Lin Zhiyi died once.
Thirty-five years old, single, a troubled person in the workplace, collapsed in a rented house and no one knew about it.
Before her death, she had just finished reading a book. In the book, there was a man named Chen Weidong, a rural youth in the 1980s who went to jail to save his wife and died alone after being released from prison.
She wrote an 800-word essay for him in the comment area: Such a man should not have such an ending.
When she woke up, she was lying in the county hospital in 1982. She was eighteen years old and was about to take the college entrance examination.
When she looked up, she saw the young man in old military uniform looking towards her at the corner of the corridor.
——The eyes are as heavy as a well, hiding deep feelings that no one can understand.
Later he asked her: "Why are you so nice to me?"
She said: "Because when I didn't know what love was, you told me with your actions what 'nothing is more important than you' means."
This time, it was her to protect him.
Accompany him through rumors, accompany him from the countryside to the provincial capital, and accompany him to turn a dilapidated repair shop into a machinery factory.
She wanted the man who was supposed to die alone to have her by his side every year.
