Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

The wind in Beijing was noticeably colder in November.

Six o'clock in the morning.

A thin layer of white mist can already be seen outside the dormitory building.

Lin Xiuhe woke up very early.

To be precise, she didn't sleep well that night.

One sentence kept echoing in my mind—"A long time later."

The expression on Zhou Zhiyuan's face when he said that.

She thought about it all night but still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

unless--

That answer itself is unreasonable.

Thinking of this, she sat up abruptly; it wasn't fully light outside the window yet.

Gu Xiaolan was curled up in bed, Liu Xue was fast asleep hugging her pillow, and Su Qing had already gotten up to memorize vocabulary words.

Everything was the same as usual.

But Lin Xiuhe knew.

Something has changed.

-

morning.

The Qiming project team held their first formal meeting. The meeting was held in the conference room of the Automation Building.

Professor Chen hadn't arrived yet, but Li Mingyuan and Zhao Guodong had already come.

There was a thick stack of documents on the table.

These are past projects from the Beijing Youth Science and Technology Competition.

Li Mingyuan flipped through the pages quickly, while Zhao Guodong kept taking notes.

The competition has begun. Nobody wants to lose.

Lin Xiuhe had just sat down.

Li Mingyuan suddenly said, "Have you heard?"

"What?"

"The competition dates have been moved up this year."

Lin Xiuhe's heart stirred slightly.

"in advance?"

"Um."

Li Mingyuan nodded.

"It was originally scheduled after the winter break, but it has now been moved to before New Year's Day."

Several people in the conference room looked up at the same time.

Zhao Guodong frowned.

Why?

"have no idea."

Li Mingyuan shrugged. "The notice just came down from above."

Lin Xiuhe fell silent.

She didn't know when the competition was originally supposed to take place.

In her past life, she never had the chance to sit in a meeting room like this.

But Zhou Zhiyuan's reaction when he saw the training notice yesterday was too calm.

She suddenly realized something: perhaps the future was never a fixed path.

When a person changes the past, many things will deviate from their original course.

Then——

What if there are two people who change the past?

With that thought in mind, her gaze fell on the documents.

But the page didn't turn for a long time.

-

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Gu Xiaolan was eating a steamed bun when she suddenly slammed a letter onto the table.

"Xiuhe."

"your."

Lin Xiuhe accepted the envelope, which came from the Red Flag Commune.

Familiar handwriting.

Lin Jianguo.

She opened the letter. It wasn't long; it simply said everything was fine at home, and that the weather was getting cold, reminding her to wear more clothes.

One last thing.

The supply and marketing cooperative is moving its warehouse, and the whole commune is helping.

It looks very ordinary.

However, Lin Xiuhe stopped moving.

Supply and marketing cooperative.

It's the supply and marketing cooperative again.

Many things in my past life were related to the supply and marketing cooperative.

It connected many memories from the first half of her life.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Xiaolan asked.

"It's nothing."

Lin Xiuhe put the letter away.

But there's always an indescribable feeling in my heart.

-

In the afternoon at the library, she sat by the window as usual.

There was an English book in front of me, but I couldn't concentrate on it for a long time.

Just then, a shadow fell onto the table. Lin Xiuhe looked up and saw Zhou Zhiyuan standing there, holding a mechanical design book in his hand.

Is anyone there?

"no."

Zhou Zhiyuan sat down, opened the book, and began to look at the information.

Neither of them spoke.

The library was quiet, with only the sound of pages turning.

A long time passed.

Zhou Zhiyuan suddenly spoke.

"Did you see the list?"

"What list?"

"Training list".

"I saw it."

"Surprised?"

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"And you?"

"fine."

Why?

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled.

"Because many things are constantly changing."

Lin Xiuhe's heart skipped a beat.

Again.

That strange feeling was that he knew something, but he always only told half of it.

She stared at Zhou Zhiyuan. "Did you already know?"

Zhou Zhiyuan paused in his flipping through the book, then looked up.

"Know what?"

"The time has been moved up."

"Just a guess."

Lin Xiuhe suddenly wanted to laugh. Yesterday she said she was guessing, and today it was his turn.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the table.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.

Zhou Zhiyuan suddenly closed the book and said softly, "Xiuhe."

"Um?"

Do you believe in fate?

Lin Xiuhe was taken aback. This question was too sudden.

She thought for a moment, "I used to believe."

"And now?"

"I have more faith in choices now."

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her with a deep gaze.

"What if you chose to change your destiny?"

Lin Xiuhe's heart skipped a beat.

The next second, Zhou Zhiyuan had already lowered his head back to read, as if nothing had happened.

-

When I left the library in the evening, it was already dark.

The two walked side by side toward the school gate. When they reached the fork in the road, Zhou Zhiyuan suddenly stopped.

"I'm leaving."

"Um."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Zhou Zhiyuan turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Lin Xiuhe stood still for a long time.

Because of that question: "What if your choices changed your destiny?"

Layer upon layer.

Take your time, at a leisurely pace.

But they are getting closer and closer.

The wind blows and ginkgo leaves fall from the tree.

Lin Xiuhe looked down and suddenly saw a piece of paper that had been blown by the wind at her feet. It was a copy of a training notice.

The date is clearly stated above.

1984 October.

She stared at the date, recalling the look in Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes after reading the notice—

At that moment, she realized for the first time that perhaps the person who would change the future was...

She wasn't the only one.