In China in 1994, I was 9 years old and in the fourth grade of primary school in a city that was neither too big nor too small. At that time, our family lived in a house assigned by my mother's work unit. It was less than 90 square meters, and we had to pass through a narrow alley to get in and out. Every time I went home, I would linger at the entrance of the alley for a long time. I would not dare to follow someone in until someone came in. Otherwise, I would rather not go home than walk on that dark path alone. I clearly remember that the city had distinct seasons and was lined with small markets. In the summer, barbecue vendors would crowd the entire riverside, and the shadows of pushcarts would be seen all the way. Our whole family would often go for a walk by the river after dinner, and then my cousins and I would clamor for barbecue. At this time, my grandma would always take out a two-dollar bill and buy each of us a bunch of 50-cent potatoes, and then watch with a smile as we ate with satisfaction. In my memory, this city has only snowed twice. It was not heavy, but it had a very festive atmosphere. Of course, that was the China in my memory, the 1994 in my memory...
I always remind myself that I must be satisfied and cherish my blessings. Even if I am reborn, I will still be with my parents, right? You still live in this city, right? It's still the same China, isn't it? Even though there is no sex at all in this China, even though this city is completely unfamiliar to me as it matures, even though my parents' relationship is far from as good as I remembered, even though I was horrified to find that my body is definitely not what I remembered...
PS: The heroine is just a little person who is a bit cowardly and stubborn. Don't expect her to make any big waves, that's all...