In the midsummer of 1998, the thirty-year-old failed Zhao Haitang breathed his last in a rental house. When he opened his eyes, he returned to his three-year-old childish body. In front of me are my parents who are about to collapse due to the wave of layoffs - my father works day and night shifts in the steel factory, and my mother clutches the crumpled pay stub and repeatedly calculates the salary. When the quarrel in her memory broke out again, she calmly uttered adult sentences: "You can make money by going to Yiwu to wholesale buttons."
After being sent to his grandmother's house in a mountain village in southern Hunan, Zhao Haitang, who was timid and timid in his previous life, now takes the initiative to open the creaking wooden door and make new friends. Wang Abao, a wild child digging lotus roots by the stream, blind grandma embroidering by the stove, Uncle Sun, a barefoot doctor who always secretly stuffed sweet potatoes for her... These friends who had been neglected by her have become the prism through which she understands the world in this life.
The junior high school classroom became her strategic high ground. With the concentration of an adult, she squeezed out three-dimensional problem-solving logic from mathematics textbooks. The perfect score in the monthly exam attracted the sharp eyes of the mathematics team leader: "City's Olympiad training team, do you dare to try?"
The sourness of a secret love that is not yet dead? In this life, she even enjoyed the tears shining in the old man's eyes when she used the competition bonus to buy a new quilt for her grandmother.
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