"Ding Chi, where the hell did you die? Why did you answer the phone? Hurry back and cook for my mother. ”

"Why did the old lady marry a wreck like you blindly, and she couldn't make a dime of money, so that the old lady was angry when she played cards, and she didn't have a lap of nonsense. ”

"What a waste, your old Ding family is all waste, what's the use of living......"

As soon as Ding Chi answered the phone, before he could speak, there was a crackle on the other end of the phone, and Ding Chi, who was scolding, was bloody, and he was not allowed to refute at all.

He didn't bother to refute, he was used to it. For the sake of so many years of marriage, Ding Chi has never argued with her.

What a life to suffer on such a day.

But this time, she went a little too far.

"Shut up! You can scold me, but you are not allowed to talk about my parents!"

Ding Chi, who was drunk and confused, was angry in his heart, and shouted with the strength of the wine, and was scolded back by the other end of the phone as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Eight cylinders!"

"Those two old immortals in your family? The old lady said it wrong? The family is a waste!" The scolding voice was exchanged for Ding Chi's silence, and on the other end of the phone, the voice suddenly rose a few points, "Okay, Ding Chi, you actually dare to talk back to the old lady, and go to drink again, right? Why don't you drink to death, you can only worry about the old lady when you die!"

"Death is death!"

"Don't you really dare to be Lao Tzu!"

"I've had enough of you! I don't want to live anymore!"

Unable to withstand the stimulation of vicious words, coupled with the fact that alcohol is even more superior, especially after years of resentment, Ding Chi's mind is hot, he turns his head and jumps.

At this time, he had only one thought in his heart: dead, dead, a hundred.

Poof!

Drowning.

In the dim moonlight, a few bubbles rose at the bottom of the lake.

A minute passed, and the lake returned to calm.

It's as if Ding Chi never appeared.

……

"Lao Ding, Lao Ding. ”

Although the voice was very low, Ding Chi really felt it. I can't help but feel a deep sense of remorse:

Regret should not be provoked by stinky girls, should not run to the water's edge, otherwise how will I hide at the bottom of the lake? If I die, who cares about my parents? Who does the little sister rely on? How can the Ding family have a future?

Why should I die, why should I take advantage of the heart of the "tigress"? It should be her who wants to die, and it is the wicked who is dead. It's useless to say anything, it's late, it's too late.

"Ding Chi, wake up. "This time it was a female voice.

Who? As soon as he asked himself, Ding Chi immediately gave the answer - stinky old ladies. Thinking of that selfish and domineering woman, thinking of the humiliation and disaster she brought, Ding Chi couldn't help gritting his teeth, and waved his fist with his right hand: "your grandma, stinky old lady, you still chased here, labor and management ......"

scolded halfway, and when he looked up, Ding Chileng was on the spot. There was not a scary face around him, but a figure rubbing his neck, and a frightened girl's face.

Old Jiang, Jiang Dali, Li Mengxue, why are they here?

No, when talking during the day, Lao Jiang was still talking about business in the capital, and he was fine, very moisturized, how could he come to this place? Li Mengxue has not seen her for a long time, she has always been active in the literary circle, and she was in the newspaper last week, so she won't be unable to think about it, right? In addition, they are too young in front of them, like middle school students.

Ding Chi was full of suspicion and turned his head to look.

All around him were young faces, men and women, who were stunned, laughing, angry, but all looking at him. Most of these people were wearing school uniforms and looked like students, and there was a teacher there who was also very familiar.

"Ding Chi, it's too unusual. Now time is pressing, everyone is sprinting with all their might, and you are lying on the table and falling asleep, and you are still sick, you are too ......"

Looking at the voice on the podium, a name popped up in Ding Chi's mind - Yan Keji. Then he wondered very much: The old class is more than fifty years old, and his hair is half white, why is it black, dense, and bright now? Is it not right, there are no wrinkles, and his body is quite straight, is it his son? Remember that his son can follow his mother's appearance.

Next to him is Jiang Dali's son, this guy has a son? When did it happen, and which one did he get along?

The girl in front of her is also Li Xiaohua's daughter? looks too similar, but Li Mengxue doesn't seem to have a family, right?

And that one is......

How could I be here? I should be dead. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in the wilderness on the outskirts of the city, I shouted so much and did not hear anyone, how could I be rescued? How could such a large group of children appear? How could they gather together so coincidentally?

"Slap, slap",

"Ding Chi, it's too much. ”

Hearing the noise and shouting, Ding Chi came back to his senses and looked at the person who looked like Yan Keji.

At this time, the eyes of the people on the podium erupted into flames, and they directly fell down the books that had just been slapped continuously. Suppressing his anger slightly, his tone was softer, but more stern: "Ding Chi, I slept for more than half a night of self-study, I was dizzy, and I don't know each other?" Then I will report to you, this is the third class of the first middle school in Daliuxing County, I am the head teacher Yan Keji, and I am also responsible for teaching the third class of mathematics. It's 1992, less than 100 days before the college entrance examination, and time is as expensive as gold. ”

Ding Chi was distracted again, combing through the relevant information in his mind: young teacher Yan, a classmate with a young face, the third class of the first middle school in Daliuxing County, 92 years, the college entrance examination.

Thinking like this, Ding Chi slammed his right hand hard and pinched his leg hard.

The word "ah" almost came out, but Ding Chi swallowed it back in time, trying his best to endure the pain. It's not a dream, it hurts too much.

Seeing the grinning appearance of the same table, Jiang Dali made a strange face, secretly raised the thumb of his right hand, and the shape of his mouth was clearly "high, really high".

Ding Chi didn't pay attention to the ridicule at the same table, but was even more puzzled: he clearly remembered that he had a quarrel with the stinky girls, went to the tavern to drink stuffy, and then answered her phone, and was stimulated by her words, and sank to the bottom of the lake by mistake. But the scene in front of me is clearly a scene from many years ago, which is simply unrelated, but it doesn't seem like a dream. Why, exactly?

Don't...... Can you live it all over again? Could it be an illusion?

Thinking like this, Ding Chi slowly moved his gaze: the slogans, school uniforms, lamps, and classroom layout are the same as they were back then, and the classmates were the same as they were at that time, even Teacher Yan's tone and actions have not changed at all, and he is also wearing a school uniform, especially the test paper in front of him is clearly marked with the words "92 years".

Everything is real, Ding Chi opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened: I ...... I'm reborn, how is that possible? This is the plot of a novel, and it will be imprinted on me alive?

Anything is possible.

Really? Really? Repeating his questions in disbelief, Ding Chi pinched himself again.

It really hurts, that's right, it's time back, back to the high school days, back to the years before the college entrance examination.

Thinking of the word "rebirth", Ding Chi couldn't help but be ecstatic, his heart was surging, his throat was blocked uncomfortably, and the word "yes" was almost blurted out uncontrollably.