Returning to the Summer When I Was Twelve Years Old80

Forty-year-old Li Qingmai has achieved nothing. She is sitting in a rented house watching old dramas. The screen sings: "Father has a family, mother has a family, and I am left alone. It seems superfluous." She was stunned for a moment. At the end of the 1970s, a large number of educated young people who went to the mountains and villages returned to the cities from the countryside. Dad chose to abandon mom and her two-year-old daughter. Ten years later, she went to a big city to find her father, who started a new family and had a son named Jin Dou. She was put into a relative's house, where she slept on the sofa, got up early to cook, and watched people's faces. The new mother took her over and said with a smile: "This will be your home from now on." Then little by little she was raised to be a useless person with no education or skills. * When she woke up the next day, Li Qingtai found herself standing in front of the small shop in the alley, holding an orange landline phone in her hand. The voice of her long-dead mother came from the receiver: "Tsingtai, are you over there, okay?" Twelve-year-old Li Qingmai was stunned, and suddenly burst into tears: "No, Mom, I am not doing well." * In the summer of 1988, the cicadas were chirping loudly, the sun was making the asphalt road hot, and orange soda and sweet watermelon were sold in the small shop behind me. Mom is still alive, and it's not too late. [This is the best era, her golden age. *I have a CP and childhood sweethearts, but I have to have emotional drama after I become an adult. *Farming flow, business writing, family life is short and slow Saved on June 25, 2026 Purpose: Live hard