The chirping cicadas of 1980 smashed against the blue brick wall. Lin Xiaoman stared at the cracked enamel bowl in his hand, his throat tightening. The rough cornmeal batter was tinged with a faint yellow color, and there were a few black noodle lumps stained on the rim of the bowl. She lowered her head and looked at her white-washed Deliang shirt, with patches on the cuffs, and then she was convinced that she was not dreaming - she had really traveled through time and became a military wife in Hongxing Village next to a certain military station.
The memories of the original owner came flooding back.
