"Wu Zhongchao, let's go to the toilet together. ”

In the workshop, Wu Zhongchao is operating a grinding machine in his hands, this is the oldest grinding machine, completely manual, swaying from side to side, if you want to stop the grinding machine, only manual operation to the position where the product can not be grinded.

When his colleague Wang Yang came over, he just grinded to the right position, so he stopped directly outside the product without thinking about it, and then said to Wang Yang: "Go." ”

With that, the two of them went to a toilet in the workshop.

After urinating, the two walked outside, half-squatting, took out their smartphones from their hands, and played.

"Give. ”

Wang Yang handed over a cigarette in his hand and put it in front of Wu Zhongchao.

Wu Zhongchao has been smoking since high school, and now he is an old smoker, so he directly took the cigarette in Wang Yang's hand and smoked it directly.

Wu Zhongchao took a deep puff of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, and then turned to Wang Yang and said, "What novel have you been reading recently?" ”

"I don't like rebirth novels, it's up to you to find them on the website. Wang Yang stared at the mobile phone screen and said without looking back.

"I've read most of the rebirth novels on the site. Wu Zhongchao said helplessly.

"There are no rebirth novels, you can also read other types of novels, anyway, they are all for recreation, and it is not all the same to see which genre?" Wang Yang looked at him with some amusement.

"You're right, my dream is to be reborn, as long as I can be reborn, my life can be reborn, not only to make up for my past regrets, but also to make my life better. Wu Zhongchao nodded as a matter of course.

"Where in this world does it come from? Who wouldn't want to be born again if they could be born again?"

Wang Yang glanced at Wu Zhongchao helplessly, threw away the cigarette in his hand, stood up and said: "You better be realistic, working to make money is our most real life." ”

Saying that, Wang Yang returned to the workshop without looking back.

Wu Zhongchao didn't know that what Wang Yang said was the truth, he knew that reality was not reborn, that could only be seen in novels, and he was just using novels to paralyze the helplessness of reality.

Was he wrong?

No, the dream may not be realized, but his dream is a bit beyond common sense.

Wu Zhongchao threw away the cigarette butt that he had smoked and returned to the workshop to continue his work.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, another day passed, Wu Zhongchao cleaned up, and then left the factory on an electric car.

It's winter right now, the day is relatively short, it's already dark at half past five in the afternoon, plus it's raining today, the rain is mixed with mist, and the visibility is very low.

The lights of Wu Zhongchao's electric car were very dim, only one meter away, and the rain filled his eyes, making his eyes even more blurred.

Gradually, he noticed that the cars around him had disappeared, and he was driving alone on the road, and the surrounding scenery began to lose sight.

Suddenly, a strong light flashed, and before Wu Zhongchao could react, his mind went blank, and then, the scene in front of him appeared again, but what he didn't expect was that these scenes made him feel both strange and familiar.

"Where is this?" Wu Zhongchao asked suspiciously.

"Super League, what are you doing?"

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, Wu Zhongchao looked at the person in front of him and felt a little strange, he always felt that he had seen the same before?

Where have you seen it? For a while, Wu Zhongchao couldn't remember it, very much like his classmates in elementary and junior high school, what is that called?

Oh, yes, what a thing.

Well... What's wrong? Why does he only look like he is fourteen or fifteen years old, he should be a year older than me, which means that he should be 33 years old this year, and what is he wearing? It looks like a junior high school uniform?

What the hell is going on?

"When I close my eyes, it's dark,

A tearing sensation,

The mouth tastes bloody,

What a sad parting..."

At this time, a pop song came out of the shop.

It is the most popular song of 2003.

"Could it be that I was really reborn in 2003?" Wu Zhongchao said to himself.

He Qidong walked over and touched Wu Zhongchao's head and said, "You don't have a fever, how can you talk nonsense." ”

"You're just having a fever. ”

Wu Zhongchao glanced at He Qidong, and went to get cigarettes from his clothes bag very easily, but the clothes pocket was empty and there was nothing.

"Is there any smoke?" Wu Zhongchao asked He Qidong.

"Cigarettes, when did you smoke? Why don't I know? Cigarettes are not a good thing, they are chronic drugs, you are still young, you can't get into these things. He Qidong said earnestly like an old man.

Wu Zhongchao was stunned, and now he remembered that he is only fourteen or fifteen years old now, and he really shouldn't smoke.

It's just that the addiction to smoking that was developed before rebirth can't be quit so easily.

"It seems that I only waited until there was no one to buy it myself. ”

Wu Zhongchao touched his pocket, due to the relationship between the third year of junior high school and the school, the family gave him more pocket money, ten yuan five days a week, which was already a lot at that time, almost two yuan a day.

At that time, prices were very low, and the average pocket money of two yuan a day was too much, not to mention, there was no money needed to eat in school, and they all steamed rice and vegetables by themselves.

He remembers very clearly, sometimes he even used ham sausage to cook when he didn't have food.

In 2019, the cheapest ham sausage was sold for a piece, and it was only a little bit, but at that time it was only a few cents, and it was still a big one.

It's okay to have the next meal.

Of course, Wu Zhongchao didn't take the money because he wanted to buy something to eat, but because he was addicted to smoking.

"You go in first, I still have something. ”

As he spoke, Wu Zhongchao walked to the side, he knew that the owners of the small shops on this side of the school knew him, and it was not appropriate to buy cigarettes here, so he planned to go to the small shop inside to buy them again.

There were already many small shops around the school, so after walking a few steps along the road, he came to a small shop that he didn't usually come to and walked in.

"Here's a pack of long filters. Wu Zhongchao said casually.

"What?" the boss asked, confused.

Wu Zhongchao realized that he had made a mistake, although Liqun had it before, but not in a small place, after all, everyone couldn't afford to smoke such a cigarette, so he directly changed his words and said: "Come to Baoxi Lake." ”

The boss nodded, and directly took out a handful of West Lake and handed it to Wu Zhongchao.

"Two pieces. ”

He didn't care about Wu Zhongchao coming to buy cigarettes, after all, there are a lot of adults who want children to buy cigarettes, and Wu Zhongchao is not the only one, and it is reasonable that the boss will not suspect it.

"Give. ”

Wu Zhongchao directly gave the boss two yuan, and then turned around to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he directly bumped into an oncoming girl.

"Hey, how do you see the road. ”

The girl's voice is very good, and although she is wearing a school uniform, she can't hide the beauty hidden in it.

"I'm sorry. Wu Zhongchao hurriedly apologized.

Hearing this voice, the girl raised her head and said with a surprised face: "Wu Zhongchao, it's you." ”

Wu Zhongchao looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked, "Beauty, we know each other?"

"How can we not know each other when we are classmates?" the girl looked at him speechlessly.

"May I ask who you are?" Wu Zhongchao asked again.

"You really don't know who I am?"

The girl looked at him suspiciously and said, "You don't say this because you want to attract my attention, do you?"

"I really don't know who you are?" Wu Zhongchao said helplessly.

Don't blame him for this, after all, so much time has passed, and it is forgivable that he will forget.

What's more, they have not been in touch since graduating from junior high school, and it is reasonable that they will have no impression after more than ten years.