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

The crowds at the train station had not yet dispersed.

The announcements rang out repeatedly as travelers from all directions, carrying their luggage, moved back and forth between the platform and the hall.

Lin Xiuhe stood in the crowd, with a bag on her shoulder and two large bags in her hands.

The bag was a bit heavy, containing things that the villagers of Hongqi Commune had given her—eggs, fried soybeans, peanuts, and a cotton quilt that Li Hongmei had insisted on stuffing into it.

Everything carries the taste of home.

She stood there, looking at the unfamiliar and enormous Beijing before her, and for a moment she felt a little dazed.

She had been here in her past life. But that was many years later.

At that time, she had just lost her job, carrying an old bag, and was squeezed alone in a corner of the platform. No one was there to pick her up or see her off.

In this life, she was admitted to Tsinghua University, achieving the highest score in the county and carrying the expectations of the entire Hongqi Commune, and stood here once again.

The wind blew across the platform, carrying the smell of coal smoke and steel.

The train in the distance sounded its horn again.

Lin Xiuhe let out a soft breath.

Beijing—she has finally arrived.

Just then, a voice came from the side: "Hey, do you need a map?"

Lin Xiuhe snapped out of her daze. A young man wearing a red armband was holding up a stack of maps: "Beijing tourist maps, 50 cents each."

Lin Xiuhe smiled and shook her head: "No need, thank you."

The young man didn't press the matter and turned to find the next passenger.

Lin Xiuhe lowered her head again and took out the admission notice from her bag.

The red cover has been flipped through many times; inside is a registration guide that reads:

[Registration Location: Tsinghua University. Registration Date: September 1st.]

She checked the route again, then followed the flow of people out of the train station.

Once outside the station, the view suddenly opened up.

Wide roads, rows of buses, bicycles coming and going—everything is much bigger than in the county town.

She stood by the roadside, looking at Beijing before her, and suddenly remembered her previous life—when she first came to Beijing, she was lost here for two whole hours, and finally had to ask several people for directions before she found her way.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. Fortunately, this time it wouldn't happen again.

The bus stop was nearby, and she quickly found the route to Tsinghua University.

The bus was crowded. Lin Xiuhe stood in the back row with her luggage, looking out the window the whole way.

Beijing slowly unfolds before your eyes—gray buildings, wide streets, cadres in Zhongshan suits, people cycling to work, and the occasional foreigner.

Everything felt both familiar and strange to her.

This is the center of the era, and the place where countless opportunities will be born in the coming decades.

In her past life, she could only watch from afar. In this life, she has finally stepped inside.

More than an hour later, the bus slowly came to a stop. The ticket seller called out, "We've arrived at Tsinghua University!"

Immediately, many young people stood up in the carriage—some carrying suitcases, some carrying backpacks; they were clearly freshmen who had come to register.

Lin Xiuhe got off the bus with the crowd. But she stopped as soon as she landed.

Not far away, a simple and solemn gate stood quietly.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, and people came and went at the entrance. Above the lintel, four powerful characters came into view: Tsinghua University.

Lin Xiuhe stood still for a long time.

In her past life, she missed this place and many things. But in this life, she has finally arrived here.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly began to walk towards the school gate.

A large number of new students had already gathered at the entrance—excitedly taking photos, looking for their way with their admission notices in hand, and parents standing by, constantly giving them instructions. It was lively and full of youthful energy.

Lin Xiuhe glanced down at the admission notice in her hand, then looked up and walked into the school gate.

The tree-lined avenue stretched out in front of the train station, with red brick buildings on both sides. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a quiet and solemn atmosphere, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the train station.

She walked slowly forward, but her heart grew calmer and calmer.

From the moment she stepped into the school gate, Lin Xiuhe, who had been exploited by Wang Xiulan, drained of her life by Lin Weidong, and trapped by fate, had already remained in the Red Flag Commune.

Now, she is a freshman at Tsinghua University, ranked first in the county, and starting anew.

Just then, the sound of arguing suddenly came from ahead:

"Why should I get a lower bunk?"

"Isn't it first come, first served?"

"I registered before you!"

Several girls gathered at the entrance of the dormitory building, their voices growing louder and louder.

The teacher in charge of registration was sweating profusely, and many new students were watching.

Lin Xiuhe glanced at it and paused slightly.

Dormitory building—we've arrived.

And her university life seemed to begin from this moment.