Old Marriage Certificates Cannot Lock the Spring

In his previous life, it took Su Zhihe a lifetime to understand that a person's life is never destroyed suddenly. It was a fifty-dollar gift, a "you are my sister", a concession after another, someone else deciding her marriage, spending her money, taking away her opportunity to study, and then telling her that this is how a woman should live her life. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the night in 1977 when she was eighteen years old and was beaten into the woodshed by her father. Outside the door, my mother had accepted the fifty yuan gift from the Zhang family and was going to use it to build a house for her younger brother; but on the radio, the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination had just come. This time, Su Zhihe didn't have a golden finger and couldn't remember the test questions. All she had was the wounds from her previous life and an "unwillingness" that was decades late. Some people exchanged their daughter's books for their younger brother's new clothes; some people made money all their lives but never touched their money box; some people were beaten but were still advised to "bear with it"; and some people couldn't even write their own names. Su Zhihe can hand out a lamp, but he cannot finish his life for anyone. Because she finally understood that the life that truly belongs to a person is not someone who chooses a better path for her. But one day, she was finally able to hold the pen and write her own name.