1993 year.

Summer.

The sun is like fire, and the heat is like a furnace.

It was only half past seven in the morning, and the air was already hot.

Song Weiyang stood in front of the mirror for a long time, looking at that youthful face, which was so familiar, distant and unfamiliar.

Seventeen-year-old face, delicate, clean, pure. The bridge of the nose is high, the sword eyebrows are slanted, and the eyes are clear. The Guo Tianwang-style middle-style distribution style with a sense of age represents popular fashion at this time, and people can't help but want to stretch their arms forward, twist their palms, and sing while dancing: "I can't stop loving you......"

On the wall opposite Simmons' bed, there is a poster of the "Terminator 2" movie, and Mr. Governor is wearing sunglasses with a cold and righteous expression. Michael Jackson covered his crotch with one hand and pressed the brim of his hat with the other, pouting his ass and aiming it at the governor's face.

Mr. Governor and MJ's neighbor is Hong Kong City singer Chow Wai-man. The head of the jade girl wore a beret and a striped red T-shirt, and the soft light effect filled the entire pictorial, enveloping her in fairy energy.

Song Weiyang lowered his head and touched his stomach, it was flat, and his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, not the greasy middle-aged beer belly.

"Hello, pretty boy, it's nice to see you again!"

Song Weiyang smiled and muttered to himself.

Outside the window, the morning sun is dazzling, the cicadas are hoarse, and a few wisps of breeze shake the leaves and cast a few spots of light on the ground.

On the writing desk near the window, there is a "Lenovo 1+1" domestic computer. The stout and clumsy chassis and the ugly and primitive display screen are sold at a market price of nearly 20,000 yuan. In the years when the average monthly wage in the country is less than 300 yuan, ordinary workers need to work hard for five years without eating or drinking to buy this computer with only 128M memory.

Obviously, our protagonist Song Weiyang is an enviable rich second generation.

It's a pity......

Song Weiyang glanced at the wall calendar, his expression became a little strange, he remembered the day "July 2, 1993" deeply.

In a few hours, my father would be imprisoned.

In another half a month, the 200-square-meter house at home will be forcibly repossessed by the new factory director.

In another year, the eldest brother will die unexpectedly due to a debt dispute, and the mother will be grief-stricken and moderately depressed.

Today is a turning point in Song Weiyang's life.

In his previous life, it took him twenty years to finally become rich again, but he could only barely reach the peak achievements of his father.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of her mother Guo Xiaolan came from outside: "Yangyang, it's time for breakfast!"

Song Weiyang pushed the door out, looked at his mother's appearance when she was young, her throat suddenly choked a little, and whispered, "Mom, you have worked hard." ”

Guo Xiaolan obviously made a mistake, reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and comforted: "Don't worry about your father's affairs, he will be sentenced to a few years at most, and he has not been imprisoned before." ”

"Well, I know. Song Weiyang could only nod.

Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua came out with her nephew who had just turned one year old, and said with a worried face: "Mom, I won't go to the court today." Xiaochao cried before dawn, I guess something was uncomfortable, and I had to take him to the hospital to see. ”

Guo Xiaolan put the dishes and chopsticks on the table and said, "Go ahead, the child's treatment is important, and I am watching from the court." ”

"Do you have any money with you? or I'll drive you." The eldest brother's voice came from the toilet.

"Bring it, I'll take a rental. After the sister-in-law finished speaking, she left.

After a while, the eldest brother finished washing and came to the dinner table shirtless, his tendons and flesh shining.

The eldest brother's name is Song Qizhi, because he likes to fight and make trouble, he was sent to join the army just after graduating from junior high school. When the three-year conscription came now, he won two individual third-class merits and one collective second-class merit, and when he was about to be promoted, he actually chose to change jobs and retire from the army, on the grounds that he could not stand the constraints of the army - a ruffian.

Song Qizhi, Song Weiyang, the names of the two brothers are connected to "Qizhi Weiyang", which vaguely shows their father's ambitions.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was dreary, no one spoke, only the hum of electric fans.

My father's case has been tried several times, and it is estimated that the final verdict will be made today, and everyone's mood is relatively heavy.

"I'm full!" the eldest brother put down the dishes and chopsticks, walked to the balcony and smoked a cigarette.

Song Weiyang also followed, spread his hands and said, "Bring me one." ”

"You're almost 18 years old, it's time to learn to smoke," the eldest brother threw a whole pack of China, and also included a lighter, and instructed, "Take it and smoke slowly." ”

Song Weiyang Mali lit up and took a sip, looking downstairs thoughtfully. There were seven or eight people squatting there, all of whom came to collect debts, and it was difficult to be quiet all day long.

The eldest brother also glanced down a few times, spit out a smoke ring and said, "You will be in your third year of high school soon, don't worry about the affairs of the family, and prepare for the college entrance examination with peace of mind." ”

"Hmm. Song Weiyang replied in a low voice.

The family took the time to go out and met a few neighbors in the hallway. Some took the initiative to say hello, some avoided it like a femme fatale, and some had a gloating expression.

Everyone knows that the once beautiful Song family has been completely finished.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The debt collectors who were squatting downstairs immediately held up a sign saying "Debt Repayment" as soon as they saw Song Qizhi appear, and surrounded their family of three.

"Get out of the way, the money matter will be talked about another day, and I will go to the court today!" The eldest brother directly pushed the person away, with a fierce face, and the Bayi-style military thorn on his waist loomed.

The debt collectors hesitated for a moment, and finally let the Song family go, but they kept following Santana, and they obviously wouldn't give up easily.

In the early 90s, in a small fifth-tier city, skyscrapers were almost nowhere to be seen. The ten-storey department store in the city is already a landmark, and no farmer dares to walk in to shop even during the Chinese New Year.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are gray and colorless, like black-and-white photographs frozen in time.

A bus with a natural gas bag approached from afar, domineering and clumsy, and successfully attracted Song Weiyang's attention. This is a symbol of the country's lack of oil capacity, which was very popular in the 70s, but it was not until 2003 that the city of Rongping eliminated the last "gas bag bus".

Unlike the thriving Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, the inland cities in 1993 were lifeless, which made Song Weiyang, who had been reborn, feel depressed.

By the time I arrived at the courthouse, there were already a lot of reporters and onlookers.

Today's trial case is really too sensational, because the defendant Song Shumin is well-known and is recognized as the richest man in Rongping City, so much so that many ordinary people came to hear the trial.

The appearance of Guo Xiaolan, Song Qizhi and Song Weiyang inevitably caused a commotion. Fortunately, the reporters in this year were relatively sluggish, and they didn't rush over like they were beaten with chicken blood, and they didn't even bother to take two photos.

……

At 9 a.m., the trial began.

Song Weiyang finally saw his father Song Shumin again, not the old and depressed man with white hair in his memory. He was escorted out by two bailiffs, and although he was wearing a uniform and his face was a little tired, his expression was extremely calm. His hair was shaved into green stubble, and his beard hadn't been shaved for days, but it still couldn't stop the handsome middle-aged guy's handsomeness, and his self-deprecating smile added to his strange charm.

It's a pity, no matter how handsome you look, you have to obey the law.

Song Shumin has completely accepted his fate, and in the face of one accusation after another, he has neatly pleaded guilty, and the defense lawyer has completely lost the value of existence.

The trial lasted until noon, when it was time to pronounce the verdict.

"All stand up!"

“…… According to...... The judgment is as follows: Defendant Song Shumin is guilty of embezzlement and bribery and embezzlement of public funds...... He was sentenced to eight years and six months imprisonment for several crimes......"

"Alas!"

Guo Xiaolan sighed, her husband's sentence was too long for her to accept.

Song Shumin stood in the dock with his head held high, as if he had expected the result, and he sneered: "I obey the verdict and will not appeal." ”

"Click, click!"

The reporter finally pressed the shutter of the camera, and the crowd at the hearing also had a lot of discussions, some clapped their hands and applauded, while others felt wronged by Song Shumin.

In another time and space, it has been six years since Song Shumin was released from prison, riddled with illness, his will was exhausted, and his temples were gray. The once dominant enterprise pride has become a little old man who can only fish and play chess.