After Returning to the Village, I Became Popular by Complaining About Rural Life in Northeast China.

After returning to the village, I became popular by complaining about rural areas in Northeast China. On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, I, Luo Xiaoqing, finally escaped from the city grid. While I was standing at the entrance of the village dragging my 28-inch suitcase, Douyin was pushing photos of my former colleagues drinking coffee in the CBD. I lowered my head and scrolled through the short video I had just cut on my phone: #what can I buy with 5 yuan# The moment the likes exceeded 1,000, neighbor Aunt Wang put her head over and shouted: "Xiaoqing, your mother asked you to go home quickly - the frozen dumplings fell to the ground and were picked up by dogs!" I rushed home and forgot to turn off the camera, accidentally recording the magical material that went viral on the Internet. The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the small year. The north wind is like a thin needle wrapped in it, pricking into the seams of people's bones. Luo Xiaoqing dragged the 28-inch suitcase that had been with her for five years and was covered with shipping marks, and stepped on the snow shell at the entrance of the village. The wheels of the box sank into the compacted snow, making a muffled sound, which was very similar to her feeling of being out of breath after staying up late and working overtime in a city office building. The air was crisp, with the burnt aroma of burning firewood and the pure smell unique to frozen soil. It was poured into the lungs, diluting the year-round warmth of exhaust fumes and central air conditioning in that coastal city. She stopped and took a deep breath. The cold made her nose feel sore, but she felt inexplicably at ease with being alive. The phone buzzed and vibrated in the pocket of her down jacket. She knew it without looking at it. It was Douyin that accurately pushed the daily life of her "exquisite" former colleague Li Li. Sure enough, on the screen, Li Li was sitting in front of the spacious and bright CBD floor-to-ceiling window, holding the handle of a delicate coffee cup with her fingertips, with the blurred city in the background.