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

Winter came to Beijing sooner than expected.

By early November, most of the ginkgo leaves in Tsinghua University had fallen. When the wind blew, the bare branches swayed.

The atmosphere in the Qiming project team's meeting room was much hotter than the weather.

Several large characters were written on the blackboard:

[Phase One Scheme Design]

Professor Chen stood in front of the podium, holding materials in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the few people present.

"One month."

"I'll only give you one month."

"Which solution is the best?"

"Who should be in charge?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Guodong sat up straight, and Li Mingyuan put down his pen.

This is a formal competition, and nobody wants to lose.

Professor Chen continued, "Also, this is not a class assignment."

"The research institute will take a look."

Everyone's eyes changed.

graduate School--

It means the future, it means opportunities, and it means resources.

Professor Chen looked at Lin Xiuhe, offering neither favoritism nor encouragement. He simply said something understated.

Don't let me down.

-

After the meeting, Zhao Guodong was the first to leave, followed by Li Mingyuan carrying the documents.

"Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Lin Xiuhe glanced at him.

"And you?"

Li Mingyuan smiled.

"I've always been under a lot of pressure."

Why?

"Because my dad told me that when I was little."

"Nobody remembers the second place."

The wind blew through the corridor as the two walked out together.

Li Mingyuan suddenly stopped.

"However, I won't let you have it this time."

Lin Xiuhe smiled too.

"What a coincidence."

"I wasn't prepared to lose either."

-

In the library that evening, Lin Xiuhe had a thick stack of materials in front of her, but after looking at them for a long time, she still couldn't turn over more than a few pages.

The recent events kept replaying in my mind.

Many aspects of the future are changing.

But there was one thing she couldn't understand more and more.

If it's just that she was reborn, why are some changes happening so much earlier?

Unless, there is another hand also driving the future.

Thinking of this, she slowly closed the book. Suddenly, she felt a little irritated.

This is an emotion that has rarely occurred since my rebirth.

Just then, the table was tapped twice.

Lin Xiuhe looked up and saw Zhou Zhiyuan standing there, holding two bottles of soda.

"Want to go for a walk?"

-

Tsinghua University campus was quiet under the night sky.

The two walked slowly along the edge of the lotus pond.

The school buildings in the distance were brightly lit. Many students were still studying.

Zhou Zhiyuan handed over the soft drink.

Lin Xiuhe took it and found that the cap had been loosened; the cold glass bottle in her hand brought her a lot of clarity.

"Is the project not going well?"

Zhou Zhiyuan asked.

"fine."

"That means you're thinking about something else."

Lin Xiuhe discovered that this person always seemed to be able to see through things.

She simply didn't deny it.

"A lot of things have changed recently."

Zhou Zhiyuan gave a soft "hmm," not surprised. Then he suddenly said:

"Isn't change a good thing?"

"It's not bad."

"It's just not what I expected."

Why do they have to be exactly the same?

Lin Xiuhe was taken aback.

A gust of wind blew across the lake, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Zhou Zhiyuan gazed into the distance, his voice calm.

"The future should never be static."

"If nothing changes."

"Then what's the point of trying?"

Lin Xiuhe remained silent.

Because of that sentence, she couldn't refute it.

-

The two walked to the end of the lotus pond.

There was an open space in front of us, and not many students usually visited.

A breeze blows. The shadows of the trees sway gently.

Lin Xiuhe suddenly stopped.

These days, she has a feeling that the person in front of her knows something she has never said out loud.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

She looked at Zhou Zhiyuan.

She asked softly, "You seem... to know me very well from the past."

Zhou Zhiyuan paused, then turned to look at her.

Why do you say that?

I can't quite explain it.

Lin Xiuhe gazed into the distance.

"It's just a feeling."

She paused, then added another sentence.

"Especially when supply and marketing cooperatives are mentioned."

"You seem to know that place very well."

The night breeze lifted the corner of Zhou Zhiyuan's clothes.

He did not answer immediately.

After a few seconds, he smiled.

"I've been there a few times."

Lin Xiuhe's heart skipped a beat.

"When?"

Zhou Zhiyuan did not answer, but just looked at her quietly.

After a moment, he said softly, "That place."

"It must be very cold in winter."

boom--

In that instant, Lin Xiuhe froze on the spot.

Supply and marketing cooperative.

storehouse.

A cold wind blew in through the broken window.

Cracked hands.

Moldy burlap sacks.

And there's that bowl of hot soup I make every day at noon, which I can't bear to drink too quickly.

No one knew about those days except her.

No one would suddenly say something like that.

She stared intently at Zhou Zhiyuan, her breathing slowing down.

"you……"

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask them.

Zhou Zhiyuan acted as if nothing had happened.

He simply gazed at the distant lake, his expression remaining calm.

It's like that sentence from just now.

It was just something I said offhand.

-

Neither of them spoke again on the way back to the dormitory.

Zhou Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks when he reached the girls' dormitory building.

"Let's go up."

"Um."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Lin Xiuhe turned and left.

But after taking only two steps, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Xiuhe."

She turned around.

Zhou Zhiyuan stood under the street lamp.

The light and shadow fell on his shoulders, obscuring his expression.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhiyuan was silent for two seconds, and finally just smiled.

"It's nothing."

Get some rest.

Lin Xiuhe nodded, turned around, and went upstairs, but her heart was still pounding even after she entered the dormitory.

Because she suddenly realized that she seemed to have been thinking about something wrong all along.

Previously, she thought she was the one who doubted Zhou Zhiyuan.

But now she's starting to feel that Zhou Zhiyuan is also suspicious of her.

and.

Even earlier than her.

The sound of wind picking up outside the window.

Lin Xiuhe stood by the window, looking at the dim streetlights in the distance, the words echoing repeatedly in her mind.

—It must be very cold in winter.

for a long time.

She slowly tightened her grip on the soda bottle cap.

For the first time, a thought arose that I almost dared not even consider.

in case.

Does he really know?