Fold Duckweed

On the winter night of 2003, Lin Xiufang died in the hustle and bustle of KTV and the coldness of the hospital. Covered in tubes and with ulcers on her lower body, she looked like a rag doll abandoned by the times. At the moment before her death, according to quantum theory, her consciousness fell into a bottomless "black hole corridor." Those forgotten, buried, and shamed memories are rewinding crazily on the retina like a revolving lantern—— When he opened his eyes again, a suffocating pain hit him. Outside the window is the bright sunshine of the spring of 1983. In the kitchen It was my mother's suppressed cough. She was reborn. Back to the age of seventeen, that crossroads of destiny. This time, she didn't panic, only a chill that penetrated her bones. She picked up the "Replacement into the Factory" form that her father had slapped on the table, her fingertips turning white from the exertion. In her last life, she regarded this form as a prison and desperately wanted to escape. In this life, she finally understood - the so-called "seeing the end at a glance" is actually "stability". The road she desperately wanted to jump out of was the one-way road to hell. Since God allowed her to see the sky full of catkins before she died, Since you can't change the outcome if you do it again, Then under this big tree called "Iron Rice Bowl", Accumulate a little more fat to withstand the cold winter. Highlights of the work Counter-routine rebirth: There is no counterattack feeling, only the pain of being awake. Others were reborn to change their lives, but she was reborn to see clearly the cruelty of fate. A microcosm of the times: From the cotton spinning mills of the 1980s, to the layoff wave in the 1990s, to the glitz and loneliness of the 2000s, it describes the struggles and ups and downs of an ordinary woman in the torrent of the times.