In 1982, the twelfth lunar month, the moat.
I woke up from the flames of the apocalyptic base explosion and found that I was an eighteen-year-old girl who had just committed suicide by jumping into a river.
The adoptive mother was sitting by the bed with an impatient look on her face: "I'm just marrying someone for my sister. As for seeking death and finding a living? Gu Gong is married for the second time, but she is an engineer, and it costs more than 80 yuan a month!"
I swallowed the fishy smell of river water in my mouth and nodded.
I marry.
Not for anything else, just because the dying system in my mind told me: If I want to survive, I have to engage in scientific research. The "Gu Gong" whom he had never met before was an engineer from the National Defense Research Institute.
On the wedding night, the groom slept in the laboratory. My stepson was eleven years old and threw me a copy of "Advanced Mathematics": "Don't pretend to be my stepmother if you don't understand."
The next day, I pointed out the error in his question.
There was a common faucet in the Tongzi Building. It froze in the winter. I repaired it using the principle of thermal expansion and contraction. A group of aunts were stunned to see it.
The cold man began to look at me with complicated eyes.
What's even more troublesome is that the "sister" who asked me to marry me always looks at me strangely - the word "last life" occasionally pops up in her mouth. Recently, she often went to the research institute and met in the snow with a technician who "cannot find this person."
The winter of 1982 was very cold. But in this dilapidated tube building, there were steaming meals, a genius stepson with a tough mouth and a soft heart, and a man who came back late at night in the snow just to make sure I was safe.
No matter who sent him, no matter which life she came back from.
I will protect this family.
