Lin Wan died once.
When she was sixteen, she was coaxed by her second aunt to go to the town's lantern festival and wander into the mountains for four years. By the time she managed to escape home with half her life, the old sycamore tree in the yard had long been cut down, and her grandma died alone with half a crumpled candy wrapper in her hand. She didn't even get to see her for the last time. That became a regret carved into her bones.
When she opened her eyes, she was transported back to the New Year's Eve of 1976. In the pocket of the cotton-padded jacket, there was still a soft candy that grandma had just stuffed. It was tightly wrapped in three layers of candy wrappers. It felt warm when my fingertips touched it, and it was exactly as sweet as in my memory.
This time, she will never let tragedy happen again. He exposed his second aunt's evil intentions in public and cut off the cause of the problem. He protected his younger brother who was on the verge of dropping out of school and continued his studies. With his accounting skills that he was forced to have in a desperate situation in his previous life, he started by collecting mountain goods to earn his first pot of gold. He picked pickles, ground tofu, dried mountain delicacies, built a small workshop in a side house into "Linjiafang", and then created the nationally renowned mountain delicacies brand "Wutong Ji".
Xu Jianguo, who had returned from the army, was her most stable supporter. From a chance encounter while delivering goods to her support in mortgage of his old house, he waited silently for six years and only said: "You run forward, and I'll follow behind." Grandpa dug all his worries into the wood, including wooden candy boxes, wooden signs, and wooden paperweights. He never said a soft word, and every object contained silent support. Grandma always kept the candy in her pocket, regardless of how much hardship she suffered outside, and just said "have you eaten it?" She pressed the candy wrappers she had saved for half a life flat, and gently stuffed them into her palm before she died.
From the loess courtyard in the 1970s to the high-rise offices of the millennium, the sycamore tree has sprouted new branches one after another, but the sweetness of sugar has never changed. She earned a huge family fortune, protected her closest family members, and turned all the debts and regrets from her previous life into the warmth that is within reach in this life.
Concept: an Eastern family epic that encompasses family redemption, female growth, struggle of the times, and family inheritance.