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

She just didn't expect Zhou Zhiyuan to be there too.

She asked, "Where did you see me?"

"Hospital."

Lin Xiuhe looked up.

She was very familiar with hospitals from her past life. She later became very ill.

What did you see me doing at the hospital?

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"You're paying someone else's bill."

Lin Xiuhe's hand stopped at the edge of the scarf.

Correct.

That year, she even neglected her own illness, yet she was still running errands for others at the hospital.

Zhou Zhiyuan said:

"The person at the window said that we still need twenty-six yuan."

"You turned your pockets inside out."

There's only seven dollars and thirty cents inside.

Snow fell between the two of them.

Lin Xiuhe was still stung when she heard the words "seven yuan and three mao".

She just didn't expect that Zhou Zhiyuan had seen it too.

Zhou Zhiyuan continued:

"You counted the money many times."

"Finally, fold the form up."

Tell the person inside the window, "Never mind."

Lin Xiuhe closed her eyes.

Forget it.

She had said "forget it" too many times in her past life.

I'll give up on work.

Forget about the salary.

Forget about the college entrance exam.

I'll just get new clothes.

Let's just have a good meal.

In the end, he almost lost his own life.

Zhou Zhiyuan said, "I chased after him."

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"Why don't I remember this?"

"If I chase after you, I won't be able to find you."

"And then?"

"I saw him again at the train station later."

A breeze blew from the lotus pond. Snowflakes clung to the scarf, then melted away.

Zhou Zhiyuan said:

"You're carrying the bag all by yourself."

"The zipper on the bag is broken, so it's tied with a rope."

Someone bumped into you, and your things scattered all over the ground.

"Medical records, old textbooks, a notebook."

"There's also a photo of Tsinghua University."

Lin Xiuhe's eyes flickered.

That photo was taken when she passed by the entrance of Tsinghua University in her previous life; she paid someone two cents to take it.

In the photo, she stands far away, looking at the school gate from afar.

Like watching a dream you can never enter.

She later hid the photos in her notebook.

—It has been hidden for many years.

Zhou Zhiyuan said, "Your first reaction wasn't to pick up the medical records."

"We went to pick up that photo first."

Lin Xiuhe's nose felt sore.

Of course she remembers.

That was the last thing she refused to admit defeat in her past life.

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"Someone next to you is urging you on."

"Someone thinks you're blocking their way."

"Pick everything up one by one."

"When she looked up, she was still smiling."

Lin Xiuhe gripped the scarf tightly.

In her most vulnerable moment in her past life, her greatest talent was laughing.

When others asked her if she was tired.

she laughs.

People ask her how she is doing.

she laughs.

People say your older sister is really capable.

She smiled too.

In the end, she almost forgot that she was actually on the verge of collapse.

Zhou Zhiyuan said:

"Back then, you hadn't laughed for yourself in a long time."

"You're laughing for others to see."

"Laugh at yourself too."

"It's like you can prove you haven't lost just by smiling."

Lin Xiuhe lowered her head.

Snowflakes fell on the scarf and melted away little by little.

She paused for a long while before speaking:

"So, the first thing you did after starting over was to go to the Red Flag Commune?"

"Um."

"Are you afraid I'll give up my job again?"

"Afraid."

"Are you afraid I'll hand over my salary again?"

"Afraid."

"Are you worried I'll miss the college entrance exam again?"

"Afraid."

"Are you afraid I'll end up at the train station again?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"This is what I fear most."

Lin Xiuhe suddenly smiled.

This time, the smile was radiant, like a small fire igniting in a snowy night.

"Zhou Zhiyuan".

"Um."

You've misjudged.

Zhou Zhiyuan looked up.

Lin Xiuhe deftly wrapped the scarf around her neck.

"Lin Xiuhe from that train station died in her previous life."

"The one standing in front of you now."

She pointed in the direction of the automation building.

"We managed to protect the supply and marketing cooperative's work."

"I got my wages back."

"I left the Lin family."

"I got into Tsinghua University."

"We've taken down the head of Qiming."

"Today, I also got first place in the preliminary review."

She took a step forward, and the snow made a soft sound under her feet.

"You said she left too late."

"In this life, I was going to leave earlier anyway."

"You said she could have gone much further."

"Then in this life, I'll show everyone."

"You said she picked up a photo of Tsinghua University at the train station."

"In this life, I will stand in Tsinghua University and take back everything she didn't get, one by one."

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her, the pain in his eyes gradually illuminated by the light of the snowy night.

Lin Xiuhe did not stop.

I don't want others to feel sorry for me.

"I don't want anyone to change my fate."

"I will change my own destiny."

"I lost in my past life."

"In this life, I will win back."

In the wind and snow, her voice was not loud, but it was like slicing open an old destiny.

Zhou Zhiyuan finally smiled.

"I know."

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"Of course you know."

"Because you've been watching all along."

She paused for a moment.

"So now, it's your turn."

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

Lin Xiuhe asked, word by word:

"Zhou Zhiyuan".

Have you ever experienced this yourself?

Snow falls.

The streetlights by the lotus pond emitted a faint hum of electricity, and lights were still on in the distant automation building.

This time, Zhou Zhiyuan did not avoid it.

He said, "Yes."

Lin Xiuhe held the scarf.

Although I had already guessed it.

But when she actually heard the word, she still felt the whole world shake.

It turns out she wasn't the only one who brought back her past life.

She wasn't the only one who remembered those painful memories.

There is one more person.

She also walked back along that old path, and witnessed how she won back her life little by little.

She asked, "When?"

Zhou Zhiyuan said:

"I died in 1985."

Lin Xiuhe's breath hitched.

Zhou Zhiyuan did not elaborate.

He simply said, "By then, the morning star had already stopped."

Lin Xiuhe looked up.

The name "Morning Star" is like a cold light suddenly appearing in the snowy night.

She had heard of it in her past life.

I heard it many years later.

She knew it was important, and she knew it was mysterious.

But they didn't know that it had actually failed before.

Until Zhou Zhiyuan said that sentence at the laboratory door—

After it failed.

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

Why did it fail?

Zhou Zhiyuan looked toward the automation building.

There are still lights there.

"I don't know everything."

"In those years, there were very few stories about the Morning Star."

"All I heard after that were a few words."

Lin Xiuhe did not urge him.

Zhou Zhiyuan said:

"The debate over the direction."

"The person in charge couldn't control it."

"Research institutes need to be stable."

"Young people need to take the lead."

"There's something wrong with the equipment."

"No one on site dared to take responsibility."

"The project was ultimately forced to stop."

Lin Xiuhe listened to every single word.

stable.

Rush.

accident.

responsibility.

Every single sentence matches up with what happened during today's preliminary hearing.

The victory she won today was not just a preliminary hearing, but more like a question that fate had given her in advance.

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"The failure of the Morning Star in the past life was not due to technology being the only setback."

Lin Xiuhe stood in the snow.

She recalled the preliminary hearing today.

Parameter offset.

Questions were raised by other schools.

Zhao Guodong is going to charge.

Li Mingyuan and others made the judgment.

All eyes were on her.

she says--

The person in charge is responsible for leading the entire group to the finish line.

It turns out that it wasn't just the answer for today, but also the answer that the guiding star of the past life lacked.

Lin Xiuhe slowly raised her head.

"So you always let me win first."

"Um."

"Because only when I stand in the position of person in charge can I know what Qimingxing truly lacks."

Lin Xiuhe chuckled softly.

"So, am I qualified now?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"have."

Lin Xiuhe turned around and looked at the automation building.

The lights upstairs were still on.

The documents for the second phase of the Qimingxing project are still in the laboratory.

[For personal reading only]

She hadn't opened those words yet.

Now, she suddenly really wants to tear it down.

I really want to see how she will rewrite the things she failed at in her past life in this one.

Snow fell on her shoulders, but she didn't brush it off.

"Zhou Zhiyuan".

"Um."

"And in this life?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"In this life, you are already on the stage."

Lin Xiuhe tightened the scarf around her neck.

"Then it won't be the same anymore."

She looked at the automation building.

"In my past life, I didn't reach the morning star."

"In this life, I have arrived."

The snowy night was cold, but her voice sounded like it was burning.

"I'll give those who want stability their bottom line."

"Whoever wants to charge, I'll give them the maximum limit."

"Anyone who disagrees, I'll let them speak with data."

"I'll make the judgment if there's a problem with the equipment."

"Someone needs to be responsible on site, I'll take the blame."

She turned to look at Zhou Zhiyuan, and Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her. Snowflakes fell between the two of them.

After a long while, he smiled.

"This is the real Lin Xiuhe."

Lin Xiuhe also smiled.

"The one you know?"

Both of them.

Those pains from past lives.

The coldness of those supply and marketing cooperatives.

The chaotic state of those train stations.

Those things that were missed and too late.

It's no longer just a wound.

They eventually turned into fire, propelling her forward.

Lin Xiuhe said, "Zhou Zhiyuan."

"Um."

"Thank you for remembering me. You contacted me and gave me a chance."

"But I walked this path myself."

"It will be the same in the future."

Zhou Zhiyuan nodded.

"it is good."

In the distance, the lights in the automation building flickered. Like a door that had finally truly opened.

Lin Xiuhe tightened the scarf around her neck.

"I want to go back to the lab."

"Now?"

"Um."

"The files haven't been opened yet."

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"There's still time to look at it tomorrow."

Lin Xiuhe walked forward.

"Too late."

Why?

She turned around, snowflakes falling on her hair, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Because the future has already arrived ahead of schedule."

Zhou Zhiyuan followed.

This time, he still didn't go into the lab, but just stood outside the door.

Lin Xiuhe took out her key and opened the door.

The lights came on.

The brown paper document bag was still on the table.

[Morning Star Phase Two]

[For personal reading only]

She walked over and sat down. She pressed her palm against the seal.

Outside the door, Zhou Zhiyuan stood in the corridor.

Lin Xiuhe turned to look at him.

Zhou Zhiyuan said:

"Let's demolish it."

"This time, it's your turn to rewrite it."

Lin Xiuhe withdrew her gaze.

Tear open the seal.

The pages unfold.

On the first page, the black text is clearly visible.

[Qimingxing Phase Two: Joint Evaluation Plan]

[Core Risks: Route divergence, on-site liability, system stability]

Phase Leader: Lin Xiuhe

Lin Xiuhe looked at the last line of text, and her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

It's not sadness, it's exhilaration.

From the Red Flag Commune to Tsinghua University.

From the supply and marketing cooperative warehouse to the Morning Star.

From seven yuan and thirty cents to first place in the preliminary hearing.

She finally made it here.

To reach the place you didn't reach in your past life.

She picked up the pen.

Write the first line in the blank space of the document.

The morning star will no longer stop here.

The snow is still falling outside the window.

The lights in Tsinghua Garden are on, one by one.

And this is Lin Xiuhe's new battlefield.

It's finally open.

[Volume 4 - Tsinghua Garden Completed]