Bai Fumie in the 70’s Chapter 1-2:

Zhao Lanxiang's eyes brimmed with sorrow, tears cascading down her cheeks like a relentless downpour. Clasping the warm, weathered hand on the hospital bed, she wept silently, lost in a sea of grief.

"Lanxiang, you're no longer a child, don’t cry like that...." The man on the bed strived to reach out, to caress her, but his body failed him. 

His advanced years and old wounds that had accumulated over the years had finally ambushed him, aggressively pushing him to the ground. The prison term he'd served in his youth had left him frail, his health hanging by a thread. To have endured this long was indeed a miracle.

His aged eyes, blurred with time, still beheld his wife with enduring affection. In spite of sharing his years, her beauty still enthralled him. He cherished the delicate arch of her eyebrows and moonlit crescents when she smiled.

"Could I see that smile one last time?" 

Zhao Lanxiang wiped away her tears, offering her husband a pained smile. He closed his eyes in peaceful satisfaction, leaving her to hide her sobs behind her hand, her tears relentless.

Secretary He, standing beside her, removed his gold-rimmed glasses, his hand trembling as it checked the patient's pulse. With difficulty, he attempted to console Lanxiang, "Madam, please find comfort. We will soon discuss your late husband's estate with the lawyer."

His gaze drifted back to the bed, melancholy, and respect intertwined. He was born in poverty, then he went to prison at the age of nineteen and spent ten years in jail. After he was released, he worked hard for ten years and suddenly turned from a poor boy with no background to a business titan. The deceased man's life had been a remarkable saga of ups and downs. He was a legend who fought a bunch of seasoned businessmen with no prior experience himself.

...

Twin streams of tears ran down Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks. Feng Lian, her mother, wiped her red face, and poked her forehead while chiding, "Such a crybaby even with a fever! If your dad sees you like this, you will get another scolding."

Zhao Lanxiang looked at her mother blankly, trying to make sense of it all.

 But Feng Lian dismissed her bewilderment and sighed, "Who doesn't marry these days? The first time I met with your dad was when I was getting the marriage certificate. Although it was a blind date, haven't the days been going well for us?"

Caught in the throes of losing her husband, Zhao Lanxiang felt like she was in a surreal dream. It was just that, if this was a dream, why was she so confused... that she would dream about her young mother? 

Seeing her daughter ignore her, Feng Lian thought that she was being stubborn and hated the iron for not becoming steel. She prodded her daughter's forehead, stressing the significance of the matter at hand, "After all, it's not a small marriage. It's not easy to make your dad decline the other party's parents since they are your dad's boss!"

[T/N: "Hating the iron for not becoming steel" means blaming other people for not meeting their expectations.]

A flash of pain brought Zhao Lanxiang back to reality, forcing her to confront her mother's chatter. Rising hastily, she noted the date on the tabletop calendar: April 16, 1976.

A blend of terror and disbelief surged within Zhao Lanxiang, rooting her to the spot.

"Mom, can you go out first and let me think about it?"

The plea tugged at Feng Lian's heartstrings. Seeing her daughter, whom she had tenderly raised for 17 years, now appearing as delicate as a bird with a broken wing, her heart softened. No matter what, she couldn't harden her heart and force her child. 

Slowly, Zhao Lanxiang emerged from the fog of disbelief. Incredibly, she had journeyed back in time - to forty years ago!

Forty years ago, she was captivated by the enigmatic, handsome Jiang Jianjun. Her heart was set on winning his acceptance, which led her to fiercely oppose her parents' engagement plans.

In her previous life, it was also this year when she finally got married to him.

Regrettably, she never managed to unlock Jiang Jianjun's heart. Following the devastating loss of two children, Zhao Lanxiang's heart frosted over, and she severed her marital ties with him.

Now, her gaze fell upon the table strewn with health supplements. Jiang Jianjun had been injured and was hospitalized during this period, and she had bought these supplements to aid with his recovery.

A glint of icy determination flashed in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes. Her return was timely. Had she been late by half a year, she might have found herself entangled with that detestable man once again, a thought that sparked unquenchable anger in her.

Jiang Jianjun was her ex-husband, a chapter she had gladly closed before encountering the soothing presence of He Songbai.

However, now wasn't the time to dwell on Jiang Jianjun. Imminent peril awaited her father, as Zhao Lanxiang vividly remembered his unintentional crime of killing a person in the forthcoming years that led to his imprisonment!

Without a moment's hesitation, she swiftly filled a duffel bag with malted milk, honey, and milk powder, not forgetting to add a few sets of clothes.

Time was of the essence; she needed to find her old man!

…

Upon learning that their daughter had willingly enlisted in the "Down to the Countryside" movement, Zhao's parents felt helpless. 

[T/N: This is a Chinese government program in the late 1960s to early 1970s to force privileged urban middle school or high-school graduates to mountainous areas or farming villages to learn from the workers and farmers there.]

Zhao Lanxiang's decision marked the end of any potential union with Zeng Hang's son.

A furious Zhao Yongqing, with a face darkened by rage, scolded her, "Do you think that your wings are now so strong that we can't control you anymore?"

Amidst the gloom, Feng Lian, as she assisted her daughter in packing her belongings, voiced her concerns. "Your father managed to secure an exemption for you from the program, but you still chose to volunteer. My girl, with your thin arms and legs, are you sure you can handle the grueling farm work?"

Touched by her parents' concern, Zhao Lanxiang felt a warmth flooding her heart.

"It's a glorious thing to go to the countryside. Almost every young person my age has taken this path. If I hadn't, father would have lost face."

"I promise to take good care of myself and never let you down."

Zhao Yongqing, staring at his daughter's resolute face, found his anger subsiding. He had to admit, the prospect of his daughter braving hardships wasn't entirely negative. After all, her mother had been pampering her all her life!

For him, it would be a good thing for her to go to the countryside if they could hone his daughter's will. If that was not possible, he could always pull a few strings to move her somewhere more bearable.

"You always keep on harping about things. It's better to take that time to let her clean up and pack her luggage." Zhao Yongqing grumbled, fixing his wife with a stern look.

Turning to his daughter, he stated firmly, "Since this is your decision, you better not report back and complain in the future. Our arms can't stretch that far!"

Little Huzi latched onto his sister's legs, his innocent eyes brimming with tears. He gazed up at her, his voice trembling, "Are you going far away?"

Zhao Lanxiang enveloped her little brother in a tight embrace, planting a gentle kiss on him, "Yes."

Burying his face in her neck, Little Huzi cried his heart out with a runny nose. His grievous little look made Zhao Lanxiang want to both cry and laugh. She could hardly believe this adorable, vulnerable boy would one day transform into a formidable figure, feared by all. He would also play a significant role in beating that scumbag, Jiang Jianjun. Life indeed had an uncanny way of surprising her. It was truly incredible.

Wrapping her arms around the little tiger, she offered him her entire stash of candy.

His tears soaked into her clothes, his small form wracked with sorrow.

Understanding his misconception, Zhao Lanxiang caressed his soft hair, clarifying, "I'm not disappearing like our grandparents, who journeyed far and never returned. After the new year, your sister will be back."

Her words drew a snort from Zhao Yongqing, "Oh, so do you remember the way back?"

Zhao Lanxiang simply nodded.

Her destination was City N, merely a day's train ride away. She'd calculated that within a year, the educated youths would be returning to the city. Her late entry into the program ensured she wouldn't face the same trials as the previous batch.

And even if she were to really suffer, wasn't her man over there?

That evening, Zhao Yongqing pulled out a stack of banknotes, meticulously counting out a hundred yuan. He sternly advised his daughter, "Once you're in the countryside, listen carefully to the arrangements of the instructors and leaders. Try to get along well with others. You can use this money to buy yourself some necessities for daily use."

Zhao Lanxiang, their firstborn, was their pride. Her doll-like, endearing appearance, coupled with her knack for winning hearts, was irresistible. Back when Zhao Yongqing was a mere bank employee, he would carry his daughter to work in a cloth sling, year after year.

Ten 10-yuan banknotes were placed neatly on the table, and his large hand pushed it to his daughter.

He had been one of the last to attend college in the 1960s, before a pause in student enrollments, making his diploma precious. Through sheer hard work, he ascended to the position of bank manager, earning a monthly salary of 73 yuan and 5 cents – a decent income that provided a comfortable life for his family.

Yet, Zhao Yongqing generously offered a hundred yuan to Zhao Lanxiang, a gesture that left her deeply touched.

Feng Lian completed packing her daughter's four-seasons wardrobe into her luggage, declaring, "Tomorrow, after work, we'll shop for your everyday essentials."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded obediently.

...

Focused on rescuing her beloved from the countryside, Zhao Lanxiang cast aside all thoughts of Jiang Jianjun, that loathsome figure.

She diligently chose what she needed for the countryside, from cotton flannel and malted milk powder to Ejiao and everyday essentials like gloves, toilet paper, skincare products, and more.

[T/N: Ejiao is a Chinese medicine which is a gelatin made from donkey hide for nourishing blood.]

During late-night conversations, her old man often told her, "Had you seen me back then, you wouldn't have given me a second glance. I was pitifully poor, living worse than a dog. My greatest dream was to savor a white steamed bun. Even the finest clothes I had were hand-me-downs. Fortunately, I met you after I had some ability."

Born into relative prosperity, Zhao Lanxiang was born without ever knowing the feeling of hunger or cold. Hearing about his past hardships, she could only hug her old man tightly, promising, "My family was quite affluent then. Had we met, I assure you, I would have fed you till you were plump and milky."

[T/N: The "milky" here is not referring to race. It only means lighter skin color, which indicates having a better life; someone who never needs to work outside and tow away under the sun.]

As she gathered her rural supplies, memories of their conversation replayed in her mind. She picked up a few extras for her old man, adding them to her shopping basket.

Little did she know, her whimsical idea of providing for him would one day come true.

A week later...

In a celebratory display, all junior and senior high school graduates volunteering for the countryside were adorned with large red flowers while comfortably seated in cars.

In the sea of raven-haired individuals, Zhao Lanxiang’s keen eyes effortlessly located Zhao Yongqing and Feng Lian. She offered them a radiant smile. In response, Zhao Yongqing’s serious expression hardened, while Feng Lian cradled a teary-eyed Little Huzi. As the bus hummed to life, Little Huzi’s dam of restraint broke. His tiny arms flailed, reaching out as they would when his sister would comfort him.

Zhao Lanxiang had intended to depart without showing any signs of sadness, but the heart-rending sobs of Little Huzi had nearly prompted her own tears to fall.

On the road, the cityscape quickly receded from her view and was soon replaced by the verdant allure of rolling hills and lofty mountains.

Once they disembarked, the instructor began a roll call. A dozen names were called out and assigned to the Qingmiao Community in N City. Among them was Jiang Li. Catching sight of Zhao Lanxiang, she visibly stiffened, her face quickly morphing into a mask of distaste.

Zhao Lanxiang could only sigh at the misfortune of crossing paths with the Jiang family once again.

Jiang Li, her previous life’s sister-in-law, was a woman of high birth. With her nose forever turned up, she always looked down on Zhao Lanxiang. Her criticisms were sharp, and her arrogance was unrestrained. Zhao Lanxiang had previously endured this overbearing woman for the sake of family harmony and out of respect for Jiang Jianjun. But now...

Zhao Lanxiang treated her like air, still immersed in the joy of being able to meet He Songbai.

Transitioning from cars to a train and then finally to ox-carts, it wasn’t until dawn painted the horizon that Zhao Lanxiang set foot in Hezi village.

With a careful measure of deliberation, Zhao Lanxiang changed her clothes before getting off the train. After all, she might see her old man when she entered the village.

How could she afford to look anything less than her best at their first meeting?

Donning her new ensemble, her aura transformed entirely - clean, crisp, and orderly. In stark contrast stood the other educated youths, their clothes imprinted with the creases of a day’s travel.

Jiang Li, on the other hand, was tossed around during the long-distance trip. She arrived at Hezi village with the appearance of a soft-footed shrimp and was too exhausted to even scowl at Zhao Lanxiang.

In the end, it was just the two of them from their group who were stationed at Hezi village. Alongside three other educated youths from various locations, there were five of them altogether.

Having navigated the arduous mountain road in an ox-cart, they finally arrived at their destination. Zhao Lanxiang, armed with a pocketful of fruit candy and a smile on her face, followed the instructor into the village with her head held high.

Huddled at the village’s entrance were a handful of olive-skinned little radishes. Their wide-eyed gaze tracking the procession of educated youths. 

Zhao Lanxiang cast a cursory glance their way, her eyes lighting up in recognition. Even Jiang Li, weakened and sluggish by her side, was momentarily revitalized by Zhao Lanxiang’s surge of excitement.

Among the group, Zhao Lanxiang spotted He Songbai’s sister, He Songzhi. The little radish head in front of her was the spitting image of a picture she had seen of the seven-year-old girl. 

Slipping her hands into her pockets, she approached the gaggle of children, gifting each a sweet candy treat.

He Songzhi didn’t dare get close to the other children and cowered in a corner. Her face bore the grime of days without a wash. With her pair of black eyes, she enviously observed her peers relishing their candies. All the while, her small, scrawny fingers dug into the earth, betraying her longing until she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at Zhao Lanxiang.

Having tended to the group of children, Zhao Lanxiang made her way over to give the sweetest and most expensive chocolate candy to He Songzhi.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a warm smile.

She peeled off the wrapper and put the candy into the mouth of this little  radish head.

A symphony of mellow sweetness flooded He Songzhi’s mouth as the chocolate melted on her tongue, triggering a wave of saliva to coat the sugary morsel. She was too smitten by the velvety taste and didn’t dare speak.

He Songzhi had never eaten such good candy, nor had she ever known that candy could even taste like this.

He Songzhi didn't say anything, and Zhao Lanxiang didn't ask anymore. She secretly stuffed the remaining fruit candy into the small child's pocket and said with a smile, “Go home and eat them. Don’t tell anyone about how much candy you have.”

Just as Zhao Lanxiang finished her sentence, the instructor’s voice bellowed through the air. “Get back here, now!”

Jiang Li couldn’t suppress a wicked grin as Zhao Lanxiang quickly complied, swiftly rejoining the group.

Suddenly, a lean figure swooped in, scooping up He Songzhi and whispering to the tiny, radish-topped child. Zhao Lanxiang turned around just in time to witness this tender moment, and a jolt of recognition rippled through her.

This is ... her old man when he was young?

Her heart pounded thunderously, and a flush of warmth tinged her cheeks.

The man had his back to her as he cradled his sister. As Zhao Lanxiang’s patience thinned to the brink of confronting him, he turned around, locking his gaze with hers.

Zhao Lanxiang’s breath hitched. The familiar silhouette undeniably belonged to He Songbai.

She gave him a quick look, he was quite different from her old man.

He hadn’t yet grown into the prudent, elegant demeanor of his mature self. He was still just a youth, radiant with a heroic spirit. He Songbai was clad in coarse, repeatedly mended clothes. His frayed trousers, which barely reached his mid-calves, revealed thin, muscular legs. This ragtag attire did little justice to his handsomeness, presenting an image of poverty and sourness that others might find repulsive.

However, when it reached Zhao Lanxiang's eyes, no matter how poor her man was, he would still look good.

When Zhao Lanxiang met He Songbai in her previous life, they were no longer young. By then, He Songbai carried an air of seasoned wisdom, his demeanor prudent, calm, unhurried—a gentle soul honed by life’s tribulations.

At that time, He Songbai had a better temperament, which was prudent and calm, and never rushing. He was peaceful and gentle after all the years of suffering.

Breaking their eye contact, he hoisted his sister onto his hip with one hand as if she were a lightweight bundle while keeping his other hand on his waist.

He Songbai noticed a suspicious smudge around the young girl’s mouth and playfully knocked her on the head.

"Silly girl, so hungry that you would eat dirt? You can't eat soil. Hurry and spit it out!"

His body exuded a fearsome wildness, yet, when his gaze fell on his sister, the frosty demeanor melted into a pool of water.

He Songzhi flashed a gleeful grin, revealing more of the ‘black soil’. “It’s yummy, so sweet! That sister gave it to me.”

He Songbai, catching sight of the colorful fruit candy nestled in his sister’s pocket, followed her line of sight towards Zhao Lanxiang. Without a word, he held He Songzhi and disappeared into the village.

The instructor severely criticized Zhao Lanxiang.

However, having set eyes on He Songbai, a fervor had ignited in Zhao Lanxiang’s heart, a fiery current pulsating through her. Despite the instructor’s reprimand, she didn’t put it in her heart.

"Yes! I am deeply aware of my mistake, and I will keep in mind the discipline of the organization in the future, strictly improve myself, strive to be an excellent educated youth, and help build a vast new world for the country!"

Her voice echoed loud and clear, and as the instructor swept his gaze over her fair face once more, he decided to give up the rest of his reprimand. 

This kind of charming city student was a matter for the production captain to have a headache over.

Having gathered the educated youths, the instructor organized a welcoming assembly for the newcomers and the seniors alike, before returning to the city by car overnight.

...

At night...

In the small dilapidated house of the He family, He Songzhi pulled the fruit candy out from her pocket and arranged them neatly in a line.

With a grin that revealed sticky teeth, she proudly declared, “Grandma, I’ll give you eight pieces of candy!”

The elderly woman, who usually remained bedridden, laboriously sat up. Born in the era of Guangxu in 1924, she had once adorned the luxuries of being a landlord’s wife, adorned in gold and silver. However, as age took its toll, she lost her husband and her son. Any hint of unrest would see her being chastised. Her twilight years were bleak and barren.

At the mention of “candy”, her murky eyes sparked to life and her mouth opened expectantly towards her little granddaughter.

He Songzhi obliged by unwrapping a candy and feeding it to her. The sugary taste swirled in her mouth, sparking a glimmer of delight in her cloudy eyes.

"It's delicious. Brother Bai, eat some too."

He Songbai accepted a piece from his sister, stowing away the remaining candies in a jar that he placed on the grandmother’s bedside table.

"Don't accept other people's things casually in the future, do you hear?"

He Songbai sternly taught his sister.

He Songzhi narrowed her mouth in a grievance, but seeing the fierce and serious expression on her brother's face, she agreed.

... 

When Zhao Lanxiang’s group arrived, it happened to be the busiest season for the farmers. The production team captain took the newcomers under his wing for the first few days, demonstrating various tasks and supervising their progress.

Li Dali, the captain of the first team in Hezi village, was a young man with a passion for productivity and strict expectations. None of the female educated youths dared to be lazy under his watchful gaze.

On the first day when she officially went to work, Zhao Lanxiang was suddenly caught off guard.

They arrived at five in the morning, and the group of educated youths were pulled into the field to work. After Li Dali finished working with the male educated youths, he glanced at the two newly arrived female educated youths, his thick brows twisting into a knot.

“You might struggle with fertilizing the crops or irrigating the fields, but surely you can handle weeding? Today, this cornfield is your responsibility. Work swiftly, make the most of daylight, and get the job done,” he instructed, handing out gloves to the women.

Li Dali distributed gloves to these female educated youths. There were only five pairs of gloves, but there were ten people. Li Dali took care of the two newly-arrived female educated youths and thus, let them pick first. 

The gloves, however, were so soiled that their original color couldn’t be seen anymore. Jiang Li promptly distanced herself and delved into the cornfield.

When it was Zhao Lanxiang's turn, she took out a pair of cotton gloves from her own pocket with a smile. "Thank you, Captain Li, but I won't put any burden on the team." 

Li Dali grinned, "You look at what others are doing and learn to do it together." 

Li Dali took the whole brigade to work and finished the work for the morning. After that, he took the villagers to collect farm tools.

Zhao Lanxiang was no fool. Anticipating a day of wedding, she had deliberately dressed in long trousers and sleeves, and hadn’t forgotten her mask and gloves either. She wrapped herself up tightly and got to work.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li fared worse. Reprimanded by Li Dali for trampling several corn plants, she was dismissed early to write a self-reflection of her actions. 

Before Jiang Li returned to the dormitory, she smiled proudly at Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't think there was anything to be proud of. Instead, she silently observed the senior educated youths, mastering the art of weeding

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