When he opened his eyes, Zhang Chuchu returned to junior high school.
I was huddled upstairs in a drafty wing with my eldest sister, Xueba, with unpaved wooden boards underneath me.
In her previous life, she was tired of this dilapidation and tried her best to escape. In the end, she was left homeless for half her life.
But the eldest sister started from this drafty wooden house and gradually went to a top university.
This time Zhang Chuchu looked at the cracks in the roof where the moonlight leaked in, and suddenly smiled.
This time, she also wanted to see if the people sleeping on the wooden boards could clear the way.
