I don't know how long it took, Masaki felt a voice calling to him, "Wake up Masaki, wake up, wake up", Masaki felt as if someone was shaking his arm, Masaki slowly opened his eyes, the dazzling light made him squint a little uncomfortably for a while, and vaguely saw a person standing in front of him, and memories instantly flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Ah" Masaki shouted, and stood up instantly, wasn't he electrocuted in the rental house? Where is this? Is it a hospital? Why do you feel okay? The stationery on the desk was suddenly taken to the ground by Masaki and made a noise.

"Masaki, sleep well? It looks like you're still dreaming, do you want the teacher to buy you a bed to sleep comfortably? Look at the pressure on your face is red", a female voice came to Masaki's ears.

Zhengji rubbed his eyes a little astringent, looked around in a daze, and was stunned to find that he didn't seem to be in the hospital, on one side of the wall there was still a post "Reading for the rise of China", on the other side it was written "study hard every day", and in front of it was a blackboard, on which were written "Peacock Flying Southeast" a few big words, Zhengji felt that his brain was a little insufficient, what was the situation, how did he seem to be in a classroom.

"Zhengji, what are you looking at? are you still so presumptuous when you sleep in class?" The Chinese teacher in front of Zhengji stared at Zhengji with an angry face.

Zhengji heard someone call his name, only to see a woman with a textbook not far away staring at him, he looked at it and felt a little familiar, suddenly, he opened his mouth wide, his eyes were round, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, before he said tentatively: "Teacher Zhou"?

Looking at Zhengji's puzzled expression, Zhou Qingmei laughed angrily, glanced at the clock behind the classroom, there were still twenty minutes before the end of class, and the class she prepared today had not yet been finished, so she decided not to waste time on Zhengji, waved her hand and said helplessly: "You sit down first, and come to my office after class." ”

Zhengji still stood in place with some disbelief, looking at the familiar scene in the classroom, sweeping his familiar and unfamiliar cheeks, and then looking at Zhou Qingmei on the podium, he felt as if he was in a dream, everything seemed to be a little unreal, until he felt that his right hand seemed to be pulled by someone, and then he reacted, and when he looked down, he saw an equally familiar face "Liu Lu"?

Liu Lu nodded with some confusion, not knowing why Zhengji suddenly called her name, but she quickly reacted and whispered to Zhengji who was standing: "Sit down, Teacher Zhou asked you to sit down."

Zhengji looked at Liu Lu's face, there was a trace of trance, and sat down, Liu Lu looked at him stupidly, looked at him with some worry, bent down from the ground and picked up the stationery that Zhengji had just gotten up and brought down, and put it next to Zhengji's table, while Zhengji was still looking at the desktop in a daze.

Zhengji trembled his hand and slowly picked up the Chinese textbook on the desk, opened it page by page, buried his head in the book, took a deep breath, smelled the unique ink fragrance of the textbook, and let out a satisfied **, after a long time he raised his head, and saw his name engraved on the table, stretched out his hand and stroked it slowly, suddenly, he seemed to think of something, took out a pencil from the stationery box picked up by Liu Lu on the side, looked at it, gritted his teeth, and stabbed his arm fiercely.

Liu Lu has been observing Zhengji from the side, she always feels that Zhengji is a little weird now, until he took out the pencil from the stationery box and stuck it directly on his arm, he couldn't help but cry out, and the classmates who listened to the lecture looked back at this place, Liu Lu reacted and covered his mouth, lowered his head, and looked at Zhengji with a trace of worry in his eyes.

Masaki looked at the wound left by the pencil on his arm in a daze, some blood flowed out of the wound, as if he didn't feel pain, staring straight at his arm, the corners of his mouth bent, and laughed, really, everything is true, he is not dreaming, he is really back, back to the third year of high school, God has mercy, and gave him another chance to start over.

He suddenly thought of something, put his hand into the stool pavilion, and took out all the things in the stool pavilion, sure enough, a copy of "Book of Swords and Enmity" was also among them, Zhengji smiled, picked up the book, and threw it into the stool pavilion casually, in his previous life, he didn't study well when he read novels, and he couldn't do it again in this life.

Until the end of class, Masaki didn't calm down from the excitement, after all, this kind of thing that is only imaginary, when the real thing is on a person, no matter how calm you are, you can't help but be excited at the moment.

Zhou Qingmei endured the whole class, watching Zhengji keep moving left and right, churning things, silly music, but in order not to interfere with the progress of the class, she held back, the bell rang after class, the classmates breathed a sigh of relief, Zhou Qingmei also rarely looked forward to the end of class, glared at Zhengji, packed up the textbook, and said while walking: "Zhengji, come out, go to the office."

Zhengji, who was immersed in excitement, heard Zhou Qingmei's words, stood up with interest, and followed, behind him was the laughter of the classmates, all watching the excitement, watching Zhengji walk out of the classroom.

"Report", Masaki at the door of the office shouted to the door.

"Come in" Zhou Qingmei's voice came into Zhengji's ears through the door.

Masaki gently pushed and walked in, he looked around first, and the office was still the same as before, not changed at all.

Seeing that Zhengji walked into the office and looked around again, Zhou Qingmei became even more angry, stood up and said, "Zhengji, look, I've been here so many times, and you can't find me?"

Hearing Zhou Qingmei's words, Zhengji shrunk his neck, and walked in front of Zhou Qingmei with a knowing expression, waiting for her upcoming criticism.

"Tell me about you, is it easy for your parents to provide for you to go to school? If you don't study hard, you still sleep in class? Do you know that you are about to be the third year of high school, and you will take the college entrance examination in more than a year, you look at your last results, the sixth from the bottom of the class, are you embarrassed? When you entered the school, you were in the top ten in the class, and now? What is wrong with you? Do you really not want to go to college anymore?" Zhou Qingmei looked at Zhengji who lowered her head in front of her and said bitterly.

Zhengji looked at Zhou Qingmei's face that hated iron and steel, and a softness in his heart was touched, so he couldn't help bending down and hugging Zhou Qingmei. said: "Teacher Zhou, I was ignorant before, so I caused you trouble, it was my fault, I won't in the future, please believe me, please see my performance, thank you Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Qingmei obviously didn't expect Zhengji to hug herself, she was a little stunned for a while, and she couldn't react for a while when she heard Zhengji's words, and after a while, she looked at Zhengji, who seemed to be a little different, nodded and said: "I remember your promise today, if you do it again in the future, it won't be as polite as it is now, at the end of the term, I'll see your performance, go, get ready for the next class." ”

Masaki bowed deeply before slowly walking out of the office.

When he returned to the classroom, he saw a person sitting in his seat, he walked over and found that the person was taking out the book of "Book of Swords and Enmity" from his stool and looking at it with relish, but he didn't see Masaki come back.

Zhengji took the book out of his hand, and Fan Cheng, who was looking at it attentively, was suddenly taken away by Zhengji, raised his head and found that Zhengji was back, stood up, patted Zhengji's shoulder and said: "You're back, it's okay, dare to sleep in the class teacher's class, why didn't you find you so bold before?

The person in front of him is Fan Cheng in a corridor of political discipline, and he is also his best friend, the two played together with bare butts when they were very young, and they took Fan Cheng to read novels together in high school before rebirth, so neither of them was admitted to a good school in the end, he went to work hard in other places, and Fan Cheng inherited his father's business and his father opened a restaurant in his hometown.

Zhengji looked at Fan Cheng's green cheeks, since there is a chance to change, this life can't let Fan Cheng continue to sink like the previous life, he took the book in his hand and replied: "Don't look at writing in the future, as he spoke, he crumpled the book and threw it into the stool."

Fan Cheng didn't have time to stop it, and looked at Zhengji with some anger and said, "What's wrong with you? After sleeping and becoming a different person? Don't you like to watch it the most? You don't look at it and give it to me, what a pity to rub it."

Masaki patted him on the shoulder and said, "Study hard, and I'll watch it later when I have time", saying that the class bell rang, and although Fan Cheng was puzzled, he had to return to his seat.

This class is a physics class, the physics teacher is a bald man, surnamed Xu, Xu Huajiang, the lecture is actually very distinctive, Zhengji listened very carefully, he didn't study physics well in his previous life, so physics has always been his shortcoming, now that he has the opportunity, he naturally has to study hard.

This was the last class, and before I knew it, forty-five minutes had passed in a flash, and the bell rang for the end of school.

Zhengji waited in the classroom and waited for Fan Cheng to go together, Fan Cheng had long forgotten the contradictions before class, the two walked home together, he was a little lost along the familiarity route back to his home unit in the community, all he saw along the way was the scenery of the old city, Xincheng was still a small city at that time, there was no rapid change of billions of investment from the country, even a city center square had to be repaired for three or four years, the urban area was completely developing at a turtle speed, the city's economy was not good, and the industry was even more underdeveloped.

Masanori's home is still located south of the city, but it is surrounded by buildings and environments like the 80s. Fancheng's father and Zhengji's mother are in the same unit, and even the moving house is a unit, so the two have been close friends since childhood.

At that time, I remembered that I moved for the first time in more than ten years, and it was the only time I moved, even if it was in one or five years, my parents also lived in the original house.

When I returned to 98 years, my home moved into a new house less than two years ago, which was a house built by the unit with raised funds, and it was also the so-called commercial housing of epoch-making significance, with limited internal staff and not sold to the outside world.

And this set of commercial housing has hollowed out most of the life income of the parents of ordinary workers, the impression of the ninety-nine years of the college entrance examination political discipline failure, a large gap down the list of three universities, and the family because of the purchase of a house to raise funds has owed a lot of money, in this case, and failed the college entrance examination, can only go to a tuition is not cheap three books, undoubtedly worse, 7,000 yuan of high price admission is really nothing now, with the current political discipline is two months to tighten the pants can be taken out, but at the beginning, it is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the parents who have no family savings。

What Masaki remembers deeply is that the relatives at home also urgently need money, and the scene where his mother was worried about the money and secretly wiped her tears, and the brows of his resolute father were also wrinkled into the word "Sichuan", which led to the fact that for a long time in the future, Masaki could ignore this sad memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he does know that money is the source of a person's and even a happy family life at any time, especially in a future economically developed society, money represents the values of status and success to a certain extent.

"Masaki, something is wrong with you today, it feels like you've changed as a different person, you don't even like to read novels, what's wrong with you?" Fan Cheng saw that Masaki was wrong and asked curiously.

"No, I'm normal, it's just that I had a dream today, dreaming of the future of the two of us, which made me tremble a little, and saw the consequences of the two of us reading novels all the time and not studying. Masaki replied.

"You can blow it hard, just you, and think you are an immortal, an unknown prophet?"

Zhengji knew that it was impossible for him to make Fan Cheng study hard just by preaching, so he was ready to use practical actions to "save" Fan Cheng in the future and pull himself down. The two talked and laughed, and before they knew it, they walked to the door of the unit. He was a little homesick and a little hesitant, Fan Cheng looked at Zhengji strangely, and muttered: "You must have taken the wrong medicine." Then he walked in first.

Watching Fa Xiao's back disappear at the door of the building, the building in front of him made him slightly excited, and even if it weren't for the brand-new paint and the old and teenage elders who were familiar all the way in the community to say hello, Zhengji once thought that he had not come more than ten years ago, and once thought that he was still out for a year or five. Masaki gritted his teeth and walked into this familiar and unfamiliar place, every step of the step, every floor, Masaki felt that his legs were trembling, not tired, his heart was bitter and sweet, and he felt that he was one step closer to the nostalgia of his life. Step by step is no longer a step, in the eyes of political discipline, it has become the screen of the scenes of the past.

Finally, at the door of the third floor, Masaki glanced at the 98-year-old wooden door, gritted his teeth, and finally raised his hand tremblingly, "Bang bang", the sound of slippers "popping" came from the door, "squeak", the door opened, and then a strange and familiar voice came: "I'm back, Xiao Ji, I made you egg fried rice, I'm hungry." ”

Although, before entering the door, he told himself not to cry, after seeing his mother's familiar and still young face, he couldn't help but burst into tears, he had experienced life and death, experienced vicissitudes, and the most unforgettable thing was still the familiar face of his parents, tears fell on the floor, and Masaki couldn't cry anymore.

"Mom!" Zhengji didn't say a word, rushed up and hugged his mother, who had been thinking about it for a long time, smelling his mother's smell of a little oil smoke, as if he had returned to his mother's arms when he was a child, and all his sorrows disappeared.

Zheng's mother also felt her son's complicated mood as if she had a heart, gently hugged Zhengji, patted him slowly, comforted him, and said softly: "What's the matter, child, what grievances have you suffered outside? ”

It's this sentence again, mom is the master for you, yes, parents are the last haven for children, and if you have any grievances, you always talk to your mother when you were a child, and Zhengji was even more moved by this sentence with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, Mom, my son hasn't seen you for a long time today, I miss you, Mom, let's eat, if I don't eat, I'll starve to death." Masaki wiped his tears and said with a heartfelt smile.

This is Masaki's father who also walked out, and said with a smile as he walked: "Our little man is also in tears, okay, what is there to talk about while eating." With that, he walked to the dinner table with Masaki.

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