Viajando para os anos 70, me tornei a garota mais bonita do bairro

Just moments ago, Luo Yan was still celebrating her entry into the millionaire ranks, counting the model’s eight-pack abs as she sang joyfully.

“Under the big bridge at the front door swims a flock of ducks, come quickly, come quickly, count one two four six seven eight...”

The next moment, silence engulfed her ears, so quiet her head buzzed dully.

Luo Yan opened her eyes to a white ceiling.

Sitting up, she saw a labor-glorifying enamel basin, a bamboo-woven thermos, and everywhere embroidered cloth covers...

The room was decorated exactly like a home from the 70s or 80s. Could this be a dream?

Right—she had recently been reading a period tragedy novel. Coincidentally, the daughter of the protagonists shared her name. Maybe she'd just been reading too much and had slipped into a dream set in that era.

Yes, that must be it. Luo Yan closed her eyes and tried to sleep on.

But as soon as her head hit the pillow again, memories not her own flooded her mind.

Luo Yan, born March 6, 1976.

Her mother, Hua Li, a widow in all but name, lived in a military compound but had to take odd jobs outside to support herself and her child.

Her father, Luo Shicheng, was stationed with the army and rarely came home. He gave all his allowances to the widow of a fallen comrade, Liu Jingqiu, ensuring her children were well-fed and clothed, while his own family went hungry.

Luo Yan wanted to lash out.

The little three-and-a-half-year-old child didn’t understand why her parents acted this way, but she knew—she had re