In the summer of 2003, Shen Nian woke up from a fire.
She was eighteen years old again, returned to the small room facing north, and heard the sound of her mother stepping on the sewing machine on the balcony.
In this life, she will not be anyone's substitute or steal anyone's name.
She was just the daughter of a tailor, the child of a deaf-mute mother.
She took a very slow road - repeated education, teacher's college, caring classes in urban villages, and dilapidated classrooms of more than ten square meters.
There are no shortcuts, no cheats, and no bosses.
She only did one thing: use the name "Chen Nian" and make this name her own.
Sixteen years later, she was sitting under the old locust tree wearing a blue dress that her mother had embroidered for four months.
The wind blew down the locust flowers all over me.
She was finally not afraid anymore.
"People will write lies even in a diary that only they can read." - But in this life, Shen Nian's diary contained only the truth.
Purpose: The greatest counterattack in life is to live openly and with your own name as a light
