Tsk, we look exactly the same, but why did my face in my previous life look like a gorgeous carnivorous plant, while the original owner was just a small white flower blooming alone on a cliff. Cold and delicate, yet with a hint of stubbornness and tenacity that refused to give in.
"She's really pretty."
Once upon a time, even if she did nothing, outsiders would point at her and say that she was an indecent girl.
Now? With this ethereal look, no one should call her a flirtatious bitch anymore, right?
It is now 1969, and the original owner has just graduated from high school at the age of sixteen.
It seems the original owner went to the countryside in Ma Liutun, Hongxing Commune, Harbin City, Northern Province, right?
It’s the northernmost part of China, and it’s very cold in winter.
It is now the golden autumn of August, and the countryside is probably at its busiest time for autumn harvest. In three days, she will go to the countryside to support the countryside.
To be honest, she doesn't know much about this era.
What little common sense she knew came from history books.
However, she still knew that it would be ten years before the college entrance examination was resumed.
Outside, the sun was already high in the sky, silently scorching the earth.
She made a list of the things she needed to prepare, and prepared her daily necessities in advance and mailed them over first, so that she wouldn't have to suffer the pain of dragging large and small bags on the train.
After taking a nice shower, I changed into a low-key grey work outfit, grabbed a green messenger bag and went out.
Although she was wearing an inconspicuous outfit, she kept attracting the attention of people around her because of her pure and delicate face.
When she came back, it was still dark outside, so she didn't pay attention to her surroundings.
Now when he goes out, he looks around for a long time, and his eyes are full of unconcealable curiosity and interest.
Most of the people coming and going are pale and thin, and there are very few fat ones.
They were wearing either gray or black sweatshirts and black pants. Although their conditions did not look very good, the smiles on their faces were enthusiastic, positive and full of vitality that did not exist in her world.
It seemed to be time for dinner. Many people on the street were holding lunch boxes and walking quickly towards home.
She was still wondering why these people were so strange, until an older woman hurried past her with a lunch box, and then she knew why they were so anxious.
The taste of braised pork.
They should be employees of a nearby machinery factory. It seems that there is braised pork in the cafeteria today. No wonder these people are in such a hurry. It is probably because they rarely see meat. Since they finally have the chance to eat braised pork in the cafeteria, they also want to let their children, wives and husbands at home have a taste of meat.
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