Thirty years later... What kind of era was that?

Who can't be curious!

It can be seen in the book that it is another way of life that cannot be imagined now, but it is also another kind of cruelty.

But this kind of cruelty has been reinterpreted under the pen of these writers, and the cruelty is still there, but it will not happen to you again, because to be reborn is to change your own destiny.

Well, the small goal of the protagonists, make 100 million first!

Oh no, it's the first death.

Li Yiming most often sees that in the book, the protagonists are hurt in every way at the beginning, the sky thunders, the electric shock car hits the mirror, the mobile phone explodes, and the girlfriend breaks up......

Then they will go back to their childhood under the influence of a magical force, no matter how small, the memory is there, the IQ is there, and the emotional intelligence is also improved.

So many books, the same formula, they say, this is called a routine, or a writing template, this kind of writing is the most brain-free, because you have to update the online article quickly, otherwise many readers will send you blades to your home.

Some people even opened an online store to sell blades directly, and readers sent too much.

There is even an online store that specializes in sending blades for readers, and the business is not bad.

At that time, the needs of people were already abundant to such an extent.

......

It's funny, if you don't compare your own era, Li Yiming can even forget his headache.

It's a pity that he was in this era.

Because he knows that not only now, but even in another thirty years, there are still many people who have not eaten enough, and even if they are full, they do not have enough nutrition, and they still lack a lot, a lot of things that can change the fate of poverty.

And these people are his compatriots.

There are too many things missing, everything is missing, and now and from now on, there will always be something very important, enough for everyone to proudly say: our motherland is truly rich and strong!

The small goal set by the reborn protagonists is to change their own fate, and Li Yiming, what he wants to change is not his own fate, it is too simple, so simple that it is meaningless.

How much money can a person spend?

Even if you buy all the things that will rise a thousand times in 20 or 30 years from now, what about the richest man?

There are too many similar rebirth novels swirling around in his head, and Li Yiming treats them as materials and flips through them quickly.

Various stories of the same theme are arranged together according to the timeline, the plot is not worth mentioning, Li Yiming mostly only sees women who make a fortune and make a fortune... Pretending to be forced to slap the face...

It's no problem to get rich, and it's not a big problem to pretend to be forced to slap your face, but the protagonist has to get so many women that Li Yiming can't accept it, isn't bigamy a crime?

The relationship between men and women is so chaotic, and the neighborhood committee doesn't care?

Occasionally, one or two books that go back to the past and can still find their original wives have become the so-called clear stream, which makes him deeply disgusted, and a label is marked: all hooligans.

But he can't deny that this is what it means thirty years later, that someone needs these words to escape the pressure of reality, that's what they're worth, and as for hooliganism or something, a lot of ideas have completely changed in that era.

At that time, readers read these books and had absolutely different thoughts than they did themselves.

Thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi are also words that often appear in books, and the protagonists will always have a touch of fancy arc at the corner of their mouths, and all kinds of strange smiles on their faces to say this.

Perhaps readers will be moved to cry: the author is great, please be sure to defeat the bad guys!

But Li Yiming always thinks of the song "My Motherland", which is an episode of the movie "Shangganling", which Li Yiming has watched many times over the years.

There are two centuries-old banyan trees in the Red Guard in the city, a huge white cloth hangs between the two trees, a projector casts a pillar of light there, and movies are shown on summer evenings, which is the biggest entertainment of this era.

When the melodious singing sounded in the black-and-white video, all the people sitting in the square were singing loudly, and Li Yiming didn't look at who had no tears on his face, because he himself had already burst into tears.

A big river has wide waves, and it is a whole era that has passed, and the wind blows the rice flowers on both banks, and the rice flowers say that the harvest year is good.

......

The protagonists go back to the past, copying books and songs to make movies with the memories of their past lives, and nothing is their own anyway.

However, the song is a good song, and the book is a cool text.

Everyone loves to listen to good songs, not only to make money, but also to pick up girls.

Shuangwen, which is to use words to drive dopamine secretion, also makes sense.

A 20 yuan fried chicken can make people happy for 20 minutes, maybe only 3 minutes, but 20 yuan can make people happy for half a day, maybe half a month.

At that time, people's wages were several thousand dollars a month.

In contrast, spiritual food has a greater demand in the era of material abundance, and even in the current time of scarcity, people are still willing to fill their hearts with literature and music.

At this time, in those big cities, there should be people who have already lived a relatively good life!

Li Yiming suddenly remembered something, and said quietly: "Dad, I heard that educated youths can return to the city, have you thought about going back?"

Li Jianguo is an educated youth from Shencheng, but he changed jobs here a few years ago, and when he heard his son's words, he was silent for a while and said: "I'm going back, who will sweep your mother's grave...... Wait two years and move your mother's grave back..."

"I was able to become a cadre because of your mother, who to... Without... And you... I've thought about going with her..."

Li Jianguo snorted lightly and didn't speak again.

When Li Yiming was six years old, it seemed that because of a typhoon, there was a flood in the county, and he organized educated youths to go to disaster relief, and Li Yiming's mother died in the disaster relief.

At that time, Li Jianguo was in another township to rescue the disaster, and only saw his lover's body three days later...... It's so painful to hit the wall with your head, if someone hadn't pulled it, they would really have committed suicide, they were in free love, they knew each other when they were in Shencheng, and then they got married and had children here.

What a time and age!

Li Yiming struggled to peel off the pain, he hadn't read any scar literature, but in the few novels in his mind that had returned to this era, he could also see more content than before.

The power of the individual is too weak compared to the power of the system, and knowledge is the ladder of human progress, but there are always people who build ladders indiscriminately, or always want to take away the ladders under the feet of others!

Thinking that Li Jianguo was only thirty-seven years old this year, Li Yiming didn't know whether to persuade him to find another one, but after thinking about it and closing his mouth, he was actually unwilling in his heart, and he always felt that saying this was a betrayal of his mother, maybe his father thought so in his heart.

This is true love!

Compared with those things that are easy to change, such a precious thing, it is better not to break it, and when my father follows him in the future, he should have a more wonderful life.

Li Yiming thought of this, and suddenly became afraid.

He suddenly began to be afraid of love, although he had not yet begun to taste love, but no matter which story it is, most of them start with betrayal, and then spread out a lot of so-called love stories, which seem to be beautiful and terrible, and ugly and terrible!

Thinking about it, I don't know when he fell into a deep sleep.