The first chapter returns to Ninety-Three

Hu Yang looked at the person in the dressing mirror, and his mood could be described as mixed.

It is a slightly immature face with large eyes and a high nose bridge. If it doesn't look a little thinner, it can be called a handsome little guy.

From the time he realized that he had been reborn, it only took an hour and fifty-five minutes for him to go from panic and confusion at the beginning to now having to face it.

Some people say that life is like a boat drifting with the current, you choose the direction, but you may not be able to reach the other side of your yearning.

In the previous life, Hu Yang had unleashed his ambition to the fullest, and he was extremely eager to succeed...... But when overtime, staying up late, smoking, drinking, and nightlife became the norm, life turned him into a machine that only knew how to work and make money, and at the same time, it also destroyed his health and happiness.

That day, he invited a well-known investor for a drink. When I returned to the gate of my community at night, I suddenly felt very tired and tired...... He sat on the stone steps by the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up again, he had already returned to the old house in Sandaowan......

"I really failed in my last life, I was too tired to live! But there is no endless road, we have also caught up with a wave of fashion, and we have been reborn......"

The one-meter-seven-eight kid in the mirror smiled inexplicably, revealing a vicissitudes that did not match his actual age.

There is no doubt that Hu Yang can be sure that he is back in the age of eighteen.

He turned around, walked over to the small square table, and glanced at the Xijiang Evening News on the table again, dated April 15, 1993.

At this time he was standing in the hall, the west wing was his parents' bedroom, and the east wing was his own bedroom. On the ceiling was a simple canopy woven from a roll of gold leaf, on which hung a forty-watt incandescent light bulb. Under his feet is the red brick paved ground, which is slightly uneven when stepping on.

The large wardrobe with a mottled surface looks very old, and next to it, the large wooden boxes stacked up are dark and shiny. A sewing machine in the corner of the wall was covered with a cloth cover, and a carbon fire was pressed into the iron stove under the fire wall.

The only thing in the room that seemed to be worth some money was an old 18-inch TV, very heavy, a picture tube television that had long been obsolete in the 21st century.

This is the poplar's home, a dilapidated bungalow with three wings and a small courtyard.

Hu Yang slowly sat down on the chair in front of the small square table, picked up a small piece of naan and chewed it vigorously. Tears unconsciously slid down her cheeks.

According to the principle of the paradox of time and space, he has left his relatives and friends in his previous life forever.

His rebirth is not a game read, but more like a reset of life, a new birth in a parallel world.

Mixed with tears, Hu Yang ate all the food in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it. He got up and wiped his face, then pushed open the door of the hall and walked out into the courtyard.

In Sai Giang City, Tay Giang Province in April, it is still a little cold, especially in the morning and evening.

In the case of flats, the heating will not be stopped until April 15. However, in the area of Sandaowan where Populus euphratica lives, there is no central heating at present, and the fire wall is burned at home.

Sandaowan is a place name, and this area is actually a small hill beam. The remnants of the Little Red Mountain have fallen here to form a series of ditches and ditches, and all the houses that sit on this ditch and ditch are all bungalows.

All the residents here have no running water in their homes and no sewer pipes. The water has to be picked up from the outside well, and the domestic wastewater can only be poured into the wells on both sides of the road.

In short, this area lives a group of people at the bottom of Xijiang City. Well. In the words of later generations, it was a "shanty town".

Hu Yang's parents used to work in the coal yard, and his father, Hu Zhiguang, was a tall, cheerful Kansai man who used to pedal a tricycle in the coal yard to deliver coal.

Mother Li Guixiang's ancestral home is Hunan Province, and she used to issue invoices in the coal yard and weighed her, and she is beautiful and has a bad temper.

But now that the coal yard is yellow, his father Hu Zhiguang is pedaling a tricycle outside to help others haul goods and earn some hard-earned money. My mother sells vegetables in the big vegetable market, and her income is slightly better..... Well, it's also to make some hard-earned money.

Hu Yang also has an older sister named Hu Yue, who is three years older than him and currently attends college in Yangcheng in the south. In the words of later generations, he is a scholar.

As for Populus himself, it's a bit difficult to say. He failed the college entrance examination last year, but he refused to repeat the year for a year, so he can be regarded as an idler in the family.

In his previous life, he was idle at home for almost half a year after failing the college entrance examination. Later, he followed his uncle and guarded a small pharmacy to officially enter the society.

"Uncle!"

Uncle is a pain that Hu Yang does not want to touch in his heart, and in many years of his previous life, except for the Qingming Festival, he tried to let himself remember that name less.

It is said that the grassroots poor have a natural motivation to climb upwards because they urgently need to change the living conditions of their embarrassment. Uncle Li Hao is such a person.

Li Hao is smart and charismatic, and he dares to fight. Unfortunately, he went the wrong way and died in prison in his early thirties.

"In the nineties, there was gold everywhere and traps everywhere. Since I have returned to this point in time, I will not allow the tragedy of the past to be repeated. ”

Standing in the courtyard, Hu Yang seriously recalled the decades he had experienced. He felt that when he was reborn, he should let himself and his relatives have a different life trajectory than back then.

"Bang bang bang...... Populus euphratica, old Hu, is it not there?"

Hu Yang was wandering the world, and there was a knock on the gate of the courtyard, and someone was shouting his name.

"It's coming. ”

Putting away his chaotic thoughts, Hu Yang walked over and opened the door.

I saw a thin boy standing outside the gate, seventeen or eighteen years old, at most one meter seven, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and a face full of youthful pimple beans.

"Three monkeys?"

After pondering for a while, Hu Yang turned out this childhood friend, the three monkeys, in the depths of his memory. The three monkeys' real name is Liu Donglai, and he is his hair small. The relationship between the two has always been good since childhood.

This guy looked like a sharp-beaked monkey when he was young, and he was the third child in the family, so he got a nickname called Three Monkeys.

"Lao Hu, what's wrong with you? I'm afraid you didn't wake up, right?"

The third monkey Liu Donglai was not very accustomed to Hu Yang's current eyes, and he couldn't understand it a little, and he suddenly felt something called "strange" from his buddy.

"Huh? ah...... I had just woken up and had only eaten a few bites of bread. Come on in. ”

Hu Yang couldn't help but slander this damn memory in his heart. It's been so long ago that a lot of the past has become obscure.

The two walked into the hall, and the three monkeys grabbed a piece of naan from the table without seeing it. While eating, he said vaguely: "Is there anything to do early tomorrow morning?" There is a boss who is hiring people to line up, saying that he is buying a subscription lottery form, and he will give 30 yuan for a day and a night. You come with me......"

The words of the three monkeys were like a thunderclap in the ears of the poplar, which woke up his sleeping memory.