At the age of thirty-one, Lin Xia died on the night of her birthday in an elevator that she couldn't get up and down.
In the last second before she died, what flashed through her mind was not fear or regret—it was her mother urging her to have a baby on the phone.
After three years of marriage, her husband doesn't even know what color lipstick she likes. After eight years of advertising, I wrote tens of thousands of headlines, but none of them were reserved for myself. Thirty-one birthdays passed, and the last one was nibbling cold buns in an empty office.
Then she woke up.
Lying on the upper bunk of the university dormitory. Next to the pillow is a Nokia 5230. There is a 2007 poster of Jay Chou on the bed board. The account book says - "Save up 500 yuan to go to Jay Chou's concert. Balance: 237.5 Yuan."
She went back to twelve years ago.
Once again, Lin Xia doesn't plan to be a heroine who changes her fate against the odds. She just wanted to go to the concert that she couldn't afford to buy because she was only fifty dollars short. I just want to accompany my mother for a physical examination before her body is weakened by a serious illness. I just wanted to stop pretending not to see it when the senior named Xu Muyuan inserted a note into her textbook. **
But she soon discovered that rebirth is not as simple as "avoiding mistakes."
The man who would become her husband in the future - Zhou Ming - was still a sophomore boy sitting in the back row of the auditorium taking notes carefully. He looked serious when asking questions and smiled cleanly. He was completely different from the person who later said "I won't be back tonight" on her birthday.
And Xu Muyuan, the senior who can write poetry, looked at her more and more like she was looking at a mystery.
