In 1985, my parents passed away and I had to live under someone else's roof.
The production team leader proposed to marry the disabled son of Director Liu's family, and the target was Cuihua at the east end of the village. The whole village said that the marriage was a sure thing.
But my aunt pulled me to the kitchen: "Yulan, you go and fight for it. Director Liu is a public servant, and if you marry someone, you will have an iron rice bowl."
Cuihua scolded me in the street as "a dependent girl without a father or a mother." I didn't cry. I just smiled and handed me a glass of water: "Each of you depends on your ability."
She didn't know that I was born again. In my previous life, I was the manager of Xinhua Bookstore. I know exactly which industry will make people rich and which used books are worth sky-high prices. Those yellowed thread-bound books in Director Liu's study are like a gold mine in my eyes.
The more fierce Cuihua made the fuss, the more Director Liu shook his head. I took the initiative to lower the bride price from two thousand to one thousand, just to let my fiancé go to work in the library.
On the day of worship, Cuihua stood outside the door wiping her tears. She thought I won the wedding.
Ten years later, she was squatting in the market selling vegetables, and I opened the largest bookstore in the county. Her daughter wanted to study but couldn't afford it, so I took the initiative to pay for it.
She asked me with red eyes: "What were you fighting for back then?"
I smiled——
"What I'm fighting for is not your man, but my own life."
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