You, quietly depart,

Step by step, lonely back,

Think more, 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 a long dream.

When I opened my eyes suddenly, the first thing that caught my eye was my mother's slightly nervous face.

Lu Menglin was a little confused, and looked at her mother in a daze, because she was at least twenty years younger than her actual age, and she vaguely remembered her teenage years.

"Menglin, are you okay?" Mom's voice was soft and nice, like a natural sound.

Lu Menglin was shaken violently, and tears couldn't help but gush out.

"What's wrong, silly boy, it doesn't matter if you don't get good grades, as long as you work hard, Mom and Dad won't blame you. 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 beads with broken threads, sliding down his cheeks one after another, and he couldn't stop at all.

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

"If my grades are really not good, it's a big deal to go to my relatives to borrow money, and I must let my cub go to college. Mother secretly made up her mind.

The song "Understanding You", which was played on an old-fashioned hemispherical TV, was a work by singer Man Wenjun in 1994, which once touched an entire generation.

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

If time is a never-ending river that rushes forward, then just now, Lu Menglin went backwards.

In that nightmare, but very real memory, Lu Menglin is thirty-seven years old, doing a job with no future in a third-tier small city, earning a pitiful salary, and usually has no passion in life except for the hobby of playing games.

Like the vast majority of ordinary people, life is a slow process. People grow old day by day, and their extravagant hopes fade day by day, and finally they become like cattle that have been hammered, and all their dreams and pursuits are gradually drifting away.

Lu Menglin still remembers very clearly that housing prices have risen for more than ten years, so that a working-class person like him feels out of reach, and he can only use all his family's efforts to drain six wallets and carry high debts for decades in order to have the so-called qualification to get on the bus.

And on that unforgettable afternoon, the elderly parents came to the sales center with their hard-working life savings and an almost pilgrimage-like mood to dedicate the last bit of light and heat to their son.

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

This project in Z city is under construction, and even the sales center has just completed the main building, and it has already begun to receive customers.

There was a loud bang, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Who would have expected that the entire sales center would collapse.

Dozens of people, including Lu Menglin's parents, were buried in the rubble by the collapsed tofu slag project. And Lu Menglin happened to escape this life and death catastrophe because he went out to answer the phone.

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

In the face of such conditions, some people were excited, but Lu Menglin could only laugh miserably, his family was gone, and he wanted a house to be a fart!

A month later, Lu Menglin learned that all the other victims' families had accepted the compensation conditions, and only he stubbornly insisted.

It's a pity that ordinary little people have no power to fight back in the face of the ruthless crushing of fate.

Lu Menglin's insistence did not expect justice and justice, and no one was substantially punished for this. How humble those lost lives are 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 hardships, and with the help of hackers, he finally mastered the ironclad evidence of the crime of this real estate group, if this core evidence is exposed, the group will inevitably fall apart, and the evil will eventually be severely punished.

However, on the way to submit evidence to the public prosecution and law department, Lu Menglin encountered a mud truck that hit him head-on.

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

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

Am I, born again?

Subconsciously walked to his small room, the desk was full of review materials, thick mock exam papers, and the book "Slam Dunk" that he secretly hid under the papers, everything seemed to return to the memory of high school.

Lu Menglin stared at his slender and delicate ten fingers in a daze, and couldn't help but touch his flat and firm lower abdomen, the four-pack abdominal muscles were faintly formed, looking at the slightly immature but sunny face in the mirror, his inner emotions were undoubtedly excited.

At the age of thirty-seven, he has long been tormented by life and lost his vitality, and his figure has been out of shape because of long-term overtime, the protruding belly, the loose muscles, and the increasingly thinning and receding hairline are all traces left by years of hard work.

And at this moment, the young man in the mirror is young and full of vitality, and his youthful appearance is sunny and handsome no matter how he looks at it.

Lu Menglin's eyes were locked on the desk calendar in front of the table, the desk calendar showed the time of June 1, 1998, until this moment, he still couldn't fully believe that he had returned to twenty years ago.

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

......

In the early summer of '98, the weather seemed to be hotter than usual.

Lu Menglin is in his second year of high school at this time, but when it comes to his grades, everyone can only describe it with a sigh.

He studied in Liufang No. 1 Middle School, a factory-run children's school, with a total of six classes in the second year of high school, with about 50 students in each class, and a total of more than 300 people in the whole grade, and Lu Menglin's results can probably be 250 in the best time!

That's right, he is the legendary crane tail, and he is the kind that hangs very distinctively.

If Lu Menglin is the kind of student who can't read at all, his grades are a mess, but his liberal arts grades can't be considered bad, especially in history and language, a 150-point paper can sometimes score more than 120 points.

It's just that his math and English grades are a bit shocking and outrageous.

In the second (fifth) class of high school, Lu Menglin once set a record that amazed everyone, 150 points in the English paper, and he actually scored a 5 points in the test when he wrote all the multiple-choice questions.

That's right, it's really only five points, in the words of the English teacher, that is, you have a grudge against English, and this luck is too bad!

And the math class was basically like listening to the book for Lu Menglin back then. If he doesn't keep up with the foundation, he can't understand it at all, and his exam score is often around 40 points, because there are not many questions he can do on the whole paper.

In the eyes of the teachers, it has reached the second year of high school, and students like Lu Menglin 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 all of them correctly!"

The one who spoke was the English teacher of the second (fifth) class of high school, he was a short and fat middle-aged man with a fat face, holding a big red thermos cup in his hand, and said with a smile.

The students shrunk their necks one after another, these few sentences on the blackboard are indeed difficult to translate from English to Chinese, just now a few students with good English scores have tried, but the results are all shitty.

It seems that no one but that person can write all these super-standard translations!

"Lu Menglin, are you in a daze again? Come up and translate these verses!" suddenly came the English teacher's scathing voice in everyone's ears.