Reed roofs, I-beams, lime walls, large tiled houses......

When he opened his eyes and saw this familiar scene, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Wu Tao's mouth.

Xu is because of the mid-life crisis, and he always dreams of the same scene recently, as if his soul is out of his body, tracing the river of time and going upstream, back to his flying youth.

The scene I dreamed of became clearer and clearer each time. It was the year of the high school entrance examination, and he lived alone in the dormitory of the water conservancy station outside the school, and he would see the scene every morning when he woke up.

But he's not surprised. Because he knows that this scene is illusory and ephemeral, as long as he closes his eyes and wakes up again, he will return to reality.

Close your eyes, count one, two, three, and open them again, hey, it's weird!

This time, I can't go back to reality. Although his middle-aged years are full of many regrets and unbearable pasts, this is not scientific after all!

Wu Tao was a little flustered about this unknown situation, and he noticed that the torn calendar on the wall read: May 12, 1995, the year of Yihai, the month of Xinsi.

This day is the day to fill in the volunteers for the high school entrance examination!

It was this wrong choice that led to his later failed life.

So today is a major turning point in his life, extremely significant!

For junior high school students in later generations, they may not be able to understand how filling in the high school entrance examination will become a major node in their life trajectory?

However, in 1995, two years before the abolition of the public funding system for secondary schools, in many underdeveloped areas across the country, such as Bac Giang City, technical secondary schools were the first choice for many outstanding rural students above key high schools.

The reason is very simple, one is because the tuition fee is very cheap, and the other is the assignment of work packages, and can even be assigned to some good units, such as post and telecommunications secondary school students assigned to the post and telecommunications bureau at that time, which was the predecessor of the two giants of the post office and the telecommunications bureau in later generations.

Such a temptation is irresistible for rural children with poor family backgrounds.

The children of the poor are in charge of the family at an early age. Rural children have such an awareness since they were young, and they use the money of the public (state) to learn their skills, and then participate in work and share the burden of the family.

Wu Tao is one of them.

It's a pity that the times are changing rapidly, and he never imagined that a year before he graduated, with the complete cancellation of the public funding system for secondary schools, the once hot secondary school graduates became not painful and uncles did not love them.

People in the world will always sigh lightly, this era is changing fast. But one day it really falls on your head, subverting the three views is light, and destroying the belief in life abounds.

After all, a rural family has worked hard to cultivate seedlings for more than ten years, and if it is useless, it is useless, how can ordinary people stand it?

However, Wu Tao was lucky, because of his excellent grades, he took the last train assigned to the work package, but at the same time, he was unlucky, not long after entering the post and telecommunications office, he was separated from the postal and telecommunications families. Due to a wrong choice, he worked hard to stay in the postal service, which was called a state-owned enterprise but was in fact in decline very quickly.

The iron rice bowl that thought it was fragrant and gluttonous became chicken in an instant. Then a group of graduates with the halo of undergraduates poured in, sealing all possible avenues for his ascent to the ground. The effort was in vain, because academic qualifications had become the first threshold on his way up!

resolutely resigned, left Beijiang, came to Jinling, and worked to supplement his family while applying for an adult bachelor's degree. The hardships that have been endured can be imagined, and the tiredness that has been endured has no one to complain about. The hard work paid off, and finally kept the clouds open to see the sunrise. However, just when he had just achieved something, he suddenly suffered a drastic change in his family and was destitute again......

After several stumbles so far, after the days are calm, he has entered middle age.

He often thinks that if he is not swayed by the expectations of his family and follows his inner choice, maybe everything will be different......

With a sigh, Wu Tao came back to his senses and said strangely: Why is this 'dream' still there?

At this moment, a voice that hit the soul came from outside the house: "Wu Tao, are you up?"

Wu Tao's body shook violently, it turned out to be her! Even though he knew that he was in a dream, he still couldn't help himself in the face of the owner of the voice.

After a while, a perfect melon seed face appeared on the red-lacquered wooden windowsill. The long and neat bangs, with a pure smile like a flower, are like an RPG bazooka, hitting the only weakness in his heart with precision at close range.

"Well, An Rong, I'm up, you wait for me for a while, I'll be fine right away. ”

Unable to continue to distinguish between the truth and falsehood of the dream, Wu Tao hurriedly turned over and got out of bed. Stepping barefoot on the cold and mottled concrete floor, a chill rushed to the brain.

Feeling excited, as if he had woken up in a dream, Wu Tao found that all this had not changed in front of him.

But the thought of facing her - the invincible girl who has been haunted by her for half her life, no matter how long it is, is worth it.

"You move quickly, fill in the volunteers today, you can't be late, I'll wait for you outside." An Rong's voice came, wet with no doubt.

"Got it. ”

Slipping on the really good trousers, buttoning up the handmade cowhide belt, and putting on a plaid short-sleeved shirt, Wu Tao walked quickly to the wrought iron washbasin stand at the door.

Lifted the red bucket, poured most of the porcelain basin well water, then picked up a pinch of water, carefully wet his face, and at the same time prayed secretly in his heart: Don't wake up at this time, I still want to see her voice and smile......

The coolness was in his heart, Wu Tao excitedly thanked God, thank you for being as I wished, let the dream continue.

Raising his head, in the mirror on the basin stand, a childish face with Chinese characters was revealed, the beard at the corner of the mouth was fine and yellow, and the black and swarthy eyes were exceptionally clear, with a faint trace of vicissitudes.

Thank you for being young and sunny, still handsome, and giving me the greatest courage.

was about to open the door, Wu Tao stood behind the door, the young man's heart was pounding, and he felt a heartbeat after a long time. Taking a deep breath, he was about to open the door when his right hand paused in front of the lock.

After a little hesitation, he turned around and picked up a small handful of water, and after wetting his wet hair, he took care of a very angry biased hairstyle.

The red lacquered wooden door opened, An Rong turned around prettyly, wearing a blue dress, two slender half-leg white stockings, a pair of milky white sandals, and the delicate face that seemed to be smiling, as vivid and perfect as in her memory.

"An Rong, you are so beautiful!"

The girl Qiong's nose straightened, and she said coquettishly: "Flim tongue! Let's go, I'm going to be late soon." ”

The May sun was a little dazzling, and Wu Tao cautiously walked out of the corridor with An Rong's back, for fear that this real dream would disappear as soon as he saw the light.

Fortunately, no.

The two walked out of the gate of the Binhu District Water Conservancy Station one after the other, and the noise of the entire block suddenly came to their faces.

The roar of the tractor emitting black smoke and the screaming of the cyclist boy are mixed with the cries of the hawkers on both sides of the street, forming a vivid picture of suburban life in the 90s.

At this moment, Wu Tao suddenly realized that this was not an illusory dream, but the real world.

'Am I born again?' because only this possibility is the most plausible explanation, even though it is not scientific.