"Brother Xia, I'm really sorry. Zhao Shu sat leisurely in front of Xia Sen's hospital bed, his hair was meticulously groomed, he was wearing a neat suit, and the smile on his face stung his eyes.

"Zhao Shu, how did you forget how you got to where you are today?" Xia Sen gasped slightly, and every word contained bitter hatred.

"Win and lose. There was a cruel sneer on Zhao Shu's lips, "I can just spend the money you earn and sit in the position where you have worked hard." And you, on the other hand, can only lie here with a huge amount of debt. ”

"Zhao Shu, don't fall into my hands, otherwise, I will make you never be able to turn over!!" he hissed and roared.

"It's a pity, you..." Zhao Shu stood up, close to Xia Sen's ear, and slowly spit out a few words.

At this moment, all his blood seemed to rush to his heart. A burst of cramping came, his limbs became wet and sticky, and the strength of his body disappeared little by little... Consciousness is also starting to blur...

"Husband, husband, what's wrong with you!!" Luo Xue's anxious call faintly sounded in her ears.

The call in my ears is getting farther and farther away... The painful feeling in my body slowly disappears... Little by little, his consciousness drifted away...

“… I'm just going to die?"

In the past thirty-eight years, a short life, pictures flashed in front of him. Starting a business, getting married, working, going to college, taking the college entrance examination... It's like a fast-flipping slide.

Eventually, the slide was frozen twenty years ago.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, he said to Luo Xue, "Let's be together." ”

The exact same pose as it is now. The two of them, he was lying on the lawn, Luo Xue was sitting next to him, and the two were talking and laughing.

With the recollection, his consciousness sank little by little...

Suddenly, he felt a powerful tearing force, and he opened his eyes violently.

Luo Xue was wearing a high school uniform, her long black hair was on her shoulders, her skin was blowing like snow, her big black eyes were looking at him, and her mouth was calling one by one.

"Xia Sen... Xia Sen!"

"Huh?" he looked at Luo Xue's much younger face and couldn't help but be stunned. He shook his head vigorously, closed his eyes again and again, and opened them. He simply couldn't believe what he saw.

"Xia Sen... Xia Sen!" Luo Xue pushed Xia Sen's arm.

"Hmm... Huh?" he replied.

"You're finally alive!" Luo Xue pursed her lips, sounding a strange tone, but there was a faint hint of anticipation. "You... Did you tell me to come out because you wanted to tell me something?"

What's the matter? His mind went blank.

"Cut..." Looking at his stupid appearance, the corners of Luo Xue's mouth couldn't help but fall, and her expression was a little annoyed. "I'll leave first!"

"Oh," he said, stammeringly.

"You—" Luo Xue stood up and stopped talking. Eventually, he stomped his foot and turned away.

From the horns beside the lawn, the sound of slightly old music came out, echoing melodiously in the sky.

A hundred years ago, I watched you leave, and a hundred years later, I look forward to you returning to me, the vicissitudes of life, and I can't erase my thoughts of you...

Sing the song of Hong Kong's return?

Xia Sen's expression changed suddenly.

"Luo Xue!" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Luo Xue's departing figure stopped, turned to look at him, and the look of anticipation resurfaced again.

"What time is it?"

"June 1st!" Hearing his words, Luo Xue finally became completely angry.

“… What year?"

"1997! You are a psychopath!" Luo Xue gritted her teeth and roared loudly, and then walked away without looking back.

Why are you so angry? Xia Sen shook his head in confusion, slowly stood up, and looked around.

At the end of the meadow there was a simple platform made of stones, on which a colorful banner was hung reading, "Study hard, make progress every day"; in the clear blue sky stood a slightly old wooden pole, and a red flag fluttered leisurely on the top of the wooden pole.

The location is the school's small playground.

The date was June 1, 1997.

He looked at his slender hands, slender figure, and school uniform with grass clippings sticking to it.

He seemed to have had a long, long dream, and the vicissitudes of life made him go through hardships.

At this time, he suddenly realized that those were just Nan Ke's dreams. Now he is a high school student who is about to go through the college entrance examination.

Thinking of this, a strong flow of heat welled up in Xia Sen's heart!

In 1997!

He turned out to be in 1997!

This year, my mother has not died, and my father has not yet fallen ill!

He hasn't made any choices yet, everything, he can do it all over again!

Heaven has given him a chance to start from scratch! He wants to take back everything that belongs to him! Let the despicable people pay the price they deserve!

In this era, don't mention artificial intelligence and big data; people in that era have never even heard of chat software, online games, or mobile apps! He has the most advanced technology in 20 years, he knows everything that has happened in 20 years, and every card in his hand is a trump card!

In the torrent of Internet development, he can always stand on the cusp, he can always be one step ahead of others, and he can even rewrite history!

Not only can he get back everything that originally belonged to him! Even the pattern of the Internet will be decided by him! He can also sit in the position of the richest man!

In 1998, it was the time when Factory A was established. The following year, they developed a well-known chat app that swept the country. Based on this huge group of users, their tentacles have extended to countless industries, and finally rose to become one of the largest giants in the Internet industry.

A smile tugged at the corner of Xia Sen's lips. In 1997, just one year before them, he was given plenty of time to prepare and lay out. The software was developed on C++, which was one of the most slippery languages he learned when he entered the industry.

First, though, he has a computer...

He wanted a computer for development, at least in a mid-to-high-end configuration, for 8,000-9,000 yuan. At that time, the monthly salary of the two parents was only 300 yuan, and 8,000 yuan was sky-high.

What to do?

"Hey, what's going on in your head. He slapped him hard behind him. "How's it going, did you confess successfully?"

"Huh...?" Xia Sen turned his head to look over, and in front of him was a face that he hadn't seen in years. Thin eyes, tall man, and a wicked smile on his lips. Zheng Fang.

Once again, there was a surge of heat in his eyes.

Zheng Fang is his real buddy who plays with his bare stomach, and the two of them have eaten candy together since they were children, and they have been beaten together. Whoever dared to provoke Xia Sen, Zheng Fang was the first to rush forward with a brick.

If there is anyone who is the best person for him in this world besides his relatives, it is undoubtedly Zheng Fang.