A Two-Daughter Family in the 1980S

[Previously titled "A Young Woman from the Republic of China Transmigrates to the 1980s" and "The 1980s Need Talents Like Me for the Motherland". A slice-of-life, coming-of-age story.] When I opened my eyes again, everything before me was both familiar and strange. The sharp smell of disinfectant, the white walls, the medical staff in white coats: all of it was so familiar. But everyone wore a calm, peaceful expression, with no fear of a life in turmoil. After a brief blank, an unfamiliar memory flooded into my mind. Finally, a voice said to me, "Wanwan, from now on, live well in my place." It turned out that my soul had transmigrated. I was now the real daughter of the Jiang family, switched at birth and recently returned by the adoptive mother who had suddenly found her conscience. - The Jiang family's real daughter had returned, and everyone on the island expected their household to be turned upside down. But as the days went by, nothing of the sort happened. Jiang Wanwan: A fight for affection between the real and fake daughters? No, no. Her eyes shone as she gazed toward the fluttering red flag in the distance. Beneath the flag, a few large words had been painted on the school building: Study for the revival of China. Though this was still a poor era, to her it was already the best of times. - From a young woman of the old era, to a student on a fishing island, to a designer in the new era. My heart burns with passion, all for China. For a splendid land, for peace and prosperity. --- Upcoming novel --- Please add "The 1980s: My Older Stepsister Is as Unruffled as a Chrysanthemum" to your collection~ "You're the older sister. You have to give way to your younger siblings." "Every family has to have one child who makes sacrifices. You're the older sister, so who else is supposed to sacrifice?" Li Juan heard words like these nearly every day. In this era, it seemed only natural for an older sister to sacrifice for her family. But Li Juan, who had transmigrated here, had no intention of putting up with this supposed "common sense." Why should she be the one to sacrifice? Besides, those younger siblings were the children of her mother's new husband. Let them struggle as much as they had to. She had always been as unruffled as a chrysanthemum, never competing or fighting. She certainly wasn't going to fight for the chance to suffer. Her principle in both lives was simple: Let others suffer, not me. Theme: Strive for the revival of China.