A Little Space in the 1980S

Qin Ning suffered enough in her previous life. This time, she wouldn’t be weak. If her own father tried to sabotage her, she’d turn the tables on him. If her own grandmother bullied her, she’d fight back. Reborn in the 1970s, she didn’t worry about going hungry or thirsty because she had a pocket dimension. She wasn’t afraid to outsmart and outfight the various troublemakers either. She had plenty of guts. She charged full speed down the road to prosperity, determined to become a rich, beautiful country girl. There was just one problem: she’d run into a handsome, scheming man, and she didn’t know what to do about him. Their first meeting. The handsome man looked refined and quietly said something to her. Qin Ning didn’t catch it. “You’re a grown man. Can’t you speak up?” Who knew the handsome man would shout for everyone to hear, “I like you!” “Letters Were Once Slow, the Roads Were Long, and One Loved Only One Person for a Lifetime” Handsome man: I really do like you. Qin Ning: I like myself too. “If I write you a letter every day, you’ll get to know me better.” “I think I’d get to know the mail carrier better that way.” “Tell me what you like, and I’ll buy it and send it to you.” “I like… buying land.” “What kind of land?” “The kind that’ll make you follow me faithfully to your grave.” “…!” “May We Face the Sea, with Spring Blossoms” Handsome man: What’s your dream? Qin Ning: Does getting rich while lazing around until I die count? “That’s all?” “That’s plenty. What about you?” “My dream is you.” “The Smoke Is Rising from the Kitchen. I’ll Wait for You at the Door. When We Grow Old, I’ll Wait for You in the Next Life.” Handsome man: People these days don’t write letters anymore. Qin Ning: So you’ve stopped writing letters too? “I do. I wrote you one yesterday.” “Where is it?” “Check your beeper!” Qin Ning pulled out the fashionable little gadget she’d just bought. “Honey, I love you.”