Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

()Chapter 1 A stormy boyhood

Looking at the lake in front of him, Zhang Zhenyi showed a little confusion on his face. He could vaguely see something like excitement from his childish face, and the surprise could not be concealed in his slightly shining pupils.

, confused and a little excited mixed together, revealing an extremely surprising expression.

"Thank you, unknown god, for allowing me to be born in this era again!"

The young man looked like he was crazy, and rushed down the hillside about ten meters high. The speed may have been a little too fast, and his legs that were not slender could not brake in time. He swung his body and rolled down the gentle sandy slope.

After falling down, the young man seemed a little unconcerned. He climbed up and rubbed the sore spot. He didn't even wipe off the dust on his shirt that was covered with stitching marks, and ran towards the lake down the slope again.

go.

"Shinichi? What are you doing down here? Why are you running before we start?"

A slightly green girl's voice spread across the empty mountains and sounded extremely clear, but the owner of this voice was probably a little unhappy.

The young man seemed to turn a deaf ear to this voice. He did not look back at all. He didn't even take off his shoes before jumping into the lake. The lake surface seemed calm in October. At a glance, the lake was boundless and connected to the sky.

Go, the hazy mountain shadows are graceful and very attractive.

"Ah - God, your fucking eyes are really opened -"

The young man looked like he was crazy, and he didn't realize that the lake water up to his knees had soaked his few clean clothes. The loud sound broke through the calmness of the lake surface, rippling in the river valley, and on the flat ground.

Several middle-aged women and elderly people working in the fields raised their heads for a glance, then lowered their heads and continued working. One of the women could vaguely hear a few words muttered.

"You damn thing, why don't you drown me?"

"Shinichi, if you don't come up, I will bury you alive soon!"

A somewhat old voice suddenly came from the mountain, and then I saw an old guy of medium stature holding a hoe in one hand, shouting to the young man, the voice was like thunder, and the young man was stunned, and then

Then I saw him turn around and run towards another part of the river valley, as if walking on the wind, leaving only a chuckle that still hung in his ears.

"Nima, who said you can't be reborn? I can actually go back to this time. I must live a good life in this life."

The young man ran around the river valley for hundreds of meters before slowing down. His immature body was walking at a very steady pace, which looked very strange. He seemed to be thinking of something, and then he used the huge rocks at the foot of the mountain to walk in twos and twos.

My feet climbed up the two-story cliff, and then I patted my clothes. The trouser legs that had just been soaked were stained with loess and turned into mud.

The young man paused and then slowly sat down on the cliff. There was a look of extreme obsession in his green eyes, and he looked at the lake in the distance, with the passing ships reflected in his eyes.

"I haven't seen a scene like this for decades. It seems like I've really gone back in time."

Talking to oneself in general.

Zhang Zhenyi was originally a senior president of a multinational company. In his thirties, he experienced all kinds of life. In his previous life, he was born in this poor village in the south of the Yangtze River. In the 1980s, China was extremely difficult, and an elderly man in his family died.

Very early.

Batou Village, which is close to the Yangtze River, is surrounded by large lakes on three sides. There are few fields and floods occur from time to time. Farmers' living experience of relying on mountains and water means that every family in the village has one or two small boats.

He lived in the lake, but his father was ambitious but impetuous in his youth. He raised money everywhere to raise fish. As a result, after one year, he was completely washed away by the flood and lost more than 20,000 yuan. He could only raise it in the 1980s.

Such a large amount of money is almost a miracle in the countryside. If his grandfather hadn't been a little notorious during his lifetime, it would have been impossible for him to collect such a large amount of money. Unexpectedly, it was all wasted overnight.

Zhang Zhenyi's subsequent life was deeply impressed in his memory. In order to earn money and pay off debts, his parents were forced to leave the village to work in Shanghai. They left Zhang Zhenyi, who was only nine years old, at home. He stayed at his grandmother's house during holidays and usually lived alone.

He went to school in the three earthen houses in his home in Batou until he was in junior high school. Zhang Zhenyi went to his aunt's house for help. Later, he gradually went to the county town to attend high school, to Chaozhou to attend university, and to study in the United States.

Until he returned to his boyhood, Zhang Zhenyi had never forgotten the scenes of his boyhood, the look down upon him by the villagers, the chilling behavior of his father and sisters, and the price his parents paid with their lives in order to repay their debts.

That day Zhang Zhenyi had just returned from abroad. Even though he was in his thirties, he was still not married and had children abroad, just because he always remembered his mother's warning in his heart. If he was successful in the future, he must return to China to marry a wife and have children.

despise.

Although my mother had been looking forward to his return, she did not expect that due to her early years of labor, her mother exhausted her vitality early due to overwork in the years after his father's death. She did not even see her son in his last year.

Having only his young daughter by his side has always been Zhang Zhenyi's biggest regret in his life.

Zhang Zhenyi, who was on the plane that day, looked at the mother and son beside him, and couldn't help but think of the short few years when he lived with his mother when he was a child. Unexpectedly, when the plane passed through a strong airflow, it unexpectedly

I lost control, and as if a moment had passed, when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on this very familiar yet unfamiliar grassland.

But in an instant, Zhang Zhenyi understood his situation.

"Reborn!"

Looking at the wooden boats passing by in the distance, Zhang Zhenyi slowly regained his composure, and slowly replayed the scenes from his previous life in his mind. If he guessed correctly, this was the year his parents left home to work in Shanghai.

In the first year, when he thought about this, he seemed to feel a pain in his heart. It was surprising that this small body still contained the strong attachment of another underage version of himself to his mother.

"It doesn't matter whether you disappeared or not, but since I'm back, I will definitely let my mother live well in this life and not suffer the humiliation like in my previous life."

"This should be the National Day when I am in fourth grade!"

Zhang Zhenyi silently determined that the era he was in now was the year when he was nine years old. This year was also the year when the country experienced turmoil. On the National Day of the ninth year, he still remembered that he was not as good as before.

I usually stay at my grandma's house. I am a playful boy and spend the whole holiday at home. As a result, I eat all the rice at home. Then I live on sweet potatoes for a whole week before I go to the next weekend and walk eleven miles.

I came back to my grandma’s house on the mountain road and returned with half a bag of rice.

Thinking clearly about his current situation, the young man curled his lips slightly. He didn't expect that he would be so playful back then. Thinking that he would start eating sweet potatoes to live off tomorrow, he suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart. This kind of childhood was exactly what he remembered deeply.

The most profound memory.

"Shinichi, go home quickly, it's going to rain soon!"

The voices of boys and girls passed over the hillside and reached my ears. The boy jumped up quickly and responded, then ran towards the village. Not long after, huge raindrops hit his head and face, chasing the boy in the wind.

In these windy and rainy years, it was like a ray of light that cut through the sky and illuminated the entire lake in the distance.

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