1990, Southern, developed toy factory dormitory---

Cantonese song: "A pair that can't be modified, bring out the warmth always behind it, even if you are verbose and always pay attention, you don't know how to cherish the guilty ......"

Song Zhichao's ears suddenly sounded such a strange and familiar singing.

He opened his eyes and saw a set of old-fashioned cabinets with 80's goldfish painted on them, a little dirty and smelling of mold.

Looking around, it was a room of only about 20 square meters, with an outdated old light bulb overhead. On the left side of the bed is a table with messy things, mirrors, wooden combs, boxed tapes, and handsome pictures of Hong Kong's "Beyond" group Huang Jiaju and others, as well as members of the treasure island group "Little Tigers" Wu Qilong, Su Youpeng, Chen Zhipeng and others......

At this moment, a brand-new black plastic "Yan Wu" brand tape recorder is playing a cassette tape, and the song is Beyond's "I Really Love You" that Song Zhichao just heard----

"The spring breeze and rain warm my heart, and I give it wordlessly for a lifetime; it is your warm eyes that teach me to look at the road ahead with perseverance, and tell me that I should not give up when I fall; I can't explain how I can repay my kindness, love is infinite, please allow me to say that I really love you......."

The sound quality of this brand of tape recorder is very bad, far inferior to Nissan, or Hong Kong brand, but its TV commercials are very popular, and even Song Zhichao immediately clearly remembered that there was a teenager named "Yan Dance Boy", holding a tape recorder, dancing and singing, "Yan Dance Yan Dance, a song comes to love!"

The tape recorder rustled, and Beyond hysterically sang this extremely sad but popular song of thanksgiving for mother's love that must be ordered by major KTVs. Song Zhichao continued to look around in a bit of a daze, as if time and space were going backwards in front of him, and the most eye-catching thing was the wall calendar hanging on the wall, on which was Andy Lau of Hong Kong's "Four Heavenly Kings", --- handsomely leaning on a red locomotive, shaped like his "Heavenly Love".

How so? These things...... Look at the time shown on the calendar--- congratulations on the Chinese New Year 1990.

In 1990?

How can it be!

Shouldn't it be 2018 now?

Song Zhichao's mind was a little chaotic and messy.

Everything in front of you is both familiar and strange.

It's as if time has suddenly gone back decades.

Is it all a dream?

Haven't woken up yet?

Song Zhichao couldn't help but pinch his face with his hand, it hurt!

He jerked up from his bed, picked up the small round mirror in the shape of a goose egg on the table, and stared at himself.

Unfamiliar!

Very unfamiliar!

In the mirror, there was a slightly immature but very handsome face, at most eighteen years old, perhaps because of drunkenness, looking a little haggard, and the eye circles were also dark.

"Is this really me?" Song Zhichao looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

He was sure that he had never seen this face in his life

Then his head was dizzy, and a strange memory swallowed him up in an instant.

……

"Song Zhichao" has not yet woken up from the shock just now, to be precise, he has not adapted to his current "identity".

The names are the same, but they are not the same person.

He Song Zhichao was an orphan in his last life, a famous real estate tycoon, and a financial tycoon; in front of him he was a poor "working boy" who only had high Chinese and came to the south to work.

This is a simple teenager, who came to the south from the north and worked hard in a toy factory with his friends. Happy working with his childhood girlfriend.

Just like Mr. Lu Xun said: the children of the poor are unkempt and turn around the streets, and the children of the broad people, bewitched and squeamish, turn around at home in a squeamish voice, and when they grow up, they are all turning around in the society in the dark, just like their fathers, or not as good.

The simple Song Zhichao felt that he was not even as good as his father.

Just yesterday, he saw with his own eyes that his girlfriend had betrayed him and had become afloat with the production manager of his factory.

That's not all, the manager also used the power in his hands to directly remove him, who could have been promoted to the workshop supervisor.

Love, career, complete fiasco!

The simple boy couldn't accept such a blow at once, so he drank wildly, and finally the scene in front of him appeared.

After being reborn, "Song Zhichao" couldn't help but smile bitterly, he really didn't know whether to be happy or sad. But one thing is certain, now he is Song Zhichao, and Song Zhichao is him.

Soon, Song Zhichao thought of the situation in front of him, what kind of era this is.

1990---

This is a great era of reform and opening up, full of vigor and vigor, and a great era of thousands of horses galloping and hundreds of ships competing for the current!

Countless workers, peasants, intellectuals...... Successively plunged into this surging tide of the times.

Down to the sea, the tide;

State-owned enterprise reform, the golden decade of coal;

The great development of IT, the Internet era, and the globalization of entertainment......

In the end, the big waves swept the sand, and how many heroes and heroes poured out!

The hero is pathetic, and the hero is paranoid.

But---

This is an era where you can succeed without academic qualifications!

This is an era where you can win without relying on the backstage!

Here, we don't need a rich father, we don't need to be a second-generation official, we just need to seize an opportunity to keep up with the pulse of the times, and we can create a new century that belongs to us.

Now that I am eighteen years old, the simple and simple Song Zhichao is gone, but I am here.

……

"Brother Chao, you're awake, are you okay?" Suddenly, a fat man with an honest appearance carried a thermos flask and came in from outside, and when he saw Song Zhichao, he asked eagerly.

Song Zhichao thought about it for a while and recognized this person.

This is "myself" cousin, the name is very local, called "Zhu Fugui", I came to the south to work with myself for a year, I am seventeen years old this year, I am tall and strong, but my head is not good, I have been here for a long time and I can't speak Cantonese, many times I can't understand the words of people here, and I am always bullied. Song Zhichao usually likes to protect him, and the relationship between the two is also very deep.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy. ”

"I'm afraid you drank too much wine last night, my mother said that it's not good to drink too much, I persuaded you last night, but you just didn't listen. ”

Zhu Fugui scratched his head, hurriedly put down the iron thermos in his hand, picked up a white enamel tea jar from the table, and then said to Song Zhichao: "Brother Chao, you turn your head and don't look at it." ”

"What are you doing?"

"Turn your head first. ”

Song Zhichao listened to him and turned his head.

Then Song Zhichao saw Zhu Fugui pouting his ass through the round mirror placed on the table, sneakily taking out an iron box from under the bed he was sleeping in, and then opened the iron box and took out a bag of chrysanthemum brand "malt milk essence" from inside.

Zhu Fugui carefully poured some of the malt milk essence into the enamel tea jar with a wooden clip and opened it, looked at it, gritted his teeth, shook his mouth, and poured out more. Some fine dust was sprinkled on the mouth of the jar, and he took it with his fingers, stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it vigorously.

After doing all this, Zhu Fugui hurriedly put a bag of malt milk essence into the iron box and stuffed it under the bed, cautiously, looking like a thief.

"Goo-do-du-do!" the hot tea brewed malt cream, and a scent rose from the room.

"Okay, I know you have a headache, I'll give you my malt cream--- your head won't hurt after drinking it. Zhu Fugui handed the steaming tea to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao's heart was hot, so he said, "This is your baby, how can I drink it?"

Zhu Fugui blushed and said, "As long as you don't drink it secretly, ask me for it, and I will give it to you." My mother asked me to save money, I was reluctant to spend it, I only bought this malt milk essence, I originally wanted to give it to my mother when I went home, let her taste it, not that I was reluctant to let you drink it......"

The more the fat man explained, the more chaotic it became, but Song Zhichao clearly knew that as his cousin, the original Song Zhichao was simple and simple, but he was very willing to spend money to catch up with fashion. Especially after confirming the relationship with his childhood sweetheart Tian Xiaoli, Song Zhichao spent money like water, working for more than a year, not only did not save money, but also owed a lot of debt.

If nothing else, let's just say that the brand-new "Yan Wu" tape recorder used to play songs just now was bought by Song Zhichao half a month ago.

As soon as this brand of tape recorder came out, it was sought after by domestic enthusiasts, and the citizens of the imperial capital stayed up late to buy it on a snowy day, so the price reached 280 yuan. You must know that at this time, the salary of ordinary workers in BJ City is only 80 yuan to 150 yuan. Like Song Zhichao, they work here in Nanyue, staying up day and night and constantly working overtime, and their monthly salary is at most sixty or seventy yuan.

As for why the workers lent money to Song Zhichao, the reason is very simple, the grapevine says that Song Zhichao is the best candidate for the next workshop supervisor of the "developed toy factory". In line with the tradition of sycophancy, these workers will take the initiative to lend money to Song Zhichao, hoping that after he becomes a supervisor, he will take more care of himself.

But who knows, Song Zhichao is now not only poached by someone, but even the official position of the supervisor has been pried.

Just when Song Zhichao was drinking malt milk essence and felt more comfortable, he heard a woman downstairs in the dormitory shouting in a crisp voice: "Song Zhichao, I have something to say to you." ”

Song Zhichao was on the bed and didn't move.

Zhu Fugui leaned over and looked down, then turned his head to Song Zhichao and muttered, "That, the little cousin-in-law seems to have something to do with you." ”

Little cousin?

Isn't it the Tian Xiaoli who was dug up at the foot of the wall?

What is she looking for herself to do at this time?

Song Zhichao put down the tea jar, "Let that girl wait!"