In the famine years, Luo He was only one handprint away from exchanging the freedom of work in the next few years for a bag of grain.
That night, a meal and a letter suddenly appeared in the old makeup box left by my mother.
The person who sent the letter was her twenty years later.
The other party remembered what she liked to eat, and also knew how the man who handed over the grain bag would later regard this kindness as a debt that she would never be able to repay in her lifetime.
This time, Luo He did not press the fingerprint.
Relying on the food money and reminders sent by her future self, she recovered her back wages, left her old home, and took over an abandoned mill by the river. The roof was leaking and she was short of money, but she wanted to give it a try - hang her own sign on the door, keep the money she earned, and have a hot meal waiting for her after a long day's work.
She always thought that twenty years later, she would already be living such a life.
Until she discovered that the person who sent her meals and gave her advice was being forced to accept a loss that did not belong to her.
It turns out that she helped her younger self avoid the old path, but she was still stuck in that period of life.
The makeup box can send things here and send them back.
This time, it was her turn to support her future self.
