Ringing ringing!

A rapid alarm bell woke Li Xiaoshan from his sleep, and he opened his eyes in a daze and closed them again.

Isn't it Saturday? No matter how the alarm clock is still calling, I can't sleep if I want to.

I can't sleep well for a while, I always fall asleep at one or two o'clock in the morning, and my body is about to collapse.

Hey! When people reach middle age, they don't have to go through it!

As I subconsciously touched the phone next to the pillow, I didn't open my eyes and see that the mosquito net was dimly lit.

Yes, not the sound of your phone's alarm clock.

As soon as he turned over and sat up, he carefully looked at the bed, the narrow wooden bed, and the mosquito net, plus the mat and a simple quilt.

Looking at his hands, and then looking at his body and legs, he was a big circle, and he was a lot more immature, and his small belly was gone.

What the hell is this?

Rub your face and pinch your arm hard, will it hurt?

Turn off the alarm clock first, it's only half past five.

I got out of bed with my underwear on and continued to look. A low house with earthen walls of nearly 20 square meters, a wooden table built of bricks, with simple pots and pans and oil, salt and rice noodles on it.

There was a small wooden bench on the ground, a red plastic bucket.

On the honeycomb coal stove against the wall, a small antimony pot was steaming.

There was also a small man-powered cargo tricycle in the house.

There was a snakeskin bag in the body, a rod scale, and a small basket made of plastic skin, which should be change, which was my equipment for the vegetable business.

A plastic bag line was pulled diagonally on the wall, and a few changes of clothes and towels were hung on it.

Well, it's a little cold, no matter, get dressed first. I picked up the cigarette and lighter at the bedside, the cigarette was a dime and a pack of Baitashan, which was the brand I learned to smoke when I was seventeen years old.

Light a cigarette and sit down on a small wooden stool.

It seems that I was reborn, and the rebirth novels I read before I was reborn are like this.

But people were reborn either by lightning or hit by a car, and I woke up and was reborn?

As soon as people are reborn, the excited, the life, crush the second generation of officials, hang and beat the rich second generation, slap the face of the classmates, and conquer the school flower......

How can I be unhappy, why am I not excited? yes, what about my own children?

My son is still in the second year of junior high school, my daughter is in the second grade of elementary school, and my wife is still working in Pengcheng!

He was holding his hair with both hands, and the sound of the door opening came from next door.

"Xiaoshan, are you ready to go!"

"Get up," I answered and opened the door. It's my eldest brother, who looks like he's about twenty-five or sixteen years old.

"Boss, there are so many numbers today"?

"April 20th. ”

''Nine years?'' I thought it should be more than nine years.

"Ninety-one years. ”

"You haven't woken up yet, hurry up and wash your face and go. The boss said as he went into the next room.

On April 20, 91, there was still a month and five days left before his eighteenth birthday.

Yesterday was April 19, 2018, and when I woke up, I was 27 years old, 45 years old and 18 years old.

This joke is big, the sons and daughters are still young, who will cook for them today?

Shake your head, no, it's a lump of numbness in your head.

"Boss, I'm not going today, people are a little uncomfortable, I want to play for a day", I shouted to the next door.

The boss came over to my room and reached out to touch my forehead.

"I don't have a fever!"

''It's nothing, I just want to play for a day.'' ‘’

"If you don't go, forget it, take a break and get some food for yourself, and I'll try to come back as early as possible today." ‘’

"You go, you don't care about me, it's not a big deal. "I'm in for it.

The eldest went back to the house, and I continued to light a cigarette.

Looking at his immature face in the small mirror on the wall, he was a little handsome, well, his appearance is still there, the person has not changed, and he is relieved.

Visually inspect your own height, estimated to be up to 1.7 meters, yes, teenagers in the seventies and eighties, nutrition can't keep up!

It's like a child in the 21st century, who lives in a honey pot and is tall at a young age.

I graduated from junior high school only a little more than one and a half meters, and I was suffocating when I was in junior high school!

When I live on campus on a Saturday day, I have 778 catties of rice and a large glass bottle of pickles, and I can only eat fresh vegetables and meat once or twice on weekends.

As a result, I was chronically deficient in vitamins and suffered from mouth ulcers.

In the past year, I have been in the vegetable business for more than a year, and my life has been better, and my height has only gone up a bit.

However, the height in his previous life was only 1.73 meters, and he was so-so as a post-70s.

Continue to sit back on the stool and think about the current situation.

I pinched my thigh again, but it still hurt. It seems that there is really no going back, everything in front of me is so real, not a dream.

I can't take care of it in my previous life, what should I do now?

First of all, we have to stand in the perspective of the reborn, and learn from those "predecessors"?

Classmates who slap their faces? Hehe! Post-70s junior high school students, what kind of classmates will there be.

Thinking about his previous life, there was no news of him later, mainly because communication was not developed in the nineties, and when he grew up, he went his own way, and he couldn't get in touch if he wanted to.

Conquer the school flower?

There should be a beautiful woman, thinking that she was also an old driver in her previous life, hehe! This can be there, I couldn't help but touch my chin.

"I'm leaving, Xiaoshan, you don't feel comfortable sleeping for a while, or go to the teahouse to watch the video".

In the late 80s and early 90s, Hong Kong films were in full swing.

Teahouse + video, all over the streets and alleys of Shudu, it costs a dollar a day.

A bowl of gaiwan tea, three or four Hong Kong-made films are scrolled. If you are hungry, you can ask the proprietress to cook a bowl of fried noodles, or a dollar, a good pastime.

"I know, you're leaving. "The boss is pushing his tricycle and getting ready to go out, equipped like me.

The boss went out and interrupted my train of thought. It seems to be crooked.,That's the novel.,The "seniors" of the fart.。

Now I live in a small house, and I will only be eighteen years old in a month, and I seem to think too much about this small body.

However, speaking of predecessors, I saw a post on the Internet in my previous life that collected the most similar people in history at home and abroad who seemed to be reborn.

ZHANG Heng, LEONARDO da Vinci, LI Chunfeng....... There is also Guiguzi, the Yellow Emperor...... They're all cattle!

This guy is too much like a traverser, and some people say that they are post-80s after accurate analysis.

As soon as you are a crosser, forget it if you become an emperor, and you will be named the new dynasty, and the system after 2,000 years will be implemented, and you will not be short-lived.

One step ahead is a genius, two steps ahead is a madman, how many steps ahead are you? Just think about it is also drunk.

But these people are too far away, and after everyone talks, they don't feel anything, and they are a living person!

So, in modern times, in modern times, Taizu, isn't it? It seems that some people have mentioned it.