Lin Ying had no intention of seeking revenge. In the past year, she had witnessed countless capitalists being arrested, criticized, and tortured because of their class background.
Her grandfather was also taken away. She didn't understand why Zhao Si had saved her, but she knew that her grandfather and Zhao Si must have gone through a lot of trouble to get her here.
If she only thinks about revenge, not to mention whether she can beat Lin Rong with the protagonist's halo, she is currently in the Great Northern Wilderness, so far away from Haishi. Even if she goes back, Lin Ying believes that what awaits her is a fate that may be even worse than her grandfather's.
It's not that she didn't want to fight or make a scene; it's just that she couldn't fight against fate or society.
If she had even the slightest chance to fight back, she wouldn't have lost her will to fight and committed suicide.
Moreover, she has caused trouble before, and has killed Lin Rong countless times, causing them a lot of problems.
Not only did she fail, she also turned herself into the person she disliked the most. Her single-minded pursuit of revenge brought her no joy, but instead caused her grandfather worry.
Now she doesn't want to anymore because she knows they are just like her, puppets in a book.
She has now stepped out of the storyline and no longer wants her emotions to be controlled by it.
Her life deserves a different way of living! Especially after gaining the memories of her youngest son, she knows how prosperous and strong the future of her motherland is, and she doesn't want to die so young. She also wants to see with her own eyes what kind of world it is.
Recalling the memories of the youngest son, Lin Ying couldn't help but shudder.
She thought the country had been tense since 1959, but she never imagined that 1966 would be the beginning of a real nightmare that would last for ten years, plunging the entire country into misery. And how could her and her maternal grandfather's family, as capitalists, possibly have an easy future?
Grandpa probably realized this too, which is why he asked Zhao Si to rescue her. But the army also considers family background. As the daughter of a capitalist, Zhao Si will likely have some influence over her. I just don't know how much influence he'll have.
After letting her mind wander for a while, Lin Ying shook her head, trying to stop thinking about these things that were giving her a headache.
Since she no longer wanted to die, Lin Ying roused herself and began to look around at her current residence.
Compared to her former boudoir, this place is even worse than her bathroom. It has a frame made of wooden stakes and walls made of mud. It's only about two meters high. There's no flooring, just uneven, pitted earth.
Although the roof was made of rattan, dust still falls on it.
What surprised Lin Ying was the furniture in the room. There was a wardrobe, a desk, a sewing machine, a radio, a thermos, and a washbasin—all of which looked new. The only exception was the somewhat worn-out army-green bedding on the earthen bed.
Lin Ying couldn't help but laugh; it really did feel like a wedding bridal chamber.
Lin Ying, who had been in the room the whole time, didn't notice anything, but when she went outside, she realized that this place was really different from where she used to be.
First and foremost is the living environment.
Actually, the houses outside are all the same as here—low, thatched, and mud houses. Each house has three rooms. Instead of walls, each house has a fence made of branches.
The outhouse is located on the left side of the house, around the corner.
What shocked Lin Ying the most was that every household here had a very large yard. How big was the yard? To Lin Ying, it seemed bigger than her house combined.
Secondly, there are the people. Compared to the crowded city of Haishi, and the crowds that frighten her now, she feels more at ease here.
Yes, Lin Ying knew she was sick. It was a psychological illness. She had become somewhat afraid of crowds. And the source of this illness was Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). She didn't know if she would get better, but now she was beginning to fear the harm that TCM might cause her.
This place is clearly very backward and dilapidated.
However, seeing how empty the space was and how few people were around, Lin Ying suddenly felt very relaxed.
Apart from the rows of houses here, there is an endless wasteland in front of the houses and a dense forest behind them.
This feeling of living in nature can truly bring joy.
"Are you Commander Zhao's new wife?" The atmosphere in the military family compound is much better than outside; people speak more casually here. Of course, you still need to be careful in special situations.
The sudden sound interrupted Lin Ying's thoughts. Lin Ying turned around and saw a woman around thirty years old, wearing a light gray top and black pants. Her hair was neatly combed and tied into a ponytail. The woman's skin was a bit dark, probably because she worked outdoors for a long time. She was holding a small hoe in her hand. She was standing in the garden she had cultivated in her own yard.
Lin Ying was observing others, and they were observing her in the same way.
You should know that this newly arrived Regiment Commander Zhao was transferred from Beijing. It is said that he originally had a bright future, but he applied to come to the border defense because he wanted to marry a capitalist's daughter.
She gave up a promising future for a woman. Her husband often talked about this in private at home.
The crucial point is that Commander Zhao has been living here for several days now, and his wife has reportedly been unconscious ever since. Everyone says she probably won't survive. They're saying Commander Zhao has gained nothing and ruined his own future.
Who knew that the other person would actually wake up.
People have always been curious that this capitalist's daughter is probably a spoiled brat.
But now it looks like a steamed bun, and it smells really good.
Not only were her skin fair and tender, but her eyes were also bright and moist as she looked at you.
One look at it, and even a rough, old woman like her couldn't help but be captivated, let alone a man.
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