1970: My Six Childhood Sweethearts Are All Powerhouses!

Family life + ensemble cast in a bygone era + childhood friends + growing up

I hope you can find the version of yourself who belonged to that time.

The finest political maneuvering is helping Grandma Zhang fix a lightbulb; the strongest backing is Uncle Li saying, “I watched this kid grow up.”

In a Beijing hutong in 1970, five children stood in front of a frail six-year-old boy as he was called a “capitalist’s offspring.”

They didn’t know that by standing up for him, they were shielding him from half a century of storms, and that their act would also set six titans on a course to change the times.

Later, the whole world would be asking their names

The taciturn boy who always came first in class became the youngest “master strategist” at the national think tank. Foreign media called him “the East’s strategic mind.”

The sly kid who sold stamps on the sly and was chased three blocks became the owner of a multinational conglomerate twenty years later. A Forbes interview declared, “He bought the memories of the entire hutong.”

The sickly boy who studied acupuncture with medicine jars at his side solved a world-class problem. The Nobel Prize citation read, “He went from a coal shed in a hutong to the halls of human medicine.”

The pampered girl who loved dressing up and was criticized for her “petit-bourgeois tastes” went on to win an international Best Actress award. In her acceptance speech, she said, “I want to thank that dim streetlamp at the entrance to the hutong.”

The honest, taciturn simpleton earned first-class merit on the southern border battlefield. After leaving the military, he took charge of the security apparatus. His file classification: top secret.

The timid girl with pigtails who was the first to step forward used her pen to drive education reform. Her words appeared on the opening page of textbooks: “Education is giving every child a piece of candy.”

But when reporters swarmed them, all six titans vanished together.

Satellite tracking showed them crammed into an abandoned coal shed in the hutong, arguing heatedly over “who’s going to buy fermented mung bean drink today.”

And the coal