When I woke up, I became Chen Mo, the hunter in the Northeast Valley in 1983.
The family is destitute, both parents are dead, and they still have a young sister with them.
Everyone in the village said I was finished until I shouldered my shotgun and went into the mountains with my hunting dogs.
Tracking and trapping bears on snowy nights, I became the youngest "leader" within a hundred miles.
But just when life was getting better, Ye Xiaoyue, an educated youth from Shanghai, came to the village. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, but frail and sickly.
I hunted the best martens to make her a coat, and picked the wildest wild ginseng to replenish her body.
She taught me how to read and read, and there was a starlight in her eyes that I couldn't understand.
The villagers laughed at me: "Mountain gunner still wants to eat swan meat?"
I just hunted a live deer for her on a snowstorm night and warmed her cold hands and feet with its blood.
Later, on the day when the notice for her return to the city came out, she asked me with red eyes: "Chen Mo, do you want a wife or not?"
