Xiao Shenyang said: "The most painful thing in life is that people die, and the money has not been spent!"

Zhao Benshan said: "The most painful thing in life is that people are alive and the money is gone!"

Wang Ziyan said: "The most painful thing in life is that you are reborn before you are ready!"

Do you want to be born again?

Have you ever thought your life would be done all over again?

A lot of people will say, "I want to!"

Say the important thing three times!

But if you're just an ordinary person who was accidentally reborn, how are you going to make money?

Wang Ziyan is such a person, he was reborn, but it was very painful.

In fact, he doesn't mind being a "copyist", and he doesn't care that others scold him for plagiarism, but how can you make money?

1996 was a bad and not bad year.

Or rather, it's a time when it's not bad.

One morning at the beginning of spring this year, a 16-year-old boy sat on the bed, looking at everything in front of him, dumbfounded, and looking loveless.

When the boy woke up from his sleep, it was already daylight, the noisy people outside were upset, and the tractor passed behind the house, and the people who really wanted to make trouble suddenly had a headache.

The boy closed his eyes irritably and pulled up the quilt on his head, trying to pretend to be an ostrich and continue to sleep for a while.

However, the unusual weight of the quilt and the inexplicable smell made him have to pull the quilt off.

Covering his ears and closing his eyes, cursing and cursing which guy who gave birth to a son without an ass* eye, drove a tractor early in the morning to be reincarnated?

But suddenly, the hand covering the young man's ears paused, and the impatient expression on his face gradually became a little stiff.

I live in a high-end community in the southern capital, with a height of nearly 100 meters on the 30th floor, and the room is specially soundproofed when decorating, where does the tractor pass by outside?

Cautiously opening his eyes, everything in front of him made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

The ceiling is no longer the familiar plasterboard shape, but has become a black and swarthy inverted V-shaped roof. The roof was a dense row of bundled reeds, covered with broken cobwebs, and the shriveled shells of a few flies and moths swayed with the swaying of the webs.

The original cottage crystal chandelier that cost him 3,000 oceans is gone, and it has been replaced by a black incandescent lamp with a black base and a black plastic base.

Connecting the lampholder to the beam was a double-strand wire of illegible color, weathered in some places, and broken strands of chemical fiber rope, but a short whisker that resembled ripped jeans.

The snow-white walls were gone, replaced by earthen walls with colorful old newspapers, painted with all kinds of strange patterns, from small people with big bellies and pointed heads, to houses with crooked lines.

The quilt covered by the body is no longer the silk quilt that I bought for thousands of dollars, but a quilt with a peony flower quilt, which is torn and dirty, dead and heavy, and exudes an unpleasant smell.

I touched the sheets under my body, and it was no longer a comfortable natural latex mattress and cotton sheets, but a reed mat that was still awkward even if it was covered with cotton mattresses, and the cotton mattress was also stiff and stiff, covered with dirty chemical fiber sheets.

The air-conditioner on the wall was gone, the LCD TV on the bedside was gone, and even the wardrobe by the wall was gone, replaced by a thick curtain of good cloth and dirty clothes piled on wooden boards.

At the head of the bed, there was a lacquer-colored suitcase of clothes, nailed from paulownia wood, and covered with spots of reddish-brown rust on the copper-colored peony-shaped locks.

The boy only felt a buzz in his brain, and the world was spinning!

After a while, he suppressed the dizziness, and shook his head violently with his eyes closed, a little dizzy, but it was a very real feeling.

The boy sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.

I used some strength to get up, and my left thumb still hurt a little, and after the pain, I felt wooden, as if I couldn't feel it anymore.

When I looked up, I saw a black thumb alongside the four white and tender fingers, and a scarred wound on the belly of the finger had cracked open, oozing yellowish and transparent tissue fluid.

The skin of the palm of the hand looks very delicate, not at all like the appearance of a forty-year-old, delicate and smooth, and some of the memorable scars of the previous life have disappeared.

Looking around, it feels a little familiar, as if it is the appearance of the depths of memory, a memory from a long time ago.

This should be his home, the home he has lived in for twenty years, his best haven before college.

Reached out and pinched it the thigh, it hurt, it was a real feeling, and it was confirmed that it was not a dream.

He knew the big deal was coming.

He was expecting it to be a joke, even though it didn't seem funny.

He took the clothes piled up at the head of the bed and put them on his body haphazardly, put on socks and shoes, carefully opened the door curtains, and came to the hall.

What caught his eye was the strange familiarity, the familiarity that seemed to be seared into his soul and told him that this was his home, his hometown, which he had not renovated.

I walked to the big table and picked up the calendar book on the table and looked at it, January 28, 1996, Sunday, the ninth year of the lunar month [Year of the Pig] Jichou Yue Jiazi Day.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, it was eight fifty in the morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tape recorder in the corner of a large table, a very old style.

The boy trembled and reached out and pressed the power button, and there was a snorting sound of electricity coming from the radio.

Twisting the knob to FM106.1, the familiar news report soon spread that "the formation of troops in the Xiangjiang Special Administrative Region has been completed", which made him more sure that he might really be back in 1996.

Raising his left thumb again, he looked at the funny-looking wound with a trance.

I know this wound, and I did it when I was resting and going home in my sophomore year.

It must have been caused by the fact that he accidentally pressed the inferior switch when he turned off the light before going to bed at night, and the copper shrapnel inside was poked into his finger, plus the electric shock.

He remembered that his thumb was black and swollen for days.

Now it seems that this should be what happened last night.

For a moment, he wondered if he was looking for a wire to do it again.

But I still gave up after thinking about it, and it would be a tragedy if I didn't go back.

Wang Ziyan sat there in a daze for a long time, not knowing where his parents and two younger sisters went, why was there no one at home?

But the chickens and ducks walking around the yard, and the neighbors who occasionally walked by outside the yard, were clearly telling him that this was the real world, and he was not the only one.

Towards noon, my parents came back from the street with their two younger sisters, who had gotten up early, on a three-wheeled motorcycle.

He was all too familiar with the tattered tricycle, which he had ridden to and from the fields and alleys of the village.

I ate in a daze, and went to Liangcheng No. 1 Middle School with a backpack in a daze, and spent more than ten days in a daze.

It wasn't until February 5 that he got the final exam papers in his hand that he recovered from his state of the walking dead.

Parents are their own parents, my sister is my sister, my neighbors are my original neighbors, and my classmates and teachers are still my original classmates and teachers.

No one has changed, no one has come out, no one has disappeared, everything is what it looks like in the depths of memory.

He has not been exposed to these basic knowledge for more than 20 years, and he finished the test paper with a confused head, and it is estimated that he will not have to run for the penultimate this time.

Wang Ziyan felt that he had forgotten before, but when he was in this environment again, he quickly became familiar with the people and things around him, as if he had never forgotten.

After the exam, the teachers assigned their winter vacation homework, and the students were packing up their things, and there was a commotion in the classroom. Everyone is discussing, go home and go home, go out and fool around.

And Wang Ziyan couldn't wait to return home, ready to hold the radio to get a good understanding, hoping to get to know the world, to determine whether this world is his original world, whether he is reborn, or crossed.

At this time, he was interested in sorting out the reason why he was able to come back, maybe it was the glass of water?

However, he accidentally knocked over the glass that had just been filled with water, and the glass of water ran right down the gap between his desk, drenched on his feet, and flowed from his feet to the ground.

Coincidentally, under the feet is a socket buried in the floor.

More coincidentally, both of his feet happened to get stuck under the crossbar under his desk.

It's easy to pull out when you're fine, but it's a bit tough in this case.

He only felt a sharp pain in both feet, then he was paralyzed, and then he was no longer conscious.

……

It's just all this, is it a dream or a reality?

The final exam will start on February 5, and the exam will be closed for two days on February 7, and the teacher will return to school on February 10 to receive the home report sheet, and the teacher will assign homework.

When I went home after the exam, my two younger sisters were also at home.

It's the Chinese New Year, and the village is full of children and people who have returned from working abroad.

There is no stop at home from the people who come to visit the door, adults and children, men and women.

In the village, everyone is idle and has nothing to do, or they go to the door, brag about this year's income, or get together to gamble.

The two younger sisters were pulled by the neighbor's little girl to skip rope, and Wang Ziyan wanted to read at home, but was chased away by his father.

Because his father was playing cards, he was annoyed by the children in the family looking for Wang Ziyan back and forth.

Those who came to find Wang Ziyan were several children of about the same age in Zhuangzi, all of whom were fifteen or sixteen years old.

Among them, there are three princes to call uncles, two are younger brothers, and one is a great nephew, a total of seven people.

The two younger brothers are the children of a distant cousin, one sixteen and one fourteen.

The eldest nephew is the child of one of his distant cousins, a few months younger than Wang Ziyan, who also attends in Liangcheng and is not in the same school.

Wang Meng is the oldest, the oldest, and the oldest, and lives in front of Wang Ziyan's house.

This guy is the naughtiest, and after school the year before last, he farmed at home and didn't do anything serious.

This year, I went out to work for a year, and when I came back, my pocket was bulging, so I asked a few people to drink together in the evening.