steady young man in white, his clothes drifting in a windless air and wrapped in a gentle, warm glow, he felt as though time had stopped for more than fifty years.

If he made the flowing white clothes he’d seen in his dreams for so many years with his own hands, would the boy in his dreams wear them?