[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-62":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279612,4460,"Chapter 62: The Turning Point of Fate","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>Watching Zhou Anbei carry the moose and see the woman off, Zhou Andong sighed, took out a cigarette, and lit it silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman was Luo Yuzhen; when she was born, her mother died from massive hemorrhaging, and when she was just over two, starving and wailing from hunger, her father went to the Donghe River to fish—due to heavy rains upstream, the reservoir released floodwaters, and by the time they found him, it was too late; when they pulled his body out, he was still clutching a fish tightly in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than half a year later, her grandmother, overcome with grief, also passed away, and so Luo Yuzhen grew up relying solely on her grandfather. Thanks to the help of her uncles and aunts, they barely had enough to eat, and life was bearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the end of the year when Luo Yuzhen turned eleven, her grandfather slipped on icy ground and never got up again. Soon after, rumors spread through the village that Luo Yuzhen was a heavenly calamity, fated to live a lonely life—that her parents and grandparents had all been killed by her bad luck, and anyone who got close to her would meet a miserable end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those days, no family had surplus grain; an extra mouth to feed was a crushing burden. While her grandfather lived, her uncles and aunts could still spare a little for her—but once he was gone, and with the rumors swirling, those uncles and aunts stopped caring for her altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was like a wild grass in the desert, fighting desperately to survive, and finally, stumbling through hardship, she reached eighteen. That year was 1978, the first year the college entrance exam was restored, and a man named Liu Yahang appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was from Jingcheng; to register for the restored exam, he had to be sent down to the countryside, so Liu Yahang became one of the last batches of sent-down youth, arriving in Tanghezi—and there he fell in love with that lonely, resilient wild grass standing firm against the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was seventeen then, and in the name of love, he unhesitatingly threw his admission letter into the river. In his own words, university was precious, but love was more valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many said Liu Yahang was foolish; some even secretly warned him that Luo Yuzhen was a curse, and being with her would bring misfortune. But he only smiled faintly, because in his heart, nothing—neither university, nor returning to the city, nor some vague future—mattered more than Luo Yuzhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Zhou Andong had thought the same—but later, he understood. Liu Yahang was a pure man, one who lived true to himself, fully aware of what he wanted. He had no lofty moral ideals, no grand declaration that all men must die someday—but he lived authentically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Liu Yahang turned twenty and Luo Yuzhen turned twenty-one, they married, and soon after had a son; the next year, a daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yahang was a man who dared to think and act. To ensure his wife and children had enough to eat, he began secretly buying and reselling goods—first on a small scale, collecting farm produce from nearby villages to sell in town; later, after saving some money, he traveled south to bring back electronics—calculators, digital watches, and the like—to resell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yahang’s family lived well; his wife and children wore no patched clothes, and every day, as people passed his house, they smelled the aroma of stewed meat. Someone grew envious and reported him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enforcement team found over two thousand six hundred yuan in his home; accused of speculation and profiteering with a massive sum, he was sentenced to eighteen years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yuzhen, who had just enjoyed a few good years, was thrown back into despair overnight. She wept nonstop in her home for a day and a night; only the presence of her children kept her from completely breaking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held on, struggled, fought with all her strength to survive, raising her two children, holding onto just one thought: waiting for her husband to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, she could no longer bear it. On a day in April 1992, she hanged herself from a willow tree beside the Donghe River—the very stretch where her father had died. The tree was thin and short; even a half-grown boy could snap it with effort—but she hanged herself from it, kneeling halfway, her body suspended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not know that, on January 18, after the old leader had traveled south and spoken his words, the spring breeze of reform swept across the land, clearing the haze from the sky and bringing true light. The very next day, her husband Liu Yahang was released early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little too late—it was a missed chance, and once missed, it was for a lifetime: death separated them, and they would never meet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yahang lost all hope for this village; perhaps he still carried hatred. After handling Luo Yuzhen’s funeral, he vanished with his children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Andong heard news of Liu Yahang again, it was twenty years later—he was said to have returned in a Rolls-Royce, flanked by bodyguards, followed by over a dozen luxury cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After rebuilding the graves of his parents-in-law and his wife’s parents, he took Luo Yuzhen’s ashes away and never returned again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took a hard drag on his cigarette. In his past life, he himself had lived in utter chaos; he had wanted to help Luo Yuzhen, but had been powerless to do so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Luo Yuzhen hanged herself, he was not in Tanghezi. When he heard the news, he sank into depression for days—after all, their homes were not far apart, and that woman, whose life had been full of hardship yet who remained kind and tenacious, never left his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, why aren’t you back inside yet?” Zhou Anbei returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiting for you,” Zhou Andong snapped back to reality, crushed the cigarette butt under his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he couldn’t help her in his past life, this time he’d lend a hand to this unfortunate woman—just to form a good karmic bond with Liu Yahang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back inside, Yuan Liying said: “Dongzi, come here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sat beside Yuan Liying and grinned: “What’s up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t joke around with me,” Yuan Liying said. “When Jian Qiu was here, I didn’t ask—but now you must answer me honestly: where did the TV come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although she was happy to have the TV—even a big color one—she needed to know the truth to feel at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and slapped it down on the table in front of Yuan Liying with a flourish: “This is your New Year money. Don’t save it—buy whatever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So much money!” The little girl, watching cartoons, scrambled over excitedly and reached out to grab it—Yuan Liying slapped her hand away. “Go away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl giggled: “Big brother, I want to buy champagne to drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” Zhou Andong picked her up and hugged her. “Big brother will go buy some for you right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Liying frowned: “Where did all this money come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong gave a half-truth: “Our factory is undergoing reform—I proposed it, and I drafted the reform plan and marketing strategy. This money is my bonus. I originally planned to use it to buy a TV, but our factory secretary said he had an unused TV in his dorm and gave it to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Yuan Liying was skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Jian Qiu is our factory’s union chairperson—if the TV had been acquired illegally, would she have driven it back for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true,” Yuan Liying nodded, then her expression turned tense. “So… what’s your real relationship with Jian Qiu?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1297,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4e4ab838b5580c7bd37a9a0330a3a46881674517102c0b083962f89c1ce8f177","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-63","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-61",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]