Lin Lin, a civil engineering graduate, submitted forty-seven resumes and received zero response.
"We don't want girls", "The industry is saturated", "Why don't you look for administrative positions" - she began to doubt the use of studying for four years.
One evening, she walked into the museum and touched a yellowed photo with her fingertips. After the dizziness, she sat in the 1937 class wearing a cotton cheongsam. Gunshots rang out and the teacher fell into a pool of blood.
She traveled through time and became the eldest lady of the Shen family. In this era, mountains and rivers are broken and refugees are everywhere. She was scared, shaking, and having nightmares, but she knew she couldn't hide forever.
She learned to build roads, bridges, and houses. She knows how to build the strongest fortifications with the least amount of materials.
From one person to a group of people. She joined the New Fourth Army and, together with workers, farmers, and soldiers, built bridges, roads, hospitals, and fortifications during the war. There is no golden finger, no halo of the heroine, only the pen in the hand and the road under the feet. They learn from each other, support each other, and use the power of ordinary people to pave the way for the future of New China.
In 1949, she and her team stood in Tiananmen Square and watched the five-star red flag rise.
When I woke up, I had only spent one night in the museum.
Lin Lin turned off her phone and reopened the recruitment website. This time, she was no longer confused.
The essence of reading is not to make you richer, but to give you the knowledge and strength to protect yourself and those around you.
