Reborn, I am a trendsetter

In the Northeast in August, the sun is scorching like fire, and the air is filled with the smell of heat that cracks the whole person. Facing the scorching sun, I long for a sip of ice-cold soda and a shady corner.

Wei Tao felt the dazzling sunlight shaking him, and suddenly the world was spinning, and a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.

"Xiao Tao, what's wrong?"

"This child is too hot. Is he suffering from heatstroke?"

Feeling his arm being held tightly by someone and leaning on his body, Wei Tao shook his head and opened his eyes.

Um?

The chubby face in front of me and the thin face next to me subconsciously responded: "Mom, aunt."

No, so much younger?

Mother Zhou Xinglian handed over the water cup in her hand: "Drink some water. It's too hot. Don't follow me. Sit here and rest for a while..."

Looking at the sweat that was also flowing on her mother's plump cheeks, she looked around again. Seeing that her nephew was okay, her aunt Zhou Xingrong continued chatting with the landlord: "Sister, we are all on the side of the street (gai), run away."

The minibus at the reservoir takes ten minutes to reach the stop, and your house is too expensive."

"Sister, everyone knows that our SJ City is going to be developed, and Jiangnan is the focus. Sooner or later it will be demolished here. The vegetable farmers who used to pay for the land are all getting better now..."

"Sister, what kind of place is that? What kind of place is this? It also has the reputation of not being a rural area. How is it different from a rural area? It is not easy for a girl like me to raise children alone, and I don't have much money, otherwise I wouldn't go there.

Check out the house here..."

The fragmented memories deep in his memory began to be integrated in Wei Tao's mind, and countless pictures came together. Some were blurry; some were still clear twenty years later. They were not unforgettable, but they were constantly receiving new information in the Internet age.

After that, I have fantasized more than once about what my past life would be like if I could be reborn...

Is it a dream?

Is it fantasy?

Wei Tao pinched his left arm with his right hand. The force was not very strong, and the pain was real. Looking at the arm that was not thick, the instep of the foot was clearly visible when he lowered his head, and he could breathe smoothly. The discomfort caused by obesity was also gone.

Gone.

He wiped his hand on his mouth, and smoothed the corners of his mouth that could no longer be concealed. If there is anything in life that is above birth, old age, illness and death, there is no doubt that if you live again, the length of your mouth will be

Changed by fate, quality is changed by oneself.

Wei Tao can't remember how many times he played with his mobile phone and became more and more energetic. When he could only force himself to turn off his mobile phone and close his eyes to sleep, the best tool to help him sleep was to have random thoughts about his life.

Either rebirth or change, your wild and unconstrained ideas will spread all over the Internet in a few years. You only need to put yourself into that identity, and you will feel a very happy sleep aid. Do others become more energetic the more they think about it?

Wei Tao didn't know that here, after a good start, he would always fall asleep unknowingly. When he didn't have to get up to go to work the next day, he would still stay in bed when he woke up, and there would still be thoughts in his mind.

Thinking about taking over the place I visited last night in my 'fantasy'...

I want to be born again.

I want to win the lottery.

I want to get the system.

It’s not that I don’t want to struggle and expect pie in the sky, it’s just that people have a little bit of false life imagination in this world.

It's not that it's an unsuccessful life, it's just that it lacks the opportunity to enjoy life at a different age, and it also lacks a life that allows the mother to raise a puppy in advance and dress luxuriously and no longer have to worry about spiritual and material things.

I wanted to be reborn, but I didn't expect it to come.

"Why are you giggling? Here, go to the small shop over there and buy some ice cream to cool down." Looking at the five yuan handed over by his mother, Wei Tao nodded, took the money, and walked towards the direction his mother pointed.

I jumped up, and it felt so good not to be restrained by more than 200 kilograms of weight. My flat belly was a 'scenery' I hadn't seen in a long time.

Eighteen years old, as old as a flower, as old as the wind, with unlimited energy in his body, and eyesight that has not been completely 'destroyed' by smartphones. At this moment, a glass of wine floated from the nearby public toilet in this weather.

The pungent smell, and even though the soil under his feet had dried out in the sun and it had rained yesterday, it was still soft and dry, which could not dampen Wei Tao's good mood in the slightest.

He bought two bottles of ice-cold mineral water. The food safety issues that must be paid attention to in this era made him give up the one-dollar brand and choose the one-and-a-half dollar Wahaha. He also bought four fifty-cent popsicles. When shopping,

, it is Wei Tao who is in his thirties and has been struggling in society for nearly 20 years. The memory picture flashing in his mind is that of Wei Tao, who was 18 years old. It seems that in the same session, he bought a bottle of iced

Mirinda.

"Mom, it's hot, let's eat a popsicle first."

First, he handed a popsicle to the landlord, then to his aunt and mother, and then handed a bottle of mineral water to his aunt. He took the other bottle in his hand, unscrewed it, and motioned to his mother to drink first.

"Hey, this kid is sensible." The landlady subconsciously wanted to be polite, but Wei Tao had already stuffed the popsicle into her hand, so she complimented him.

It was a hot day, and the walls of the small courtyard were underground and shady. There were popsicles to cool down as a buffer between the two parties' bargaining and the sincerity of the transaction. The almost non-stop conversation between the landlord and the aunt stopped briefly.

Wei Tao took advantage of the situation and walked into the bungalow, a row of bungalows. This house was the first one at the end of the dirt road. At this time, it was definitely outside the suburbs. The first house at the end had no geographical boundaries.

The advantage is that the only difference from other houses with the same layout is that the courtyard door opens on a dirt road, while other houses open in a narrower alley.

The courtyard is not big, a dilapidated small warehouse, with a cellar in the courtyard. The main house is only about 30 square meters. The entrance is an area that you can think of as a slightly larger kitchen. The cement floor is slightly undulating and not smooth enough.

However, the windows inside the house are bright and tidy enough, and the landlady did not brag about it. From the doors, windows and stove, it can be seen that it is indeed a clean house that can only be lived in.

There is a small window between the back room and the kitchen. Now there is only a hot bed in the back room, and everything else has been emptied. Sitting on the hot bed, you can see into the kitchen. The entire main house is a square cut in half, with the back room on one side and the back room on the other.

The kitchen is just the inside of the kitchen. There is a very small room separated by a wall. There is a window facing the back alley. There is also a single bed. It is only one and a half meters wide and more than two meters long. There is a

A single bed, with a single desk used in an old school crammed into the headboard of the bed, and a cabinet nailed above the head. There are still clothes hanging in it that have not been taken away. Obviously you are going to live in this room, so your personal belongings and clothes

They are either placed in an overhead cabinet, placed under a single bed, or can only be hung on a clothes hook on the wall.

The bungalow has no heating and only relies on the fire for heating. It is conceivable that this small room without a fire bed must be very cold in winter. The rear window and door are staggered and there is no ventilation in the summer. But in any case, this can be regarded as a two-room house.

Well, for an eighteen-year-old boy, having his own independent private space, that wall and that door can withstand the cold of winter and the heat of summer.

Wei Tao knew that the landlord sold this house for no other reason than that she and her family did not believe that urban development and construction could expand the city all the way here, let alone 20,000 yuan, even if it was

They won't sell this house for 100,000 yuan.

But even 20,000 yuan, for Zhou Xinglian, whose monthly salary is less than 600 yuan, is all she has accumulated through frugal and hard work for more than ten years.

Later, Wei Tao talked to his mother about why her mother, who was facing layoff and didn't have much money, had the idea of ​​buying a house.

"Having a house means you have a home."