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He was the most knowledgeable and handsome boy in the remote mountains, and she was the famously aloof village beauty in eight villages ten miles away. They were childhood sweethearts, loving each other and singing harmoniously. She thought they would be together for the rest of their lives. However, after he came back from working for half a year, he ran away with the middle-aged lady who had received compensation for her dead husband! She was so sad that she gave up on herself and unexpectedly lost the child in her belly. How should she go? Wrongful to marry another? Cruel revenge? Restart? Where will the great wave of social development and rural reform push her?

There is a kind of youth called special growth. They are the same as flowers. At the same age as flowers, they have chosen a path that seems to be full of flowers and specialties. They carried heavy luggage and traveled on unfamiliar roads in unfamiliar cities, exploring their own future in ignorance and confusion. The journey may be ignorant and hasty, and the road ahead is not clear and firm, but the youthful heart will always peel off the shell of shackles, keep the kind soul, and lead us young people into colorful growth. I would like to dedicate this book to those close friends and colleagues who have accompanied me in my youth! Also dedicated to you who are also talented students or not...