From 1942

The biggest advantage of this novel is not "cool", but "true". On top of these "real" sufferings, a story about "how family members become each other's armor" is told. When Qian Tu said on the ruins, "I am old and I am old as a person," I felt filled with emotion! Thousands! Thousands! This is a novel with bones. It is written about the poor and about dignity. Looking forward to your arrival! A moment of silence for the ancestors who passed away in the Central Plains in 1942! The starving ghost is reincarnated and starts in hell mode. He died of hunger in 1942, and his soul transformed into an ancient baby. Before she even opened her eyes, she was thrust into her mother's arms and sucked her milk - the problem was, her mother didn't have any milk either. He starved to death in his previous life, but cannot afford to eat in this life; his parents are more unreliable than the other, but they are still working hard to survive; the most absurd thing is that the father of this "second-generation gangster" is a thief, but he looks like an immortal. What did dad steal? Who's knocking on the door? Can the family survive this winter? In a word: Only those who have been hungry understand how life-threatening this mouthful of milk is.

Why can't I see the content that so many people have reviewed? I can only see the number of reviews. Am I blocked? Jianghu in a piece of cake. High praise👍 The family is poor and has great ambitions, and it makes people cry. Superpowers and dilemmas fly together, warm and thorny.

Spiritual spring water, Sister Hua, earthworms, she-bear kneeling down, Qian Cheng's dream - these fantasy settings are not simple "gold fingers", they are probably metaphors for the memory of the land. The second time I read it, it's quite interesting, but it's a pity that there is no follow-up. It would definitely be amazing if I expanded it and wrote about it.