In 1979, Lin Jianyu was almost sold by his father. When I woke up, the wound on the back of my head was still hurting. There was a marriage certificate spread out on the table. The other person was Zhao Laishun, who had lost two wives. A voice said in her ear: "Don't be afraid, sister is here." A system called "Sister is here" told her: There are four women around you who need help. Helping them is also helping yourself.
Lin Jianyu pushed a wheelbarrow to sell cold noodles at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School. One bowl was sold for a dime, ranging from fifty bowls to one hundred and twenty bowls. She rescued her neighbor Wang Xiulan who was subjected to domestic violence and asked Xiulan to come to the store to help. Two women set up a small stall, and the reputation of the cold noodles spread further and further. At the sub-district office, she met Gu Changqing, a reporter from the provincial capital. He held up his camera and said to her, "Can I take a picture of you?" The picture made it into the newspapers. Lin Jianyu's cold noodle stall was seen by the entire county.
From a cold noodle stall to a breakfast shop, from a breakfast shop to Malatang, from Malatang to a food factory, Lin Jianyu's business has grown step by step. She picked up her younger sister from the countryside and sent her to school; she helped her mother get out of a violent home; she took the trapped women around her to find her own way. And Gu Changqing changed from a reporter to her most loyal recorder. He filmed her setting up a stall, opening a store, and signing the first contract in the new factory. In the sound of the shutter, the two hearts are getting closer and closer.
There was no grand confession, no earth-shattering oath.
But one day, after she finished her work for the day, she turned around and found that he was still there, holding a camera, waiting to take pictures of her.
"Have you had enough pictures?" She asked.
"No," he said, "I can't take enough pictures in my life."
Lin Jianyu smiled.
She knew that her life, and the lives of the women around her, were finally getting brighter little by little.
Concept: This is not a story about counterattack by relying on golden fingers. This is the story of a girl who stood up in the spring of 1979, then stretched out her hand and pulled up the women around her one by one. This is how their days brighten up little by little.