You, leave quietly,

Step by step, lonely back,

Think more, stay with you

Tell you how much I love you in my heart...

When this familiar melody sounded in Lu Menglin's ears, it was like having an extremely long dream.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was my mother's slightly nervous face.

Lu Menglin was a little confused and looked at his mother in a daze, because she was at least twenty years younger than her actual age and vaguely resembled the memory of his boyhood.

"Menglin, are you okay?" Mom's voice was soft and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

Lu Menglin was shaken all over, and tears couldn't help but burst out.

"What's wrong? Silly boy, it doesn't matter if you don't get good grades. As long as you work hard, your parents won't blame you." The mother shook her head and smiled.

"Mom, I miss you so much!" Lu Menglin couldn't help but open his arms and hugged his mother tightly.

The tears on his face were like broken beads, sliding down his cheeks one after another and unable to stop them.

The mother obviously didn't expect her son to be so excited. She patted her son's back gently with concern on her face.

"If my grades are really bad, I will go to my relatives to borrow money at worst, and I must let my son go to college." My mother secretly made up her mind.

The song "Understand You" played on the old-fashioned dome TV was a 1994 work by singer Man Wenjun, which once moved an entire generation.

But when he heard this song again, Lu Menglin had a complicated mood as if he was in another world.

If time is a river that never stops flowing forward, then just now, Lu Menglin went retrograde.

In that memory that was like a nightmare, but extremely real, Lu Menglin was already thirty-seven years old, working a dead-end job in a third-tier small city, earning a meager salary, and doing nothing but

Apart from the hobby of playing games, there is no passion in life.

Like most ordinary people, life is a slow process of being hammered. As people get older day by day, their extravagant hopes disappear day by day. In the end, they become like a bull that has been hammered. All dreams and pursuits gradually fade away.

Fading away.

Lu Menglin still clearly remembers that house prices have been rising for more than ten years, so much that working-class people like him feel out of reach, so they can only spend all their family efforts, empty out six wallets and carry the burden of decades.

Only with high debt can you have the so-called qualification to get on the bus.

And on that unforgettable afternoon, his elderly parents came to the sales center with their life savings and an almost pilgrim-like mood, wanting to devote their last effort and energy to their son.

It is a well-known big real estate brand. They have acquired large tracts of land in third- and fourth-tier cities and are famous for their high capital turnover and strong marketing.

This project in City Z is under preliminary construction. Even the sales center has just completed the main building and has already begun to receive customers.

There was a loud bang, like a bolt from the blue.

Who could have expected that the entire sales center collapsed.

Dozens of people were buried in the rubble by the collapsed construction, including Lu Menglin's parents. Lu Menglin happened to escape this life-and-death disaster because he went out to answer the phone.

A week later, a negotiator sent by the real estate developer found Lu Menglin and proposed a compensation plan, a top-floor duplex.

Faced with such conditions, some people were heartbroken, but Lu Menglin could only smile miserably. There was no use in having a house since his family was gone!

A month later, Lu Menglin learned that all the other victims' family members had accepted the compensation conditions, but he was the only one who stubbornly persisted.

It's a pity that ordinary little people have no power to fight back when faced with the ruthless crushing force of fate.

Lu Menglin's persistence did not bring justice and justice, and no one was actually punished for it. How humble those lost lives were in the face of power and wealth.

In order to seek justice for his parents, he silently collected evidence, like a knight walking in the dark, carrying a heavy load.

A year later, Lu Menglin went through many hardships and with the help of hackers, finally mastered the irrefutable evidence of the real estate group's crimes. If this core evidence is exposed, the group will inevitably fall apart, and the evildoers will eventually be severely punished.

However, just as Lu Menglin was submitting evidence to the public prosecutor's office, he encountered an oncoming dump truck.

In a daze, Lu Menglin seemed to have been sleeping in the dark sea for a long, long time.

Until the song "Understanding You" sounded in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw was his mother's face when she was young.

Am I reborn?

Subconsciously, I walked to my small room. My desk was filled with review materials, thick mock exam papers, and the book "Slam Dunk" that I secretly hid under the papers. Everything seemed to be back in high school.

in memory.

Lu Menglin stared blankly at his slender and delicate fingers, and couldn't help but touch his flat and strong lower abdomen. The four-pack abdominal muscles were faintly taking shape. Looking at the slightly childish but sunny face in the mirror, there was no doubt about his inner emotions.

It's exciting.

At the age of thirty-seven, I have long been tortured by life and have lost my vitality. My figure has also been out of shape due to long-term overtime work. The protruding belly, flabby muscles, and the increasingly thinning and receding hairline are all...

The traces of years of hard work.

At this moment, the boy in the mirror is young and full of vigor. His youthful appearance makes him look sunny and handsome no matter how he looks.

Lu Menglin's eyes were fixed on the desk calendar in front of his desk. The desk calendar showed that the time was June 1, 1998. Until now, he still could not completely believe that he had returned to twenty years ago.

"Mom, Dad, I'm back! This time, I will never let anything happen to you again! I will never let that tragedy happen again!" The young man in the mirror said to himself with tears streaming down his face.

...

In the early summer of 1998, the weather seemed to be hotter than in previous years.

At this time, Lu Menglin was in his second year of high school, but when it came to his grades, everyone could only describe him as sighing.

He attended Liufang No. 1 Middle School, a factory-run school for children. There were six classes in the entire second grade of high school. Each class had about fifty students, and there were more than three hundred students in the whole grade. Lu Menglin's grades were the best.

I'll probably be able to get to the 250th place in the exam!

That's right, he is the legendary crane tail, and he is also a very distinctive kind of crane.

It would be fine if Lu Menglin was the kind of student who couldn't study at all and whose grades were a mess, but his grades in liberal arts were not bad, especially history and Chinese. A 150-point paper could sometimes be passed

One hundred and twenty points or more.

But his math and English scores were shockingly bad.

In Class 5, Grade 2, Lu Menglin once set a record that astonished everyone. He actually got a score of 150 points in the English paper after writing all the multiple-choice questions.

score.

That's right, it's really only five points. In the words of the English teacher, you have a hatred for English. You are so unlucky!

For Lu Menglin back then, the math class was basically like listening to a book from heaven. He didn't keep up with the basics and couldn't understand it at all. His test scores were often around 40 points because there were so many questions in the entire paper that he could do.

not much.

In the eyes of teachers, by the second year of high school, students like Lu Menglin who are partial to subjects have basically given up.

"These questions are a bit tricky! But the level of your class is not good. It seems that except for a certain genius classmate, no one can answer them all correctly!"

The speaker was the English teacher of Class 2 (Fifth) of High School. He was a short, fat middle-aged man with a fat face. He held a big red thermos cup in his hand and said with a smile.

The students all shrank their necks. It was indeed difficult to translate the sentences on the blackboard from English to Chinese. Just now, a few students with good English scores tried to translate them, but they all failed to make sense.

It seems that except for that person, no one can write all these superb translations!
Chapter completed!