Holding his cheeks, Li Wenxiu was a little stunned, staring at the old scalper not far away who had been causing disaster to the Shi Laosi family next door for several years, with some confusion in his eyes.

Li Wenxiu really can't understand, how could Li Rihe, who has been honest all his life, give him such a show? ? The name of the air baba.

But now that I think about it, I am more moved than angry.

From the bright lights of the 21st century, back to 1997 Li Wan, neither ostentatious, nor sensational, there is no trace of being manipulated by nameless power.

As a business manager of a listed foreign bank, Li Wenxiu's life is too ordinary, but he never had the luxury of hoping that he would return to 1997.

Everything in front of him was so real that it made the seven-foot-tall man cry like rain.

At the end of June, Huangmei has lasted for more than half a month, according to the season of previous years, this time is a good time to bloom and bloom, but Li Wenxiu remembers that this year is an exception.

It has been pouring rain for more than ten days, and it still hasn't cleared.

In 1997, Liwan was located in the mountainous area at the junction of three provinces in southwest Anhui, and there was no shadow of the cement road leading to the village, and the large cofferdam at the front gate had not been built into a flood storage reservoir.

Everything is almost unfamiliar.

At this time, Li Wan was like being left in a corner, walking on the edge of the wave of reform day after day with Li Wenxiu's sometimes tired but extremely nostalgic rhythm.

However, life in Li Wan is like a wrecked ship tossed in a storm, and the barren land is full of simple but not all industrious people, and the hard life is full of joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

However, more than 50 households, 200 people, facing the Meizi River, lack of land and little land, the Meizi River, which was once rich in products, has now become the best witness of the poverty of the Liwan people.

Perhaps before the flood of 1998, all the people of Li Wan would not have known that the Plum River, which had nurtured them, would ruin their lives overnight.

Li Rihe, who was honest, carried the bamboo basket to the Meizi River in front early in the morning.

It is said that Li Rihe, who is now 39, in addition to the ancestral three earthen houses, only his daughter-in-law Liu Jinlan and a pair of children are left, of course, there is also a poor heart that is always in turmoil but has low eyes.

"Wenxiu! Wenxiu, where did you die in the morning!"

"What are you talking about? I'm not here!"

Even if she is reborn once, the spicy Liu Jinlan is still difficult to make Li Wenxiu feel close and considerate.

It is said that the son is the tip of his mother's heart, but Li Wenxiu doesn't think so, he doesn't expect his wife to be so elegant and knowledgeable, but he doesn't necessarily like Liu Jinlan's pungent and unreasonable.

"Where's your dad?"

"The shrimp cage is gone!"

Li Wenxiu was a little weak, and his heart couldn't be lifted up all of a sudden, and the sudden return from another time and space still gave him a sense of floating without his feet touching the ground.

Physically, rebirth is definitely not an easy task, you think about it, even a person who gets motion sickness on a bus, let alone something as difficult as traveling through time and space.

"I know how to catch fish and shrimp all day long, and I will be able to make a living! This day will not be able to pass sooner or later! But it's over!"

Bang.

Needless to say, the gourd scoop that scooped the water suffered again.

However, apart from covering his head and turning a blind eye there, Li Wenxiu had no way to deal with Liu Jinlan's inexplicable anger.

Whether in the previous life or in this life, he was still ruthless to Liu Jinlan and Li Wenxiu, and in the last life, until Liu Jinlan died of a serious illness, he always felt that he still did not fulfill the responsibility of a filial son.

Although the money has never been missing after work, but after all, there is something missing, and now that I think about it, it may be the sensationalism that a woman and a mother need the most.

But Li Wenxiu knows that he has never been a person who can soften his heart and get tired of kneeling in the arms of his mother.

Thinking of this, the trace of anger that Li Wenxiu had just emerged from the bottom of his heart couldn't help but dissipate, and the tip of his nose was sour and he wanted to cry.

Maybe the unknown power made him do it all over again, and there was always some purpose that no one knows.

As the eldest in the family, Li Wenxiu has just taken the high school entrance examination, if he is not out of shape in this life, in two months, Li Wenxiu will go to the county No. 2 middle school to attend high school.

In 97 years of Li Wan, he was admitted to the county No. 2 Middle School, and he was still the first scorpion to, although Li Wenxiu later learned that the No. 2 Middle School was synonymous with the entire Songping County Sanjiao High School (poor school, poor students, and poor teachers).

But being able to go to school in the county seat is still a great relief for a 97-year-old boy, not to mention that Li Wenxiu was still struggling to be admitted to the university in the second middle school, which can be regarded as adding a lot of daily neighborhood talk to Liu Jinlan, and the most important thing is the confidence to scold others.

After all, being able to produce a serious college student in the family, whether it is in Liu Jinlan's eyes or in Li Wan, who is a big palm, is an extremely rare pride.

After muttering, Li Wenxiu looked up and glanced at the three red brick houses with mud walls and tiled walls that he had obtained when he was separated from his two brothers, and his heart suddenly became a little blocked, and he couldn't talk about the joy of rebirth at all, and some just burst into tears.

This life is too hard.

If Li Wenxiu hadn't remembered the fork, until he got married and started a business, the three houses in the family could not be rebuilt.

It's not because of nostalgia, but it's really tight, even if you work and have an income later, but with the domestic housing prices rising gradually, it is already exhausting to be able to run a family business in the county, where is there still room to rebuild the ancestral house.

As for childhood.

Li Wenxiu's childhood was almost spent with dried radishes and sweet potatoes, so there are no good memories at all, and some are just looking forward to standing on their own as soon as possible and getting out of this bitter life.

Again, Li Wenxiu didn't have the idea next to him, and improving his life naturally became the top priority.

spat on the ground, which made the whole person a little wet and uncomfortable even under the rain, and it was rare that it would not rain and it would be uncomfortable.

Li Wenxiu was just about to get up to breathe, and hit the weir in the distance, Li Rihe was already carrying a knee-high bamboo basket and walking back.

His trouser legs were pulled up to his knees, and the mud on his feet had not yet been washed, and Li Wenxiu smelled the smell of smoke on his body from afar.

This man is like this, when he is poor, he will smoke until he dies.

If you can buy a pack of Fuziling light pole cigarettes for 6 cents, you will resolutely not buy 1 yuan 5 a pack of Huangmei with a filter, which is Li Rihe's rule of life, and it is also the deepest memory of Li Wenxiu's childhood.

"Dad, my mom is angry!"

Although he was not in a good mood, Li Wenxiu still opened his mouth to mention something, in his opinion, this must be another unrestful day.

But unexpectedly, seeing Li Rihe carrying a bamboo basket into the door, Liu Jinlan did not open her mouth to spill unexpectedly, but the broom in her hand was heavy, and the chair and table, which was not very solid, squeaked vigorously under her ravage.

When he turned his head and looked at the river not far away, after more than half a month of continuous rain, a war that had been brewing for a long time finally broke out this morning.