On August 27, when Wang Ziyan was still sleeping in the hotel, Zhuang Xue's phone called his mobile phone and asked him when he would arrive.

Wang Ziyan looked at the time, six o'clock in the morning.

Helplessly, he told him that he was still in Xiangjiang, and the plane at 8:40 in the morning would only arrive in Nandu in the afternoon.

Yes, he didn't plan to stay in Xiangjiang anymore, he handed over everything to the assistant team, and then flew directly to Huating, and then didn't stop, picked up the car and went straight to Nandu.

played with Zhuang Xue in Nandu for two days, and then he drove straight to Liangcheng.

If you don't leave, it's too late, and school is about to start.

When Wang Ziyan arrived in Liangcheng, it was the second half of the night, and by the time he was ready to go to bed, it was already half past two in the morning.

On August 30, Wang Ziyan went to inspect the house, and the renovation project was completed for more than a month.

But the smell of the house has not yet dissipated, and it is impossible to move in for the time being.

Formaldehyde is a thing, Wang Ziyan has experienced it more than once in his previous life, and he knows how to deal with it. It doesn't always work, but it's better than waiting.

After testing the water and electricity in the room first, Wang Ziyan turned on the floor heating and air conditioning, adjusted the temperature to the highest, and then closed the doors and windows airtightly, and then left the house.

I drove around Liangcheng for a long time, bought two catties of potassium permanganate in the chemical store, bought dozens of catties of bamboo charcoal, dozens of pots of pothos, spider plants, etc., and succulent potted plants, and went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy more than a dozen catties of inferior tea.

A large number of newspapers were spread out in each room, and then Wang Ziyan put these things in, and waited to open the doors and windows of the room every day to ventilate, and then continued the process.

The next day, I went to the post office to pick up something, and by the way, I installed a phone at the post office and opened the dial-up Internet access.

Then on this day, Wang Ziyan began to move some things into his new home one after another. Only the necessary daily necessities and books were left in the residential area of the Electricity Bureau.

On September 1, the weather was cloudy and hot.

The weather was gloomy early in the morning, and Wang Ziyan went out to run and exercise in the school playground.

Before seven o'clock, the sky began to rain lightly, and then it became heavier and heavier, and finally it became a torrential rain.

Wang Ziyan had no choice but to run back to the electricity bureau community when the rain increased, took a shower and changed clothes, and went out for breakfast with an umbrella.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Ziyan walked into the campus with an umbrella and a backpack diagonally.

Today is the first day of school reporting, and it will be busy again from today.

Wearing sunglasses, a short-sleeved T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, Wang Ziyan walked along the surging flow of people towards the school building.

The first classroom on the right side of the second floor of the third floor of the high school is located in an open space in front of the teaching building.

There are still very few people in the class, Wang Ziyan came relatively early, they are all old oils in the third year of high school, and stepping on the bell to enter the classroom is the least.

Wang Ziyan did not enter the class, but walked to the head teacher's office, took out the suspension certificate, and re-went through the enrollment procedures.

He didn't plan to stay one level, and of course, the head teacher, Mr. Zhu, didn't have a reason to drive him away.

He was reassigned, and at the back of the class, he occupied a row by himself.

Wang Ziyan stuffed his schoolbag into the belly of the table, took out his Walkman and stuffed it into a cassette tape, then stuffed the headphones into his ears, took out a book in English, sat down and began to open it.

Wang Ziyan's master's degree before his rebirth was only taken three years after graduation, and he often needs to read literature in English, so his English is not bad.

And recently, I have been running to Xiangjiang, and many people there do not speak Chinese at all, and usually communicate in English.

The book he read was Around the World in Eighty Days, an English version of a novel written by French writer Jules Verne, which is one of his masterpieces.

The novel begins with a bet made by Fogg, an English gentleman, with a friend: to return to London after circumnavigating the globe in 80 days. Subsequently, he and his servants overcame the difficulties and dangers of the journey, passing through the Mediterranean, the Red Sea, the Indian Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, India, Singapore, R Ben, M and other places, and finally returned to London.

The homeroom teacher teaches English, so he won't be afraid to read these books and be seen by the homeroom teacher.

Who cares what a bastard is doing? As long as they don't bother the others, none of these teachers care what he's doing.

Wang Ziyan is a bastard, he knows it himself, and others know it.

He fights, drinks, smokes, plays games, reads novels, and basically does many bad things that are heinous in the eyes of the teacher, and can be regarded as a problem student in the eyes of any teacher.

But none of these teachers wanted to care about him, because no one wanted to cause trouble for themselves, after all, no one wanted to be smashed in a window, or someone would be beaten in a broken pocket for no reason.

This is the case, Wang Ziyan is very painful, he was really too mixed up before.

But it's okay, I didn't care about these things in the first place, but I had time to do my own things. He just looked at the book, oblivious to the people who came and went.

It wasn't until a girl came up to him, put a bag of apples on his book, and gave him a charming smile that the situation was broken.

If this girl hadn't taken the initiative to come to him, Wang Ziyan, who had been full of money and books recently, would have forgotten about her.

The girl's name is Lu Min, a girl with a height of about 165 and a good figure and face.

Lu Min's seat was in front of Wang Ziyan, and after laughing, she returned to her position, put down her schoolbag and turned her face to stare at Wang Ziyan.

Wang Ziyan's mood at this time was extremely complicated, looking at the smiling girl in front of him, he quickly lowered his head, afraid that she would see the tenderness and sadness in his eyes.

Although twenty years have passed, even now, Wang Ziyan remembers all her information.

Lu Min, female, born on December 21, 1980, with a maximum height of 167 cm, a maximum weight of 58 kg, and a measurement of 92 ......

She loves oranges, spicy food, pink and yellow clothes, and sneakers......

She is Wang Ziyan's first love and the only woman he has ever loved.

Maybe I used to have an ex-wife, but under the blows of disappointment again and again, it was completely wiped out.

Wang Ziyan's heart was sad, it was from the girl who was sitting there tilting her head and looking at him with a slight smile.

It was she who gave him the purest love in his youth and gave him the deepest memories.

It was she who made him truly a man, not only physically, but also psychologically.

It was she who stabbed him hard in his originally clean heart, and then cut off a piece of it.

This knife seemed to hurt the soul, and this wound did not ease until Wang Ziyan was forty years old, and every time he thought about it, his heart began to feel a burst of colic.

This pain made his expression a little hideous, like a ghost, and it made people shudder to look at. It's just that this expression has not been seen by anyone, and it has been buried in his heart, or submerged in all kinds of alcohol, or hidden in the smoke of all kinds of tobacco.

Five years of love and the pain of betrayal made him unforgettable.

After a long time, Wang Ziyan came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The past is gone, and what hasn't started before it starts shouldn't begin, isn't it better to return to quiet?

Looking up, he smiled ugly at the girl who had the heaviest weight in his heart besides his mother and two younger sisters, and continued to look at his book.

Quietly turning the page, looking quietly, quietly without a trace of ripples.

After the girl was slightly stunned, she didn't care, turned her head and said hello to the table that had just walked in.

Finally, the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom and began to arrange today's things, queuing up to pay, queuing up to receive books, and arranging for the cleaning afterward.

The head teacher is a 40-year-old Uncle Fangzheng, surnamed Zhu, and also the director of the school's senior English teaching and research group.

Teacher Zhu has always been very strict, but there is nothing he can do with a bastard like Wang Ziyan, you can't keep beating and scolding, right? If you are in a hurry, you may be beaten with a sack, which is not worth it.

There is no class in the morning, just cleaning, paying fees, and receiving books and workbooks.

None of this is anything to do with Wang Ziyan, no one in the class will let him clean up without opening his eyes, he just went to the designated office to pay the fee, and continued to read his book when he came back with a voucher.

It's only the first day of school, and everyone is a little busy today, and no one will drag Wang Ziyan out to fool around. He just sat there listening to music with headphones on, flipping through a book in his hand, but no one bothered him without opening his eyes.

Originally, there should be that girl who likes to talk to him, and she usually doesn't care much about Wang Ziyan's mood. But today's Wang Ziyan is really a little different, and the girl didn't come up to find it uncomfortable.

Soon, the morning passed in a hurry.

In the afternoon, the whole school is cleaned up, including the dormitories and playground, and each class has its own covered area.

Wang Ziyan didn't have the interest to add to the chaos, so he didn't care, he went outside the school to have a meal, and returned to the classroom when it was almost class time in the afternoon.

In this way, Wang Ziyan sat there reading books and listening to songs until school.

At night, it's still tidying up the room, buying groceries, cooking, etc.

The next day, the official class began, and Wang Ziyan listened carefully to the day's lessons, and he no longer had any interest in these step-by-step courses. Because he found that these courses were very simple and easy to understand as soon as he listened to them, it simply made him lose his enthusiasm for class.

Maybe it's because of the advantages of being a reborn?

Or are those memories buried in the depths of the mind that have never been forgotten?

So Wang Ziyan re-planned his study, a plan that was more in line with his learning situation, and then implemented it according to this plan.

In this way, Wang Ziyan disappeared from a certain circle in No. 1 Middle School, no one knew what happened, in short, he never appeared in the rivers and lakes of No. 1 Middle School again, and became a transparent person.

But Wang Ziyan has become a celebrity in some school premises of No. 1 Middle School, and the place where he spends most is the classroom, and then the playground.

The reason why he became a celebrity in the playground is because as long as it doesn't rain, he will train hard, and his training volume is even several times better than those so-called sports students.

In this way, in the new semester of the new school year, Wang Ziyan began to walk alone on an exceptional basis.