Since he has been thirty years old, Hu Yiting no longer refuses to use the unit of year to describe himself.

"How old are you?"

“…… More than thirty. ”

"Wow, you're not too small. ”

"Well, it's not small. ”

"How old is your child?"

"I'm not married. ”

"Oh!?Then you have to hurry, it's all this age. ”

"I'm too busy at work, and I haven't mixed up my career yet. ”

"That's also thirty! Put aside the old society, and the grandson is embraced.

"Haha. ”

"You've got to work harder. ”

"Thank you for your concern. ”

The more Hu Yiting listened to this kind of conversation, the more bored he became, and he sometimes wondered, was he too lazy?

So he began to count his age in months, three hundred and ninety-one months, three hundred ninety-two months, three hundred ninety-three months...... The advantage of doing this is that you can have a birthday once a month, and Hu Yiting calls this a small birthday.

Hu Yiting often thinks of some crooked reasoning to defend himself: "Isn't the baby calculated by the month? You see how happy these little guys are, and the difference between the top and bottom is a month, it is very different. When we become adults, we begin to count our years in years, probably because physiological changes have slowed down, right? But what age is it now? Science and technology, culture, and international and domestic society are changing day by day, how can people themselves remain unchanged? If the knowledge structure and way of thinking become so slow, can they keep up with the times?

Counting up to today, Hu Yiting has not been out of the gate of Huachuang Central Research Institute for a month, hungry colleagues with boxed lunches, tired to sleep on the corner of the office inflatable mattress, in order to complete the final stage of Tiansi chip design command debugging, Hu Yiting and the whole team to the extreme of Huachuang's wolf nature.

After three days and three nights of fighting without closing his eyes, Hu Yiting found that he suddenly became unusually awake at this peak of fatigue, he wanted to pick up the black coffee and take another sip, but he suddenly couldn't control his body, and he couldn't even move a little finger, so he planted his head and smashed it in front of the screen, making the keyboard make a clicking sound.

Colleagues in the office cried out in panic:

"Hu Gong, what's wrong with you?"

"Hu Gong, you don't matter, right?"

"Hu Gong!Hu Gong!Hu Gong ......"

Hu Yiting felt that the muscles of his body were uncontrollable and relaxed, and the whole person completely entered a state of death-like sculpture, and the sound in his ears changed from clear and clean to weird and vague, and finally disappeared away, and only his own brain became more and more sober.

Six months ago, Hu Yiting jumped from Puhai Microelectronics to join Huachuang Group, as a full-stack engineer of Tiansi wireless chip development department, more than 100 days and nights, Hu Yiting can't remember how many times he fought all night with his colleagues, how many times he stayed awake all night with red eyes, and saw that the new generation of Tiansi 930 chip was about to complete the final debugging, and he was about to tape out the trial production, but he fell.

At that time, Hushan City was not as noisy as it is today, and in the morning, just after the morning rush hour, the streets were lonely. The pale golden sunlight pours into the city after the fragrance of rape flowers in the suburbs, and the clean streets and alleys and bluestone pavements are all vivid.

Cement slab buildings from the 70s, like toys that children have been playing with for a long time, fall on both sides of the boulevard, and the light-colored shadows are like gray cats, cautiously leaning out of the asphalt road, squatting in the dark blue shadows of the street trees.

Hu Yiting stood in the shade of a tree and found that he was only 16 years old, the dark green canvas schoolbag that straddled was a little heavy, the blue and white chemical fiber sportswear was wrinkled, and he carried the saved breakfast money in his pocket, which was used to rent martial arts books at a nearby bookstore after school, or go to the video hall to watch the snowy Lin Qingxia and the dashing and fearless Chow Yun-fat, these were the biggest entertainment items in his adolescence.

Recalling the moment of rebirth, it was definitely a tenth-level severe pain, as if a woman gave birth, but it was the mother who was in pain in childbirth, and it was her own freak who was in pain in rebirth.

Hu Yiting, a 16-year-old newborn, is 187 months old according to his own calculations.

Finally freed from the pain of rebirth, Hu Yiting found himself standing on the streets of Hushan City in 1995, rummaging through his schoolbag and checking the textbooks and textbooks inside again and again.

All the books are textbooks for the third year of junior high school, and their names are written in a proper font on the book covers.

In the text, Xiao Ming said that he wanted to be a scientist in the future, Wang Hai wanted to be a driver, and Li Hong, who wanted to be a store salesperson, said happily that we would all have a bright future in the future.

In any case, Hu Yiting thought that this qiē was an illusion, maybe he was enjoying a legal anesthetic in a hospital bed at the moment, and the qiē in front of him was just a side effect of the drug.

Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Hu Yiting set his eyes on the bank on the street. 95 years of ICBC has not been unified decoration into the later light gray, the color of the doors and windows is as dark green as the old cucumber, and the small post office is no different, the sun shines into the empty lobby, shining on the cool and clean gray and white terrazzo floor, the lobby wall is white and blue whitewashed plain, the east side is the unit honor wall, pasted eight pieces of big red paper, written "actively saving, building the motherland", the bottom is pasted with the bank's model staff photos in the last quarter, the men and women in the photo are sitting in precarious clothes, at the moment are sitting at the counter reading the newspaper and drinking tea, looking indifferent.

Rebirth made Hu Yiting's mood chaotic, and he ran into the bank several times, staring at the black fluff on his lips in front of the grooming mirror in the lobby.

After confirming the life file, Hu Yiting sat on the bright red fire hydrant on the side of the road for two hours, looking at the boulevard that stretched far to the east, his soul seemed to be out of his body, and he kept rising into the sky, circling, overlooking the city engraved with his birth, growth, youth, and pain. It wasn't until his chrysanthemum was faintly aching from the protrusions on the fire hydrant that he came back to his senses and realized that everything was irreparable.

In 1995, for Hu Yiting, it was his Middle Ages.

Hu Yiting stood in place, not knowing where to go, his hesitant heart began to twitch in pain, and the chrysanthemum was still in pain because she had been pushed by the fire hydrant for two hours. This qiē made him feel like an unlucky guy who had been beaten and curled up on the road and groaned.

But for a short while, his uncharacteristically high self-confidence began to see himself as a rare but blessed adventurer.

In 95 years, China's IC industry was like a blank sheet of paper, although barren, it was full of infinite possibilities.

As a science and engineering man, Hu Yiting is a pure "siege lion", in his thirties, but he has been immersed in technology research and development, and he has never even experienced a decent love, and his social experience is relatively simple.

Thinking of the infinite possibilities brought by rebirth, Hu Yiting suddenly felt that rebirth was not necessarily a bad thing, and with his own knowledge and experience, he would not have to worry about running out of food.

Thinking that he could live for 20 more years, especially the golden youth, Hu Yiting's mood also improved.

He thought, "If you lose your horse, how can you know if it's a blessing?"

Just as Hu Yiting was standing on the side of the road, watching the ants stretch a line on the mottled plane bark, carrying dead flies as winter grain storage, a well-maintained old bicycle rushed over and stopped beside him.

"Hu Yiting, why don't you go to class!"

The man on the bicycle rolled over and got out of the car and yelled at Hu Yiting.

Hu Yiting looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and saw that he was wearing a rare blue cloth tunic, the four pockets were a little broken along the edges, with white threads, his neck was a little tilted forward, his head was slightly tilted back, and there was a pair of thick deep myopia glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Isn't this Xu Kejian? His Chinese teacher is a junior high school class teacher.

Hu Yiting couldn't help but smirk, he remembered how strict and old-fashioned Xu Kejian was, once, he left himself alone in the classroom after school, and punished him for writing the word "water" hundreds of times, saying when he wrote it correctly before he could go home. Hu Yiting didn't dare to slack off, and he copied word by word neatly, but until his fingers were numb and painful, Lao Xu still said that he didn't write correctly, but he refused to tell him what was wrong. In the end, when it was dark, Xu Kejian and his wife came to the classroom, poked his head with his hand, and spurted and scolded, "Old immortal! You want to starve me and my son to death!", Xu Kejian's face was full of embarrassment, and then he told Hu Yiting that the right half of the water character cannot be connected with a pen, and it must be skimmed and written separately. Then he hurriedly carried the vegetable basket and went home with his wife's butt to cook.

If this qiē is a dream, then this dream is too real and too complicated, and Hu Yiting decided to make one last effort to wake himself up.

There was a crisp "snap", and a big slap was slapped on the right side of his face by his right hand, and the painful feeling made him give up the preparation of the next left hand to slap the left side of the face.

"It's not a dream!"

Xu Kejian saw that Hu Yiting was stupid, and in anger, he said repeatedly: "Hu Yiting, why are you crazy? Don't you go to class? Don't you look at what time it is? It's a quarter past nine! You are absent from class and wandering around the street for no reason! What are you thinking about!"

Xu Kejian carefully leaned his bicycle under the tree, walked straight to Hu Yiting, and continued to ask: "Hu Yiting, what's wrong with you? Could it be that something happened at home? I want to call your parents if you are absent from school for no reason." ”

Hu Yiting regretted that he couldn't slap himself back in 2015, so he had to look at the wordy Xu Kejian with his eyes open and confused, 16-year-old Hu Yiting, his eyes were as wet as a lamb.

Lao Xu looked at him, and his heart softened a little.

"What's wrong with you?" said in a much softer tone this time.

Xu Kejian looked old-fashioned, in fact, he was only in his forties, but his sideburns were white, there were two deep forehead lines on his forehead, and his thin face made him look haggard with excessive worries.

Hu Yiting was stunned for a while, and said with difficulty: "Xu ...... Teacher, I'm fine. ”

"It's okay, don't hurry up to school!" Xu Kejian was a little annoyed.

Hu Yiting nodded silently, bent down and picked up the books scattered all over the place.

"Come up!" Lao Xu dragged the bicycle leaning under the tree and pouted towards the back seat.

Lao Xu's bicycle basket put a ** pork belly, the physique is less than half a catty, it is estimated that it will be a small bowl when burned, seven or eight shallots wilted like the students standing at the door of his office, with their heads down, a handful of green vegetables stained with yellow mud lying in the basket as simple as a peasant, and a handful of tender leeks that were obviously destroyed by spicy hands, picking and choosing, picking and pinching the head and tail, and crying silently against the greens.

Hu Yiting swallowed dry saliva, picked up his schoolbag and jumped up. Today, he is as agile as a fawn, completely free of the fat and beer belly accumulated in his previous life for twenty years.

Lao Xu obviously took advantage of the recess to run out to buy vegetables and met Hu Yiting, for his absenteeism, Lao Xu did not have the slightest embarrassment and shyness to be knocked through, along the way, Rory criticized Hu Yiting for absenteeism for no reason and did not study well, I am really sorry for his hard work and earnest teachings, and even sorry for the more than ten catties of saliva and more and more profound eyebrow lines he has squirted out in the past three years.

Hu Yiting listened to Lao Xu's sentence after sentence, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, so much so that he began to threaten to notify Hu Yiting's parents to come to school.

Hu Yiting's heart swelled with gratitude. The teachers of this year say that they are anxious for you, but they are really anxious and emotional, and they are anxious to say that they would rather talk about it and risk having deep wrinkles carved on their faces.

But as soon as he thought about it, he thought of returning to class, and Hu Yiting was a little worried.

After all, he has been away from the campus for many years, and when he returned to his youth at first glance, his heart immediately burst with the loneliness of "standing alone and hanging from each other". Besides, those textbooks are no longer familiar to him.

The desolation in his heart came up, and the clutter in his mind was everywhere, like a radio that was not aligned with the receiving frequency, and the hissing sound that came out made him feel uneasy.

Hu Yiting had to relax himself as much as possible, allowing the inexhaustible male hormones in this young body to flood like a tide, drenching every cell.