"Your mother died, and she didn't even have enough money to pay for the coffin. This house belongs to your uncle!"
On a night when heavy snow closed the village, five-year-old Lin Niandong was kicked out of the house.
The three-year-old brother in her arms was convulsing with fever, but his little hands were holding her ragged cotton-padded jacket tightly, calling "Sister" vaguely.
Reborn from the king of special forces to a five-year-old orphan girl, she swallowed the smell of blood in her mouth and put the only dead leaves that could provide shelter from the wind into her brother's arms.
In order to reduce her brother's fever, she chewed bitter herbs and applied them to her little face;
In order to get the life-saving medicine that was stuck at the county hospital, she fought with the cold-blooded doctor alone.
Even though the wife of the county party committee director knelt in front of her with red eyes and wanted to take her into the compound to enjoy the blessings, she shook her head and refused.
She doesn't want adoption from a wealthy family, nor does she want the great unity of others' charity.
All she wanted was a pack of penicillin and a military kettle that could hold hot water.
People in the village said that her father had died a long time ago, and not even his bones were left.
But she knew that the coordinates representing her father were still dancing in her mind.
"Don't be afraid Nianqiu, sister will take you to find your father and we will go home."
