The palm subconsciously looked to the side, but touched the sky. Sha Zhengyang did not open his eyes, and his palm continued to roam around, but still did not find the target.

The promised warm fragrance of nephrite can be held?

There seemed to be still a scent of familiar cold frost in Pang's nose. Sha Zhengyang shook his head in a daze, trying to wake up, where did this Bai Ling go?

Perhaps the coolness from the hands stretched out from outside the bedding made Sha Zhengyang wake up a lot.

As if suddenly remembering something, Sha Zhengyang opened his eyes with a sudden inspiration, sat up, looked around, and then rubbed his eyes again, but everything in front of him was still the same.

The slightly old plywood wall, a wooden column in the middle divides the milky white walls. The heavy old-fashioned windows present a tan paint color that is rarely seen in the impression. The half-open windows are green and several osmanthus and torreya trees are vaguely visible.

Where is this? Why is it dawn?

It seems like I am working overtime.

Tomorrow, the city will have a series of work arrangements and a city-wide cadre conference to implement the spirit of the 19th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. The entire municipal party committee office has been busy for several days, and tonight is the final review.

The main leaders of the city have a series of speeches and work arrangements and deployments, all of which require themselves, as the deputy secretary-general and director of the municipal party committee office, to check. After two consecutive nights, their bodies were unable to bear it. It seemed that they had dizzy eyes and palpitations, and they lost consciousness.

Did you be sent to the hospital? Everything was a dream just now?

Where is this?

The Second Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, or the Second Provincial Hospital? The First People's Hospital of the Municipal People's Hospital?

The vague memories seemed to slowly return to my mind. The Chinese torreya tree in my eyes is rare now. At least he remembers that the environment he lived in the past few years is not common, but everything in front of him gives him a sense of familiarity.

The Chinese torreya tree, old-fashioned small windows, and this plywood wall, subconsciously looked at the floor under the bed, fuck, wooden floor!

It is not fashionable solid wood or laminate flooring, but the pure old wooden flooring, which is elastic and empty on top!

The purple-black paint color has been ground to a white color, revealing the wood grain, and the gaps in the middle are particularly clear. I haven't seen this thing in many years.

This is not a hospital, where is it?

I looked at this bed again, damn it, the wooden bed. Although it is not the single wooden bed in the student dormitory, I looked at the old and faded paint color at the edge of the bed, and I don’t know who portrayed the patterns randomly. There seemed to be a hard brown mattress under my butt instead of a mattress.

The quilt is actually made of brocade and is sewn with cotton thread. Are there such quilts these days?

An extremely familiar feeling came to my face. Except for my mother, it seems that no one has sewed a quilt for me in his life, right?

He slightly turned his head, and there were even a few vague red paint letters printed on the side of a wooden table beside the bed.

Sha Zhengyang looked closely and saw that his heart was really like a thousand grass and horses galloping by, "Yintai County Revolutionary Committee"?!

It was like a lightning flashing across the mind, making the originally chaotic mind suddenly clear.

A wooden table with the "Yintai County Revolutionary Committee" printed on it. Look at this style, isn't it the oldest office desk in the past?

I remember that I used this kind of desk when I first started working, two drawers, a wooden cabinet on the right, a hinge button and a padlock, and two drawers can be locked. It looks so familiar.

In addition to his own desk, it seemed that the county government affairs office built a desk like this and two rattan chairs for him when he arranged the dormitory for him.

Thinking of the rattan chair, Sha Zhengyang subconsciously turned his head to look at the edge of the bed and the other end of the bed. The two rattan chairs were indeed resting there motionlessly. Sha Zhengyang's body was also frozen, and the whole thought was frozen and solidified there.

That's right, these two rattan chairs, one of the right front legs was broken, and the loose rattan streaks were scattered, revealing the bamboo pole core inside. There was also a hole on the side of the rattan chair, and even the rattan head was stuck out.

He had a clear impression.

I was so excited that I was so excited when I was sharing the dormitory with Bai Ling to celebrate the dormitory, I was so excited that I raised the rattan chair to cheer. As a result, I felt so happy that I felt sad. Unexpectedly, the rattan head that was stuck out made Bai Ling's arm a big hole, and blood was flowing.

Later, the wound healed after bandaging, but because Bai Ling had scarred skin, the scar never disappeared.

Even twenty years later, when Sha Zhengyang saw Bai Ling shook hands again, he could see at a glance that although it was very shallow, but could already be found after careful look, as if it had been hidden in his heart.

Sha Zhengyang's body couldn't help but tremble. He sat on the bed in disbelief and looked at the desk next to him.

There was no longer the Bangshi cold cream bottle on the table. This is the skin care product that Bai Ling has been using. There was only a light blue shirt hanging on it on the coat rack. The beauty still had a sense of beauty, but she had already lost her house.

There is also a movie poster that looks amazing even now, and the American movie "The Silence of the Lambs" hanging on the wall.

This was brought in by a classmate's relative from Hong Kong, and it is said to have been brought back from the United States or Australia. Looking at Judy Foster's cherry lips covered with skeleton moths, the thrilling feeling brought made Sha Zhengyang's mind suddenly clear again.

In my memory of "The Silence of the Lambs", Sha Zhengyang became the deputy secretary of the town party committee several years later, and then watched the pirated vcd disc by chance, which left a deep impression on him.

The reason why I put it in the house at this time is probably a bit bourgeois vanity. Both myself and Bai Ling seem to have a bit of this meaning.

Now? That means I really want to go back to the past?

Subconsciously raised his hands and looked at his hands full and powerful, how could this be the hands of an old man in his fifties?

How can this flat and male abdomen be connected to the body with a fat waist that is more than three feet a day?

There are also such ancient white cotton boxer shorts, which my mother made for herself, and it is much more comfortable than the cheap shorts sold in the store.

But none of this is the most important thing. The most important thing is how did you become like this?

This must be a dream, and no possibility will become like this. Even though countless novels and TV are interpreting various possibilities, it makes people fascinated by watching it, but Sha Zhengyang is a little unacceptable to happen to him.

Taking a deep breath, Sha Zhengyang stood up and walked to the window with some false steps. He didn't even dare to look out, for fear that he would not accept everything he saw.
Chapter completed!