It's a pair of young girl's hands.

The nails are cut very short, the fingers are smooth and clean, there are no small wounds on the left hand that have been accidentally injured by the scalpel, and there are no thin calluses that are often knotted and ground in several places where the right hand is fixed, only in the middle knuckle where the pen is held, there is a thin book cocoon.

Whether it is the person in the mirror or the young hands, it is confirmed that she is not the surgeon Lin Zijiao, but the young version of Lin Zijin.

However, Lin Zijiao thought of a question, if she was Lin Zijin now, then who was Lin Zijin she saw in the neurology ward before?

Immediately afterwards, the question turned into a more realistic question, if she was Lin Zijin, where was she now, and what happened?

As if answering her question, Lin Zishu's voice came from the house in the east: "Zijin, don't rub in, there's wind in the corridor, don't be cold, come back quickly." ”

Lin Zijiao went back to the room in a daze, climbed onto the kang under the uneasy gaze of his sister, and then found an important thing behind the door.

It was an old-fashioned calendar that could be nailed to the wall.

There were only a few thin calendars left, and she stared blankly at the numbers on them, the numbers were simple, but the meaning was extraordinary.

December 30, 1976

There is still some distance from the door, if Lin Zijiao, who was short-sighted for 300 degrees before, would never be able to see the big and small words on it, but now, she can see even the smallest words clearly.

She went back to the seventies, reborn in her cousin?

Lin Zijiao had a splitting headache and was tired, she felt that she couldn't hold it physically or mentally, and she needed to sleep.

She stared at her and thought, let's sleep, when I wake up, maybe I'll go back to the past, no, back to the future.

Lin Zijiao thought silently in his heart and got into the bed.

Lin Zijiao is doing surgery again, endless surgeries, all kinds of excision, separation, suturing, hemostasis, the human body's organs exude bloody gas, through the medical mask straight to the mouth and nose, the shadowless lamp baked her sweaty, occasionally looked up, she found that it was her cousin who was hooked next to the operating table, Lin Zijin when she was young.

The younger version of the cousin smiled at her and motioned for her to operate first, Lin Zijiao turned his face, only to find himself in a classroom, where the teacher was lecturing on the stage, surrounded by strange classmates, with portraits of Lenin on the walls on both sides and portraits of leaders on top of the blackboard.

The teacher spoke Mandarin with a local accent and talked endlessly, while the students around him whispered casually, passed notes, dozed off, and were busy on and off the stage.

"Lin Zijin, copy your math homework for me. ”

Someone gently poked her in the shoulder, and a deep voice came.

Lin Zijiao was taken aback, why did she become Lin Zijin again?

"If you don't hand it in, our study committee won't remember your name. Another voice said in a mocking tone.

Lin Zijiao looked at the top, the teacher turned around and wrote something on the blackboard, but she didn't pay attention to the bottom, she took the opportunity to look back at the person who spoke.

There was no one behind, and the vast golden wheat fields did not move in the scorching sun, and the sun roasted people with sweat.

There was a sound of Suo Suo in the wheat field, and countless huge voles poured out of the wheat field, and the ashes fluttered endlessly, overwhelming the sky like a tide.

The sun intensified, and Lin Zijiao broke out in a cold sweat and opened his eyes.

The light pillar of the flashlight shone on the opposite wall, so bright that people couldn't see things clearly, and the sound of Suo Suo came from the side, Lin Zijiao saw Lin Zishu getting dressed very quickly, putting on a cotton jacket and cotton pants, all these actions looked extremely eerie under the light of the flashlight.

Lin Zijiao subconsciously looked out the window, and it was dark outside. She looked at the clock by the light of the flashlight, and it was almost half past four.

Lin Zishu put on her cotton shoes very quickly, picked up the flashlight and went out softly and silently, at the same time she went out, the clock made a loud bang, which startled Lin Zijiao, and she almost shouted.

After slowing down for a long time before coming back to his senses, Lin Zijiao realized that the ringing of Fang Cai was the time of the clock.

It was already half past four in the morning.

The season of December drips into ice, and four o'clock in the morning is the coldest time, what does Lin Zishu do when he goes out?

Lin Zijiao wanted to ask but didn't dare, he couldn't help but think of the way his aunt scolded the ghost in the afternoon, could it be that Sister Zishu was evil? Or did she go out to do something secret? Lin Zijiao didn't dare to ask more, listening to Lin Zishu tiptoe out of the door, the door was closed, and soon the door of the corridor creaked open, and closed again, there was the sound of iron chains and the low whining of dogs in the yard, and the door sounded, and then disappeared into silence.

Lin Zijiao couldn't sleep anymore, on the one hand, she was frightened by Lin Zishu's strange actions, on the other hand, she was very embarrassed to find out, and she didn't know if she was scared or for what reason, she suddenly had the urge to urinate.

There was no one else in the house, and there was only a slight click of the hands of the table clock in the empty room, Lin Zijiao didn't dare to turn on the lights after thinking about it, and decided to hold it.

This suffocation was more than two hours, Lin Zijiao was in a daze and half asleep, until the table clock rang four times, and when the fifth time rang seven times, Lin Zijiao was awakened again, and at the same time heard the sound of a loudspeaker outside.

“…… Driven by advanced collectives and advanced figures, and driven by the sense of responsibility of the masters, all the cadres and workers of Dongfang Red Coal Mine worked hard, emancipated their minds, and successfully completed the excavation tasks in the fourth quarter and the whole year ahead of schedule, achieving the ......"

The stereotypical female voice faintly came in from outside, this was the voice of the radio station, Lin Zijiao listened to it sideways for a while, and from some of the information revealed in it, it was certain that she had indeed returned to her aunt's house in the seventies.

Dongfanghong Coal Mine is one of the coal mines in the city where the aunt's family used to be located, her family lives in the mining area, and the eldest father is the director of the grain station.

With the sound of the radio, there was a sound in the room, and compared with the rigid and rigid broadcast, this kind of sound was very touching and human, giving people a very warm feeling.

First there was the sound of the stove slamming, the hook and the stove rattling with each other, and a few minutes later, the door of the hallway rang, a ray of light came in from the outside window, and the courtyard lights came on.

Lin Zijiao's gaze stopped at the window, and there was a bit of freshness and excitement in her eyes - the glass was covered with beautiful, ice cream flowers of various patterns, which she had only seen when she was a child in her previous life.

It seems that from the rise of double-layer steel windows, there are no more window grilles on the windows, and now there is no such thing as window grilles in the vacuum double-glazed glass.

Through the window, you can hear the sound of shovels pulling coals, people coming in, furnace lids, and coals being fed into the furnace.

The kang quickly heated up, but Lin Zijiao was entangled and scared in his heart - I don't know what kind of reaction the eldest father and aunt would have when they found out that Sister Zishu ran out in the middle of the night?