Lin Zhixia felt that her transmigration story was a bit of a roller coaster. One moment, she was a modern-day office worker who had grown up in an orphanage; the next, she was Lin Zhixia in the 1970s.
She hadn’t even had enough time to enjoy the good life before she was sent to the countryside.
“Great, now I’ll have to eat coarse corn buns and do farmwork. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.” With her money and ration coupons in hand, she sat in a jolting tractor and watched the road grow more and more remote, her heart sinking.
Who would have guessed that on this barren, dusty hillside in the middle of nowhere, she would find the one fate had chosen for her?
Jiang Yichen was a lone hero who had braved the world alone. His features were as cold as winter frost, and the villagers all said he was “hard-natured and not to be messed with.”
Until one day, he saw a young woman by the river, perched on a rock and sighing over half a corn bun, yet still sharing her only food with a stray dog.
Sunlight fell on her fluffy hair, and when she looked up and smiled, her eyes seemed to sparkle with stars.
Jiang Yichen’s heart, which had never stirred for anyone before, gave a thump and lost its rhythm.
He began appearing by her side without making a fuss:
When she struggled to carry water, she turned around to find him already shouldering the bucket.
When she was afraid of the dark and didn’t dare walk at night, steady footsteps always followed behind her.
When she craved meat, fresh fish or meat would be hanging on her fence the next morning, still dewy from the dawn.
“One day, she asked him, biting into a candied hawthorn skewer, her round eyes wide. “Jiang Yichen, you’re always so good to me. Do you like me?”
The tips of the man’s ears turned red. He turned and walked away, but when no one was around, he quietly clenched his fists.
Come on, support