When Lin Xiuying opened her eyes, she became a poor girl who was going to be sold by her stepmother to be married off in 1977.
Under the hijab, a few lines of words suddenly floated before my eyes:
"Don't marry! That paralytic beats his wife!"
"Look around the corner! Veteran Gu Shen will be the richest man in the future!"
"Remember: Tomorrow the price of black market eggs will change from 30 cents to 90 cents."
She was heartbroken, pulled off her hijab and walked towards the corner.
"Gu Shen, I've been with you." Her voice was not loud, but it made the whole room stunned. "They all said that your ingredients are not good, but I am not afraid. I can make you eat well, and I can also make you a household worth ten thousand yuan."
Gu Shen stared at her for three seconds: "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Later——
The villagers discovered that these two unwanted people got together and their lives went too far.
While others competed for work points, Lin Xiuying relied on the guidance of "those words in front of her eyes" to resell eggs, stock up on fabrics, and make cakes. She earned more in three days than others did in a year.
Others laughed at her for dreaming of getting into college, but she turned around and won the top prize in the province.
While others dared to set up stalls on the street, her "Xiuying Pastry" brand had already spread to Beijing and Shanghai.
Those words still pop up every day:
"Be careful! Your cousin is back again and wants to steal your business!"
"Attention! Your husband's 100-billion-dollar business will start tomorrow!"
Until one night, Gu Shen circled her in front of the counter of the shop he had just purchased, and breathed into her ear:
"Those words... Did they tell you how long I have endured?"
