Bustling... At the end of the day, the huge pressure brought by the wonderful materialistic life is like a blister falling from the rain, which bursts in an instant......

All this has nothing to do with Zheng Dong anymore.........

Is it a pleasure......

Or liberation......

Or sadness!

No matter what kind of life it is, no matter what kind of future and past......

Death is like a lamp going out......

For Zheng Dong, the moment he lost consciousness, everything was gone with the wind......

Isn't it?

Oh, yes!

No matter how much you don't do, no matter how much you reluctant, no matter how much anger and joy you have, when you die, there will be nothing.........

As a person who said in the fourth grade of elementary school that he would have 500,000 in the future, he has not fulfilled his wish in middle age, and he is really ...... He's dead... Forget it......

No, what can it do?

Zheng Dong's body is not strong, but he is not weak and windless, he usually does farm work and is capable, no matter how fast or slow, he will never be thrown in the ground, his family and the elders and villagers in the village know it, and they all say "Xiaodong is not the life of farming in this life!"

This sentence has two meanings in rural areas, one is: you are from a farming background, what is the matter if you don't know how to farm?

The second is: You are the life of the young lady's body, and you can't even do the work in the field, what else can you do in the future?

Zheng Dong's death, to be honest, is really unique, in the eyes of others, he is not sick or sick, he died too crazy, and he died stupidly......

Why did he die like this, it has to be said that Zheng Dong has too many regrets about the first half of his life, and the pressure from all sides, and his own depravity, which made things worse for his family and himself, which led him to have a strong idea of living again for a while.

Aren't there so many people in the novel who travel through the past and other parallel worlds to live a wonderful life again?

Collect the claim on the Internet, see how to cross, and find someone to inquire if there is a regret medicine for sale, this is Zheng Dong's crazy move after he suddenly had this idea.

"Hey...... It's just that no matter how bad it is, no matter how angry it is,...... It's better than a madman!"

This is the most evaluation from the people in the village before Zheng Dong's death.........

After three months of almost crazy searching, I really found a sloppy Taoist priest who sold all-purpose medicine near Longhu Mountain, "This medicine is not sold, only given to those who need it...... The kind of person who really wants to start a new life...... It is a person who is not afraid of death...... Are you sure you're such a person?"

The Taoist priest's unkempt hair covered his entire face, and he couldn't see any expression, but he could hear some excitement in his voice.

He...... Despite all the blank eyes and doubts, it took nearly fifty years to collect enough 810 kinds of materials to refine the elixir, and as soon as he was refined down the mountain, he ran into Zheng Dong...... "Is this the will of heaven?"

Seeing Zheng Dong nodding without hesitation, the sloppy Taoist priest was really excited, others say that he is a madman, so let's experiment with him, let you see if I am a madman or a genius, then who didn't say: There is only a thin line between a genius and a madman?

………… The medicine was very peaceful, and Zheng Dong, who took it when he got home, did not feel any discomfort, so he slowly fell asleep...... It shouldn't be said that he was asleep, because before losing consciousness, Zheng Dong was not sleepy at all, as if he was devoured by something that swallowed his mind and soul in two or three strokes, and it was gone...... There is no consciousness, there is no thought......

"Old Taoist...!You won't be a trick on me?......

Didn't people travel back in time to the past, and didn't they all have feelings, thoughts, or souls that could see their bodies and their surroundings?

……… Really.........

…… Got trapped..................

The sound of Langlang's reading is full of vitality, and the children's voice with milk in the classroom is particularly energetic.

On the edge of the garden outside the classroom, Zheng Dong looked confused, and his eyes were unfocused in the direction of the classroom door.

Renji Elementary School 1st grade!

Zheng Dong clearly remembers that he was in the first grade of primary school, and this is what it looks like, the teacher on the podium is Teacher Zheng from the same village, and the lovely classmates sitting below with their mouths open and closed are those with innocence in the depths of their memories...... Eld......

Seven years old, the first grade of primary school, for 1985, it was already a year late, generally the family conditions are better, seven years old is already a second-grade primary school student, there are also some elderly classmates, generally the kind of students who let their children start school after the state vigorously called for nine years of compulsory education.........

This scene, this time, has appeared countless times in dreams, and it has never been so clear and real.........

"The old Taoist priest didn't cheat me?...... Or will the obsession after I really die so clearly and truly?............"

Zheng Dong pinched his thigh hard...

"Sizzle........."

It really hurts, sure...... Not a dream!

Looking at the radiant sun above his head, he raised his right hand, the white and delicate little hand, the fine lines will appear, and a few hand lines can be counted clearly...... It's all so real!

Is it really 1985.........

Zheng Dong's dark double eyelids showed a fine light in his big eyes.........

I'm looking for someone to try after class.........

At 11:45, the morning class was completed, and the moral teacher, Old Man Jiang, who had been written by his classmates in his essay as the head of the north and the face of the south, came to the bell tree by the garden in a kind and lovely way......

"Bell...... Bell ......"

The bell rang three times in a row......

"Bell bell ...... Bell Bell Bell ......"

The four-bell rang after the school dismissal......

"Oooh......"

"Ahhh......h Ahh......h

Cute smiling faces of joy and excitement swarmed out of the classrooms.........

followed by fighting, laughing and scolding, injecting vigor into the campus that had been quiet for 45 minutes.........

"Xiaodong, continue ......"

Zheng Xiaohua, who was at the same table, threw the canvas schoolbag all the way over.

Zheng Dong hurriedly caught it, he clearly remembered that his mother borrowed money twice to buy an old green canvas in order to make this new schoolbag for himself, and stayed up until midnight to make it......

The first semester is already halfway through, and the weather has begun to get colder, Zheng Dong, who has been standing for a class in a daze, is red because of his thin clothes, white and tender little round face and cute nose.

"I won't say ...... when I get home"

Zheng Xiaohua tilted his head and looked at Zheng Dong, his face full of serious assurance.

"Don't say anything?..."

I cherished the schoolbag on my back, put it on the right side in a regular manner, and patted it gently.

"Don't tell your mother that you're punished...... Why are you ......?"

Zheng Xiaohua couldn't figure it out, why did Zheng Dong, who is usually bigger than himself, seem to be a little different there......

"No...... It's okay to say that......"

Zheng Dong took two steps forward, as if he regretted not letting Zheng Liangliang say nothing, and retreated.

"I won't say it, don't worry......! Alas, you pinch me...... I'm going to say to your mother, you were punished by the teacher for standing, or you didn't listen to the class well........."