At 32, Su Xiaoran clutched an old photo album and cried until she fainted, three years after her parents' sudden deaths. She kept remembering how, when she was little and her family was poor, her mother washed sheets by the river in winter to scrape together her tuition money, freezing her hands until they cracked. Her father carried cement at construction sites to earn a few extra yuan, working until he coughed up blood. Later, she had done everything she could to buy a big house and a nice car, but she never got the chance to let her parents enjoy even a single day of comfort. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the earthen bed of 1998. Outside the window stood the familiar old locust tree, and she could hear her mother chopping potatoes in the kitchen. The calendar on the wall clearly read “September 1, 1998.” She was in third grade, and her parents were still young. Though the family was poor, the house was full of warmth and life. This time, Su Xiaoran clenched her little fists. Given another life, she would use her memories of the future to help her parents avoid pitfalls and make a fortune. She would turn all the “I love you”s she'd never said into daily “good morning”s and “good night”s, and make her parents the most envied, blessed family in the whole village!
