Chapter 1 Return to Jiusan

Hu Yang looked at the person in the dressing mirror and felt mixed feelings.

This is a slightly tender face, with big eyes and a high nose bridge. If it weren't for the fact that it looked a little thinner, it would be a handsome guy.

From the moment he realized that he was reborn, he had to face it since he was panic and confused at the beginning, and it only took one hour and fifty-five minutes.

Some people say that life is like a boat that goes with the flow. If you choose the direction, you may not necessarily reach the other side you yearn for.

In his previous life, Poplar had fully released his ambitions, and he was extremely eager to succeed... But when working overtime, staying up late, smoking and drinking, and nightlife became a normal state. Life turned him into a machine that only knows how to make money by working, but also destroyed his health and happiness.

That day, he invited a well-known investor to drink. When he returned to the entrance of his community at night, he suddenly felt very tired... He sat on the stone steps on the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, and fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up, he had already returned to the old house in Sandaowan...

"I had a failure in my previous life. I was too tired to live! But there is no way out, so we have followed a wave of fashion and be reborn..."

The boy 1.78 meters in the mirror smiled inexplicably, revealing a vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his actual age.

There is no doubt that Huyang can be sure that he was back when he was eighteen years old.

He turned around, walked to the small square table, and looked at the Xijiang Evening News again, which was spread on the table, dated on April 15, 1993.

At this time, he was standing in the main hall. The west wing was his parents' bedroom and the east wing was his own bedroom. On the ceiling was a simple ceiling made of gold foil woven for a few dollars a day, and a forty-tall incandescent light bulb was hung on the ceiling. The floor was paved with red bricks under his feet, and it was a little uneven when he stepped on it.

The mottled large wardrobe looks very old at first glance. Next to it, the big wooden boxes stacked up with two mouths are dark and shiny. A sewing machine in the corner of the wall covers the cloth cover, and carbon fire is still pressed into the iron stove under the fire wall.

The only thing that looks worth a little money in the house is an old 18-inch TV, which is very thick and a camera tube TV that has been eliminated in the 21st century.

This is Huyang’s home, a dilapidated bungalow with three wing rooms and a small courtyard.

Huyang slowly sat on the chair in front of the small square table, picked up a small piece of naan bread and chewed it vigorously. Tears slid down his cheeks without realizing it.

According to the principle of the paradox of time and space, he has left his relatives and friends in his previous life forever.

His rebirth is not a game reading, but more like a reset of life, a rebirth in a parallel world.

Mixed with tears, Hupogon ate all the food in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it. He got up and wiped his face, then pushed open the door of the main hall and walked into the yard.

In April, Xijiang City, Xijiang Province is still a little cold, especially in the morning and night.

If it is a unit's housing, heating will not stop until April 15th. However, there is no centralized heating in Sandaowan where Poplar lives. They are burning fire walls at their own homes.

Sandaowan is a place name, and this area is actually a small ridge. The remnants of Xiao Chishan fall here to form ditches and troughs, and the ones located on these ditches are all bungalows.

All residents here do not have tap water at home and do not have sewer pipes. They have to use water to press the well outside, and domestic wastewater can only be poured into sewer wells on both sides of the road.

In short, this area lives on the bottom of Xijiang City. Well, in the words of later generations, this is a "shantytown".

Hu Yang's parents used to work in a coal yard. His father Hu Zhiguang was a tall and cheerful man in Kansai. He used to ride a tricycle in a coal yard to deliver coal to others.

My mother Li Guixiang is from Hunan Province. She used to pay invoices and weighed in at a coal yard. She looked beautiful and had a bad temper.

However, the coal yard is now in ruins. My father Hu Zhiguang is riding a tricycle outside to help others pick up goods and make some hard money. My mother sells vegetables in the vegetable market and her income is slightly better... Well, she also makes some hard money.

Hu Yang also has a sister named Hu Yue, who is three years older than him. She is currently studying in Yangcheng, the south. In the words of later generations, she is a top student.

As for Hu Yang himself, he is a little unprofitable. He failed the college entrance examination last year, but he refused to repeat the year. He is a idle person in his family.

In his previous life, he spent almost half a year at home after failing the college entrance examination. Later, he followed his uncle and stayed in a small pharmacy and officially entered society.

"My uncle!"

My uncle is the pain that Hu Yang doesn’t want to touch. In many years of his previous life, in addition to Qingming Festival, he tried to remember the name less.

It is said that grassroots poor people have a natural motivation to climb upward because they urgently need to change their embarrassing life. My uncle Li Hao is such a person.

Li Hao is smart and charming, and dares to fight and fight. Unfortunately, he took the wrong path and died in prison in his early thirties.

"In the 1990s, there were gold everywhere and traps everywhere. Since I returned to this point of time again, I will never allow the tragedy of the past to happen again."

Standing in the yard, Hu Yang seriously recalled the decades he had experienced. He felt that when he came back, he should let himself and his relatives have a different life trajectory than that of that year.

"Bang bang bang...Pang bang, Lao Hu, are you there?"

Poplar was wandering outside the sky, and the gate of the yard was knocked and people were shouting his name loudly.

"Here you come."

Putting away his chaotic thoughts, Hupora walked over and opened the door.

I saw a thin boy standing outside the gate. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, at most 1.7 meters tall, with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek, and a face full of youthful beans.

"Three monkeys?"

After pondering for a while, Hu Yang found this childhood playmate, San Monkey, San Monkey. San Monkey was his childhood friend, Liu Donglai. They were his childhood friend. The two have always had a good relationship since childhood.

This guy looks like a sharp-mouthed monkey since he was a child, and he is also the third child in the family, so he got the nickname San Monkey.

"Old Hu, what's wrong with you? I'm afraid I haven't woken up?"

The three monkeys, Liu Donglai, were not very used to the current look of Hu Yang, and he couldn't understand it very much. He suddenly felt something called "strange" from his buddy.

"Ah? Ah... I just got up and had just eaten a few bites of cake. Come in."

Hu Yang couldn't help but complain about this damn memory in his heart. It's so long that many pasts have become blurred.

The two walked into the main hall, and the three monkeys grabbed a piece of naan from the table and ate it. While eating, they said vaguely: "Is there anything wrong tomorrow morning? A boss is hiring someone to queue up and said that he would buy a subscription lottery table. I will get thirty yuan a day and a night. You go with me..."
Chapter completed!