When I opened my eyes, I became my grandfather.
In 1976, in a mountain village in eastern Sichuan, seven sallow and skinny children looked at me under a kerosene lamp - the 13-year-old one was my dad.
Memories from my past life tell me that this family will be trapped in the ravine, without a single college student, and everyone is struggling to make ends meet. Because of "grandpa's" short-sightedness, all seven children took the wrong path in their lives.
But now, I am Jiang Jishi, a barefoot doctor and the helmsman of this family.
"Dad, I want to drop out of school and earn work points." The thirteen-year-old father whispered.
"I will earn the work points," I stared into his eyes, "your task is to study."
I know every turning point in history: the college entrance examination in 1977, the household responsibility system in 1980, and the spring breeze of the Southern Inspection in 1992. I collected medicines in exchange for money, forced every child to study, and pushed San Gu into the examination room in the year when the college entrance examination was resumed.
People in the village said that Dr. Jiang was crazy. He didn't even have enough to eat but wanted to support seven students.
They don't understand. When I looked at my father who had a fever and held his hot little hand, I had only one thought in my mind:
In this life, as a grandfather, I win back the life my father lost little by little.
This is a turnaround for the Jiang family.
He is a time traveler, the deepest salvation for his own bloodline.
