On July 1, 1999, the sun rose in the east.

Outside, the conversation between the two cuckoos on the weeping willows was crisp and beautiful, and a beam of sunlight with the fragrance of the countryside shone in through the narrow glass window, and the eyes of the boy on the bed were closed.

It was a small bedroom, only 10 square meters in size, with a double wooden bed in the room.

It is said to be a bed, but it is also very simple, red bricks are stacked to support the four corners, and the bed board is placed on top to fix it, and a layer of mattress is laid out, which almost costs nothing.

If you don't like to sleep too uncomfortable, you can also make up some shabby clothes under the mattress, buy a mosquito net in summer, and use thin bamboo to prop it up, which can not only resist mosquitoes, but also ventilate and not look stuffy.

This was still very common in the countryside in this era, not aesthetically pleasing, but economical and practical.

Not far from the bed was a slender wooden table, the original brown wood had been eroded by time, and the surface was yellow.

The old wooden table was covered with a layer of old newspapers from nowhere, with thick glass pressed on it, and a dozen books were stacked in the middle of the table.

There was a slightly larger wooden chair next to the table, on which was a common SH brand tape recorder of that era, and four or five cassette tapes were scattered next to it, and the cover was printed on the cover of Hua Tianwang, who had become a king at this time. Judging from the distorted expressions and colors of the characters, it is obvious that it should be a shoddy pirated copy.

The red brick walls have only a narrow window, a gourd-shaped tungsten lamp hanging from the top, and the walls around it are plastered with awards.

Yellowed, brand-new, look closely, from the first grade of primary school to the third year of junior high school, the first period does not fall.

The young man on the bed opened his eyes unconsciously, rubbed his eyes a little foggy, and leaned against the head of the bed motionless.

If you don't look at the young man's smart eyes, the quiet scene in the room will make people think that the moment when the camera presses the shutter to freeze the frame.

Wang Haoran didn't know what was going on, there was no memory and a splitting headache, and there was only a thirty-three-year-old villain in his mind who was screaming loudly at his fifteen-year-old self with grief and indignation, as if telling about the various failures he had experienced in the future.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour.

After a long time, as Wang Haoran exhaled softly, the quiet and silent world suddenly became distinctly colored, and the mosquitoes that had been full of delicious food last night slowly flew from the mosquito net in front of Wang Haoran's eyes.

God gave himself the regret medicine of rebirth, which is the most precious gift in the world.

Wang Haoran stopped his subconscious movements, and let go of the villain in front of him as a return gift to God.

There is a round mirror hanging in the middle of the bed wall against the wall, the young man in the mirror is not childish, the eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, the facial features are distinct, very attractive, the upper body is a little thin when he sits up, and he has fluffy medium and long hair, I don't know if he has not been repaired often or disturbed in his sleep, it looks a little messy, and his green face is still surprised and hesitant, and there is a complex and inexplicable sense of depth in his smart eyes.

Wang Haoran stared at himself in the mirror motionlessly.

Suddenly, a small sobbing sound sounded in the quiet room, and then it became more and more intense, Wang Haoran couldn't suppress the feeling of wanting to cry, and covered it lightly with his hands, and through his fingertips, he could see that the crying face was with a bright smile, which made people feel inexplicably happy.

The old red wooden door creaked, and the woman who came in wore a burgundy apron.

Looking at Wang Haoran, who was sitting on the bed crying, he was slightly surprised, put the bowl in his hand on the table, and walked quickly to the bed.

"What's wrong? Ranran? Why are you crying in bed early in the morning? Have nightmares? You're still scared to cry by dreams when you're so old! Your brother won't have nightmares and cry. Get up and brush your teeth and eat breakfast!" was a tone of affection and a hint of amusement.

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him who didn't know what was happening, Wang Haoran did the biggest job since his rebirth, hugged the other party's waist at once, and buried his head in the other party's arms.

"Mom... ”

This cry contains too many feelings, including grievances, guilt, surprises, and misses.

"I'm sorry! I promise, I'll cry again in this life!" Wang Haoran sobbed, trying to control his tears, but he couldn't ease down for a while under the emotional catharsis.

"I'm sorry, you won't be so old and wet the bed, it's okay, just cry, no one will see it anyway, my mother knows you, you are stubborn, are you wronged? ”

The years have engraved traces on Xia Qirong, who is only thirty-six years old this year, with faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, because of her perennial hard work, her face is slightly pale, and her rough palm gently pats her son's back.

There is no way to say the reason for crying, he can't say that he was reborn, it will frighten his mother, Wang Haoran is no longer willing to let his mother be frightened.

Thinking of my mother's disappointment when I dropped out of high school in my previous life; thinking that I had to learn computer science despite the difficulties at home, my mother, who had a strong nature, called home to borrow 10,000 yuan from my mother's house as tuition; imagined my mother's concern and worry when my business failed and my life was unsatisfactory; and thought about the cold and warm greetings I received from my mother after work.

......

Choked up with tears!

The more you love your mother, how much you resent the failures of the previous life.

The ordinary Xia Qirong gave a mother everything she could do, and she was definitely a great good mother, but her son did not do what he should do, and he failed terribly.

In this life, you must make your mother proud of me! Wang Haoran gritted his teeth and swore secretly in his heart.

The rice bowl on the table has stopped steaming, and Wang Haoran has also let go of his mother, and if he continues to cry, he will scare his mother.

"Mom, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare and was scared, I got up first, I was hungry", wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Wang Haoran smiled at Xia Qirong.

"It doesn't depend on what time you slept until then, it's almost 8 o'clock, you don't have to get up so early on vacation, it's okay, but you have to get up to eat breakfast, I'll leave it for you, you get up and eat, I'll go to the field first, your dad hasn't eaten yet." ”

"Well, then you bring more for Dad, I'll cook the rice at noon, and I'll wait for you and Dad to come back." ”

"Well, if you have homework, you do it, and when you see your brother come back, let him do it, or if you can't find him, wait for me to come back and get it"

"Well, got it. “

Xia Qirong didn't know that Wang Haoran hadn't seen him yesterday, it was no different from usual, and when she saw that her son's mood was stable, she casually explained a few words and got up and left.

Wang Haoran didn't want to behave too abnormally, although he remembered that he hadn't gone home for the New Year for three years and hadn't seen Xia Qirong, he didn't say anything.

When was the last time you saw your mother?

When was the last time you saw your dad?

Wang Haoran looked up the memories in his mind, and the memories of the two Wang Haoran began to overlap with each other.

Thanks to the Jade Emperor Sanqing Nyorai Buddha, Jesus Guanyin Bodhisattva, Mantian God Buddha.

Thank you to the villain who came last night without permission.

I don't know if any of you gave me a gift, thank you!

Thank you, that thirty-three loser Wang Haoran, thank you for giving me an exclusive memory!

"Goodbye, loser Wang Haoran!"

"Hello, fifteen-year-old Wang Haoran!"

Maybe rebirth is not acceptable for many people for a while, but there is no confusion and regret that happened to Wang Haoran.

has experienced the era of rebirth novels flying all over the Internet, and in his previous life, he had neither a beautiful girlfriend nor a rich family.

Physiological needs are basically by hand, transportation is basically by walking, no car, no house, no deposit, there is really nothing to be nostalgic about.

Those of you who are worth remembering in your previous life!

Waiting for a better me!

Waiting for us to have a better encounter!

Youth is waiting, it's a great time at this moment!