An Lingrong died of swallowing bitter almonds.
When she opened her eyes again, she became An Lingruo, a girl from the county town. Born in 1994, in the first grade of junior high school in 2007, his grades were at the bottom of the class - zero in English, twenty-three in mathematics, and he couldn't even recognize all twenty-six letters.
Her mother, Li Xiulan, worked on a sewing machine at the market, earning five yuan to mend a pair of pants, and had just owed three thousand yuan for her rescue fee; her father, Lin Jianguo, worked as a foreman in the provincial capital and had a new family, but the monthly alimony of three hundred yuan was delayed.
The original owner secretly took her mother's sleeping pills after discovering that her father was cheating on her.
An Lingrong looked at Li Xiulan's back in front of the sewing machine and thought of her biological mother in her previous life who would only cry and say, "Lingrong, you have to live up to your expectations." She decided: In this life, she would not be anyone's pawn. She wanted to live for this girl and live as a person so that her mother wouldn't have to cry anymore.
She discovered that she had a talent - she had been embroidering for twenty years, and her hands were more stable when holding a paintbrush than an embroidery needle. The teacher said that she has "a talent that is rare to see in a century."
In 2007, the county's art resources were almost zero. "The Legend of Zhen Huan" will not be aired for another four years, and she still doesn't know the origin of her soul.
But she knew one thing: she wanted to become an art student. From the county studio, to the provincial capital training camp, to the university design department, and then to my own studio.
This is An Lingrong's second life. There is no palace fight, no frame-up, just a pen, a sewing machine, a mother who will not abandon her, and a long journey of her own starting from the county seat.
