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"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

A series of simple, melodious bells suddenly echoed and rippled through the small room.

Fang Chen raised his head and murmured sleepily: "Where did the pendulum clock chime sound effect come from? Who is the most dazzling person on my phone..."

Halfway through his words, Fang Chen suddenly trembled and sat up with a sound, his sleepiness completely gone.

After a while, after seeing everything clearly in front of him, Fang Chen rubbed his face hard until it turned red!

Damn, I’m really reborn!

All I saw in front of me was a mottled and worn-out desk with very little red paint left on it. There was a clock over half a foot tall, yellow all over, brand 35.

It was the time it announced just now.

Turning his head, he saw a sinisterly curved peach branch stretching out from the window, carelessly, not caring whose territory it belonged to.

This was grown by the neighbor next door, and Fang Chen has always been worried about it.

It's not because the peach branch takes up his space.

It's because this is a winter peach tree, and it hasn't been grafted yet. The fruit is small, astringent, and not sweet at all!

If a peach tree produces peaches that are not sweet, what kind of fruit tree is it? Isn’t it good to just use it as wood for chopping wood?

On the yellowed walls, the masterpieces of wanton graffiti originally only existed in memory, but now they were clearly displayed in front of Fang Chen's eyes.

Fang Chen was not ashamed of this. He paid for it with a meal of stir-fried meat with a feather duster.

Looking at this old house that should have been demolished twenty years ago, Fang Chen felt no joy of rebirth in his heart.

The old house is a bungalow. On rainy days, it rains heavily outside and light rain inside. The ground is damp, and a layer of green moss grows on the corners. From time to time, surprises like mushrooms and fungus appear. Of course, Xiaoqiang is also a must-visit.

, sometimes you can also see cute little friends like beetles and unicorns.

This is not a common problem in bungalows, but unique to Fang Chen's family.

How could it be compared with the large duplex of more than 200 square meters that I later bought, especially since I also opened a small fitness room, where I could exercise my middle-aged belly if I had nothing to do.

"Why……"

With a heavy sigh, Fang Chen helplessly let himself go and threw himself back. What evil had he done?

"Ouch!"

There was a gasp, and Fang Chen looked at his tightly wrapped arm, wanting to cry without tears, how could he have forgotten about the broken bone.

The more he looked at it, the more Fang Chen wanted to slap himself. What a sin.

Everything else is old, except the broken elbow bone is new.

Not even a previous life.

At this moment, he was wondering to himself, if he was reborn, he would be reborn. Why would he run to the roof of the building if he had nothing to do?

I thought I was dreaming.

I saw my mother, grandpa, and a bunch of teachers and classmates shouting below, and I felt that this dream was quite real, and my mother had become younger.

Can my mother not be young after being reborn into high school all of a sudden?

As a result, he missed the point and fell down.

Fortunately, the building is an old building, only three stories high. Because the school is so poor, the ground is not even paved with cement pavement. It is covered with dirt. When it rains, my feet are covered with mud. I only broke my elbow after falling.

Otherwise, he might be the reborn person who dies the fastest after rebirth.

Absolute shame for reborn people, bringing shame to tens of millions of reborn people in Qidian.

"Fang Aiguo, now the family has no money at all, and my son fell like this. Why did I ask you to go out and borrow some money?"

A burst of fierce, high-pitched, deafening, shouting that reached the sky suddenly sounded in the next room.

When Fang Chen heard this familiar voice, he was stunned for a moment, and then he covered his head with the quilt with a look of helplessness.

At this time, the air in the next room was almost stagnant.

Liu Xiuying pinched her waist with her hands and stared angrily. She looked at the husband in front of her who was just lowering her head and puffing on a cigarette and sitting motionless. She suddenly felt sad.

"I was really blind at the time. How could I see such a loser like you, Aiguo Shang? You can't do anything all day long but just write with a pen. You're in your forties and you don't even have a factory newspaper."

You can’t even make it as a chief editor, and your salary is lower than me, a front-line worker! You still have the nerve to smoke!”

Anxious and annoyed, Liu Xiuying snatched the cigarette from Fang Aiguo's mouth, threw it to the ground, stepped on it, and the red cigarette butt was quickly extinguished.

Fang Aiguo looked at the twisted cigarette rods and scattered tobacco leaves on the ground. His face was instantly clouded, the muscles of his cheeks trembled involuntarily, and his mouth was pursed tightly, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

Standing up with a swish, Fang Aiguo clenched his fists and roared with red eyes: "How many times have I told you, don't call me Fang Aiguo!"

She didn't know whether it was because she hadn't seen her husband resist for a long time, or because she was shocked by Fang Aiguo's stern look, but Liu Xiuying was stunned for a moment.

"The editor-in-chief of the factory newspaper is a part-time employee of the deputy director of the factory office. How could I possibly be able to be the editor-in-chief of the factory newspaper?"

"Also! I make less money than you, but why don't you tell me how much money you lost playing cards all day long!"

The resentment in his heart had been building up for a long time, and Fang Aiguo's scoldings came out like a machine gun.

After being stunned, Liu Xiuying became furious and pushed Fang Aiguo. Her tone suddenly rose two octaves, "Fang Aiguo, okay, you have grown up. You actually dare to yell at me. Try yelling at me again."

try!"

Liu Xiuying kept pushing and pushing, but Fang Aiguo did not dare to fight back and could only stagger back. The situation was really embarrassing.

"If I don't call you Fang Aiguo, then what would I call you? Fang Zixuan? Leshuishanren? Look at your appearance, do you have the slightest hint of arrogance?"

Liu Xiuying sneered, "Besides, Patriot is the name Dad gave you. If you don't want to, go to Dad and see if Dad will break your legs!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Fang Aiguo raised his hand and pointed angrily at Liu Xiuying's nose, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"What? You still want to hit me? Could it be that what I said is not the truth!" Liu Xiuying said contemptuously.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you, a shrew!"

After saying the next word, Fang Aiguo strode out and walked out, slamming the door.

Hearing a clang, Fang Chen stretched his head out from the quilt and let out a long breath. The war was finally over.

Arguments between parents were commonplace in Fang Chen's more than 40 years of life in his previous life, but it was mostly his mother who was quarreling with his father. The quarrels were so fierce and unprecedented, and it seemed that his father was really driven into a panic.

Fang Chen didn't understand at first. Aren't the names Aiguo and Aijun the common names of that era? There were so many people calling them. Besides, wasn't it just a name? How could it be so sensitive?

It's just ridiculously stubborn.

Later, when he grew up, Fang Chen finally understood that for a person who was deeply addicted to the aura of literary youth and longed for poetry and distant places, such an old-fashioned name as Fang Aiguo was like a big mountain weighing on his head, and he couldn't get rid of it in his heart.

nightmare.

Perhaps this was his last bit of resistance against this secular and dirty world.

However, for a person who was born on October 1, 1949, and was born with the country, what should he call it if not patriotism? Fang Guoqing?

"I was really blind, how could I marry your father!"

Liu Xiuying pushed open the door angrily and sat down on the chair. Feeling that she was still angry, she slapped Fang Chen's bed hard.

Fang Chen rubbed his nose helplessly.

My mother doesn’t know, but he does know that when he was young, his father was tall and handsome, and he loved literature and art. He could write beautiful words and had good literary talent. He could even write some poems. In Luozhou Daily,

The Evening News published quite a few tofu cubes.

I don’t know how many girls have dreamed of him.

It’s just that after getting married, my mother suddenly realized that being handsome and talented, none of these can be used as food.

On the contrary, my father was so industrious that he didn't even know how to hold the soy sauce bottle when it fell over. He was conceited, unwilling to work hard, and even less willing to join in with others. In short, his character of not being good at living was revealed.

The main theme of life is always firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

As for my mother, she has a lot of problems. She is fierce and tough, loves to play cards and always loses, and is not good at housework.

This is a perfect match for my father. If only one of them could be good at this, the family would not be in such a dilapidated state.

In addition, when I was a child, I grew up in a rural area. I went to school late and didn't study well. I went to work in a factory right after I graduated from junior high school. Therefore, I always seemed a bit clumsy when talking and doing things. And then I was afraid that people would look down on me, so I used to be aggressive to cover it up. Over time, it became

It looks like this now.

If my grandfather hadn't worked in the slaughterhouse, and my mother could sacrifice some pigs to the water from time to time as a sacrifice to my father's five internal organs temple, and if my mother was beautiful, Fang Chen didn't think my father would marry her.

It’s not Fang Chenchui. My mother was definitely a beauty when she was young. Standing together with my father, they are truly a talented and beautiful woman, a golden boy and a beautiful girl. They are a match made in heaven.

Listening to Liu Xiuying chattering about Fang Aiguo's shortcomings, as well as the resentment and regret accumulated over the years, Fang Chen hummed beside him. These clichés were already ringing in his ears.

If the current trend continues, in about two or three years, my parents will get divorced just like in their previous lives.

He only learned about this matter from his aunt's accidental words after graduating from college.

His acting skills are really good. It would be a shame not to win an Oscar. He actually hid it from him for four years in college. Every time he came home, he pretended to be exactly the same as before, but there were fewer quarrels. He thought the two of them were

My feelings have improved.

When he thought about these bad things and that he would have to go through them again in his life, Fang Chen felt as if he had eaten shit.

No, it's worse than this.

The only thing worse than eating shit once is eating it twice.

Hey, my head hurts just thinking about it, it’s so terrible.

After all, it's all about money.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, isn't it money!
Chapter completed!