1988, Estuary.
Su Jinghao got off the tractor holding her account book, her white shirt stained with red mud.
In the goods yard, Lu Yuanshan stood upright, his military boots ran over the cracks in the mud, and the scars on his knuckles rubbed against the crumpled cigarette paper.
She refused to accept the cigarette paper receipt, and when he turned around, the sound of military boots knocked halfway down the corridor.
Later, she dug out half a year's worth of old accounts and found that there had never been any mistakes in his inventory. On the day of the border trade checkpoint, she used the policy provisions to pry open the customs declaration gate. His jawline tensed up while holding a cigarette. His eyes lifted from the paper, stopped on her face for half a second, and then fell back.
Later, there was always a thermos bucket at the door of her office, porridge, soy milk, or hard-to-find pure milk. The sound of military boots rang twice at the door, paused, and then moved away again.
The banana leaves on the red soil slope were wilting and turning green again. One of them was settling accounts and the other was moving goods. Their shadows were stacked on the dirt, slowly giving off a bit of smoke and smoke.
Purpose: She later understood that the real protection is not to protect her from the wind, but to allow her to do things with peace of mind in the wind and rain.
