The day I transmigrated into the body of an orphaned girl in 1980, I almost got dragged off by my awful aunt to be traded for a bride price. Then a voice suddenly rang in my ear: [Livestream started. Viewers can send me packages through the livestream.]
Old Zhang from Northeast China sent over a package of spicy strips, saving my life.
And so my story in the 1980s began.
I went from being a temporary worker to...
Later, I opened a factory, built a brand, and became one of the first women entrepreneurs of the reform and opening-up era.
The day the livestream ended, Old Zhang sent one last thing:
A photograph, with a message on the back: "Hey, girl, our whole family has been watching over you all along."
The 1980s were cold, but in the livestream, someone was always sending me spring.
