Chen Zhiyi was pursued by good fortune all her life.
Before she was even born, her family won the lottery for seven months straight, and their savings grew from a few thousand yuan to over five million. They tore down their dilapidated two-story house and built a three-story home, planted a ginkgo tree in the yard, and drove a Wuling Hongguang back home. The Jiang family, poor for half a lifetime, suddenly became rich.
A fortune-teller said, “This girl is blessed. She’ll bring good fortune to your entire family.”
And he was right.
At three, she had a photographic memory. In eighth grade, she cracked a military cipher and was awarded a military rank ahead of schedule. At university, she finished four years of coursework in a single day and casually made a fortune in the stock market. When her eldest brother’s company ran into trouble, she threw eight billion yuan at it without batting an eye.
But Chen Zhiyi felt these weren’t her greatest blessings.
Her greatest blessing was that, when she was three, the old man she rescued insisted on arranging a childhood betrothal and foisting the little tyrant of the Lu family in Beijing on her as her fiancé.
The little tyrant stopped acting up the moment he saw her. From then on, he followed her around calling her “big sister” for the rest of his life.
It was her third brother, fourth brother, fifth sister, and sixth sister: an extended family with three different surnames, crowded into the courtyard to eat watermelon, bicker, and fight over the TV. Every holiday, they returned to their hometown in a lively crowd to honor their ancestors, keeping the incense burning in the Chen village ancestral hall.
It was years later, when the ginkgo tree had grown tall, that she sat beneath it with the person who had stayed by her side all his life. They watched the children run around, their parents grow white-haired but remain strong, and the once ramshackle home now glow with light and warmth.
A lucky star descended, bringing blessings to the whole family.
Her good fortune had never meant only that her own life went smoothly. It meant that everyone she loved was safe and well.
It's okay. This book can also be said to be childhood sweethearts. It's just that we don't live in the same city, but we meet each other every winter vacation and summer vacation. No one can control the 5-year-old little devil at home. Zhizhi became very well-behaved when he first saw him. It's very good to read, but the ending is a bit fast and a bit concise.
Pass by, pass by, pass by