Lin Miao walked like a dream on the road that was once extremely familiar, with a series of black-tiled bungalows on both sides of the road, the walls were dilapidated and grayish, and the shabby atmosphere was strong in the nineties. Looking up at the sky, there is a blue sky above his head, and the air in the era of light industry is so fresh that he has the illusion of being drunk with oxygen, and even his footsteps are fluttering.

One of his hands was held tightly by a high-spirited middle-aged man.

The little hand is tender and white, more watery than the lotus root that has just been dug out of the mud and washed, and the big hand is warm and powerful, just holding it, you can feel what a glorious stage of life the owner of this hand is in.

Lin Miao walked forward, turned her head and stared at the man for a long time, her nose suddenly became a little sour, she couldn't help but open her mouth, and the voice she made was a crisp child's voice: "Dad......"

"Huh?" Lin Guorong turned his head to look at his son, his eyes full of doting.

Lin Miao wanted to speak and stopped.

Lin Guorong stopped, squatted down to look at Lin Miao, and asked, "Don't you want to go?"

"No......" Lin Miao shook her head.

The two memories of his past life are like two streams that merge together naturally and without waves, and Lin Miao can't tell whether he has woken up from a dream for more than 30 years, or whether his life has been restarted again.

At this moment, in his memory, there is not only the student life of studying hard for more than ten years until the graduation of a master's degree, but also the eight-year work experience of an agency secretary who was busy and complaining, and what he can't forget is the difficult years when his father couldn't afford to fall ill and almost dragged a family down.

But at the same time, Lin Miao clearly remembered that just before today, yesterday, on September 4, 1994, he cried and rolled on the ground noisily, asking his father to arrange for him to go to elementary school with the children next door.

For the average person, going to primary school a year early is a big problem.

First, it is more troublesome to run the procedures, and secondly, there must at least be a way to give gifts through the back door.

But for Lin Guorong this year, this is just a trivial matter.

Lin Guorong's only worry is that Lin Miao is too small - this small refers to height. Even compared with the first grade of primary school, Lin Miao's height is a lot shorter, at best, it is only the weight of the middle class of kindergarten.

Putting such a small son on the campus of primary school must be 10,000 uneasy for Lin Guorong, who has just become a father for less than 7 years. However, after all, he spoiled Lin Miao, the only child, with a salary of 1,000 yuan a month, he could take out 100 yuan to buy toys for his son, this kind of thing was shelved in 1994, an era of poor materials - if it weren't for Lin Miao's mother Jiang Ping is also a heartless existence, if they were ordinary people, the couple would have fought to death long ago.

Does Nima still want to live?

"When I went to school, I want to listen to the teacher, do you know?" Lin Guorong stood up, took Lin Miao's little hand, and carefully carried his son to the inside of the sidewalk, and continued to walk forward.

For his son, Lin Guorong really doesn't have much to do. As soon as Lin Miao rolled on the ground, he agreed to everything.

However, it is not a bad thing for my son to want to go to school early, it is more meaningful than spending 60 yuan to buy a Transformer.

"It's really my son, I knew I was going to study at such a young age. Lin Guorong is quite beautiful at this time, and feels that this is another good thing that his good luck has continued after he was promoted to the head of the urban management section of Xicheng Street this year, and it seems that the family's luck is about to flourish.

Lin Miao saw that Lin Guorong's smile was so bright, and he could more or less guess a little bit of his father's heart.

It's a pity......

The peak of my father's life came too early, and the stock level was the peak. In a few years, my father will be fired from the unit, and then there will be some mental problems, and then their family will fall into poverty for more than ten years.

And more than ten years later, when Lin Miao graduated from graduate school, was admitted to the agency with great difficulty, and had a career establishment, he thought that his life was about to usher in a turnaround, but Lin Guorong suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, and he even needed to be served by others. In those years, Lin Guorong lived in a rehabilitation hospital, and the nursing fee alone cost more than 6,000 yuan per month, plus the bed fee, and the minimum monthly expenditure was more than 10,000 yuan.

"Grandma's, it's really hard......" After more than ten years, Lin Miao has no emotions about her father's street encounter.

So when he said this sentence unconsciously, he didn't even bring too much emotion, it was as if he was expressing "I'm full" or "I'm going to sleep".

Lin Guorong's footsteps stopped, and when he heard his young son with the three-character scripture in his words, not only did he not get angry, but he felt cute.

"Who taught you that?" Lin Guorong asked Lin Miao.

"Huh?" Lin Miao didn't react a little, showing a dumbfounded look.

"Grandma, who taught you that?" Lin Guorong asked again.

"Oh...... The one next door ......" Lin Miao's superb ability to shake the pot is still maintained at the level of the previous life.

So Lin Guorong opened his mouth and scolded: "What the, a group of stinky blind streams, teach the son of a bad old man......"

Lin Miao's face was speechless.

It is said that when my father was young, he was really sick. It's just bad hygiene habits such as urinating everywhere and not liking to bathe, but the key is that he is also very pretentious and domineering, always feeling that he has a high level and status, and everyone else is garbage. Especially since he became the head of the urban management section, his arrogance has gradually increased, and he feels that he is an "official" after all, and he doesn't know how to restrain his arrogance when he sees the leader of the unit. So he was rectified later, and eighty percent of the reason was actually due to himself.

In the words of Lin Miao's uncle Lin Guohua after drinking high once, he deserved it.

"It's difficult, my father can't be a man, and my mother only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and in a few years, the good days of the family will come to an end...... Is that the third or fourth grade of elementary school?" Lin Miao silently counted the time, and the next second, his heart jumped suddenly.

My good days are coming to an end, but I'm still in elementary school?

Is this a respawn game on Nightmare difficulty?

No, I have to do something!

Now! Now! Now!

"Dad!" Lin Miao shouted.

Lin Guorong has long been accustomed to his son's energy beyond ordinary children, and he is also used to his son's chatter from childhood to adulthood, he looked down at Lin Miao very calmly, and signaled that there was a fart to let go.

Lin Miao adjusted her breathing slightly, and said with a serious face: "Dad, there is something you may not believe, but your son and I are really geniuses." ”

Lin Guorong was silent for two seconds, and nodded more seriously: "I believe it, because you are my son." ”

Lin Miao was stunned.

My dear father, how swollen was your heart when you were just promoted in the early years......

Such a non-conformist, such a narcissistic way of thinking, you are actually reborn after more than 20 years, right?!