When Liang Dong woke up, he was back in the compound in 1965.
No pocket dimension, no sign-in panel, just a humble little room and a gentle wife who depended on him as much as he depended on her.
Faced with all the "demons and monsters" scheming in the compound, Liang Dong decided: He wouldn't go looking for trouble, but he wouldn't let himself be made a fool of, either!
With his superb carpentry and repair skills, Liang Dong brought order to their shabby little home. Radios, bicycles, sewing machines: he could assemble all the coveted things others could only dream of.
In spring, he took his wife for a stroll by Shichahai. In winter, they gathered around the stove indoors and roasted sweet potatoes.
In an era of scarce supplies, Liang Dong used his own two hands to write a gentle love song in a slower rhythm.
Those beasts in the compound want to bleed us dry? Sorry, you won't get so much as a single scallion from my home!
