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

The nights in Beijing are getting colder and colder, and the lights in the girls' dormitory building have already been turned off.

But Lin Xiuhe lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.

The wind outside the window made the tree branches sway gently, making a soft rustling sound.

But only one sentence kept echoing in her mind—it must be very cold in winter.

Supply and marketing cooperative. Winter.

The two words together almost instantly pulled her back to her past life.

At that time, she had just left the Lin family. She had no education or skills and could only do odd jobs in the supply and marketing cooperative warehouse.

In winter, the draft is so strong that even with my hands cracked from the cold, I dare not take a day off.

The thing I look forward to most every day is a bowl of hot soup at noon.

She never told anyone about those days.

But he knew it.

Why?

This question is like a thorn stuck in my brain.

The more I think about it, the less I can sleep.

-

The next day. English class.

Teacher Zhou is explaining the analysis of long and difficult sentences.

For the first time, Lin Xiuhe's mind wandered. She recognized everything on the blackboard, but her thoughts were completely elsewhere.

Until Teacher Zhou suddenly called roll.

"Lin Xiuhe".

Dozens of eyes in the classroom looked over at the same time.

She immediately stood up.

"teacher."

"Translate this passage."

Lin Xiuhe glanced at it and translated it fluently.

Teacher Zhou nodded.

"good."

"Please sit down."

Gu Xiaolan secretly nudged her from the side.

"What's wrong with you today?"

"fine."

"You're kidding me."

Gu Xiaolan lowered her voice.

"I was distracted from the moment I entered the classroom."

Lin Xiuhe did not explain.

Because even she herself didn't know the answer.

-

The Qiming project team held a meeting at noon.

Professor Chen walked in carrying a stack of documents. His first words were:

"The competition for leadership positions has been brought forward."

The meeting room fell silent.

Zhao Guodong looked up. Li Mingyuan was also taken aback.

"in advance?"

Professor Chen nodded.

"The research institute wants to see the proposal as soon as possible."

"The time has been shortened by ten days."

Lin Xiuhe frowned subconsciously.

More and more things are changing lately.

Moreover, everything is happening ahead of schedule, even project assessments are being conducted earlier, as if an invisible hand is driving the entire future.

Professor Chen did not explain, but placed the documents on the table.

"One week later."

"First internal review."

"The top three will stay."

"Those behind, please step down."

After saying that, he left immediately.

Discussion immediately broke out in the conference room.

Zhao Guodong had already started flipping through the documents, while Li Mingyuan frowned. The competition had suddenly intensified.

But Lin Xiuhe was thinking of something else entirely.

The future has been changed.

-

Library at dusk.

Lin Xiuhe finally saw Zhou Zhiyuan.

The man was sitting by the window, looking at training materials, his expression the same as usual.

Calm and composed.

Quiet.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But Lin Xiuhe knew that there were some things she had to ask clearly.

She walked over and sat down opposite him. Zhou Zhiyuan looked up.

"You're here?"

"Um."

"How's the project going?"

"good."

The two chatted as usual, neither of them getting straight to the point.

After a while, Lin Xiuhe suddenly said:

"Why did you provide the sales outlet yesterday?"

Zhou Zhiyuan stopped turning the pages of the book.

He looked up a few seconds later.

"Can't we mention it?"

"Of course."

"Then why ask?"

Lin Xiuhe stared at him without looking away.

"Because you said it so naturally."

Zhou Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"What do you think I should say?"

"I have no idea."

"You're probably overthinking it."

This is the same answer again.

Always reserve three points!

Never reveal everything!

Lin Xiuhe suddenly felt annoyed. This kind of emotion rarely appeared in her.

But lately, Zhou Zhiyuan has been able to easily disrupt her rhythm.

She stood up.

"never mind."

"I'm going back."

After saying that, he turned and left.

-

I left the library.

A night breeze blew in my face.

Lin Xiuhe's pace slowed down more and more.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't really angry, but rather afraid—afraid that her guess was true.

What if Zhou Zhiyuan was also reborn?

What does that mean?

It means there is another person in this world.

I know what she's been through.

I know why she's working so hard.

I know about her most embarrassing past.

This feeling made her instinctively uneasy.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind him, and Zhou Zhiyuan chased after them.

"Xiuhe."

Lin Xiuhe stopped.

The next second, Zhou Zhiyuan's voice came from behind.

"Some things."

I can't tell you right now.

Lin Xiuhe's body stiffened slightly.

Why?

"Because the timing isn't right."

"What's wrong?"

The wind rustled through the treetops.

Zhou Zhiyuan remained silent for a long time.

It went on for so long that she thought she would never get a reply.

Then he finally spoke.

"About supply and marketing cooperatives."

boom--

Lin Xiuhe suddenly turned around.

Eyes facing each other.

Under the streetlights.

Zhou Zhiyuan's expression was more serious than ever before.

In that instant, she suddenly had a strong feeling.

he knows!

He really knew!

Moreover, they know far more than they imagined.

Just then, the sound of a bell came from the distant teaching building.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Zhiyuan looked away without further explanation, only saying something softly.

"Wait a little longer."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Lin Xiuhe standing alone in the same spot.

A night breeze blew by.

She suddenly remembered a small incident from her past life.

That winter, the supply and marketing cooperative's warehouse was drafty, and she caught a fever from the cold and didn't go to work for three consecutive days.

When I returned on the fourth day, there was a bag of hot roasted sweet potatoes at the warehouse entrance.

It has no name.

No comments were left.

She still doesn't know who put it there.

I don't know about my past life.

It was never mentioned in this lifetime either.

But just now.

An absurd idea suddenly popped into my head.

in case……

Could it be him?