In 1974, Shen Lingyi died in a rented house, clutching an old silver bracelet left by her mother. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the three days before she was sent to Beidahuang.
In this life, she is no longer aloof. The silver bracelet hides the spiritual spring. She follows the mountain guard to identify herbs and collect ginseng, gaining confidence to survive in the ice and snow. Until the soldier with the scar on his left eyebrow fell in the snow, she dragged him for twenty miles in the wind and snow.
"I have a good background, fully paid wages, and a son." He Zheng said, "Are you willing to join the army?"
She is married. Not for clinging, just for the college entrance examination in 1977, for that child who was born with deficiencies but full of vigilance, and for a light waiting for her to go home in the bitter cold border.
The north wind knows what I want and blows my dream of white birches.
