Era + having space + micro group portrait + short-lived parents + female growth + hunting in the mountains in the northeast + rebirth for revenge
In the snowy plains of Northeast China in the 1960s, the old Lu family had a baby named Lu Qingqing (Daidi). The good times did not last long. Her grandfather died of illness, her father died in an accident, and her mother remarried.
She became the spoiler brought by her biological mother and the old scalper of the whole family. She gets up before dawn to shovel snow, burn the kang, feed the pigs, and earn work points. When the hot pot is hot, she sticks to her stepbrother first, and when the kang is warm, it will never be her turn.
When she was eighteen years old, she was "sold" to a fifty-year-old widower for thirty yuan and became a widow within two years. Her biological mother took her home with tears in her eyes: "Daidi, your mother's family still loves you." She turned around and coaxed her to devote her whole life to her brothers and sisters. She was suffering from cancer in her old age, and she died alone in a cold hospital.
When she opened her eyes again, Lu Qingqing returned to her eighteenth year. She suddenly realized that she was not only an old scalper of the Wang family, but also a control group for her sister. The worse she was, the better her sister's life would be.
My mother confidently mentioned the "good marriage" of Lao Yan's family in the village next door.
Lu Qingqing silently planned a way out for herself.
She snatched away the golden finger of the sister in the control group, opened up the space in the courtyard, went to the mountains to hunt and collect herbs, became a barefoot doctor in the village, saved her grandmother's life, fed the bloodline of her martyr uncle, made a fortune, and was specially recruited to join the army.
Many years later, the former vampire family members were huddled in a drafty old house, listening to the praise and propaganda about Lu Qingqing on the brigade radio, and their intestines were filled with regret.
And Lu Qingqing, who was drained and abandoned by them, was standing under the red flag of the wind, with clear eyes, straight spine, and her chest covered with military medals, like a poplar that finally broke through the frozen soil and reached the sky.
