The most painful thing in this life is not knowing what you want. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Some people have spent their whole lives trying to pursue a seemingly bright ideal, but in the end, they find that it is not what they want at all.

Lying on the hospital bed, when Wang Zheng swallowed his last breath, he suddenly realized.

"Why am I working so hard, why am I so disrespectful of my life? Doing a job that makes others look glamorous and pays a lot of money, I stay up until 12 o'clock every day, tired like a dog, what kind of results do I work hard for? Is it a house that looks decent to others, but has emptied the life savings of his parents and is still 25 years away from paying off the loan? Is it a wife who loves vanity and compares herself with others all day long? Or a son who lost his father's love at the age of four and a pair of parents who have reached old age but have no support? I'm only 32 years old! No, no! God, if you gave me another chance and let me live again, I wouldn't be so stupid! I know what I want! ”

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When Wang Zheng opened his eyes again, he smiled.

Lying on the soft fine sand by the south river in Taohualing Village, he looked up at the sky, hugged his fists, and said, "Thank you." ”

Then, he looked at the two seven or eight-year-old companions who were naked around him, and smiled again.

"Ma Nianzhuang, your big flower dog is about to give birth, right?"

Wang Zheng turned over, got up, picked up a yellow vest with a frayed neckline, and slapped the sand on his buttocks.

Ma Nianzhuang is a very clever child, with dark skin like loaches, and dark eyes that roll slightly. His right hand shook in front of Wang Zheng, and then asked carefully, "Wang Zheng, are you okay?" ”

Wang Zheng pushed away Ma Nianzhuang's hand, and said with a smile while getting dressed: "You won't be reluctant to give me a puppy, right?" Just now, but you told me that the water in the river is very shallow. ”

Wang Zheng's smile made Ma Nianzhuang feel a little weak, if he hadn't lied to Wang Zheng just now that the river was shallow, Wang Zheng would not have gone into the water. If you don't go into the water, you won't almost drown. Wang Zheng can't swim, which is no secret among his friends. If Wang Zheng told Ma Nianzhuang's father about this, it is estimated that Ma Nianzhuang's belt pumping is indispensable.

Ma Nianzhuang is not stupid, he knows which matter is more serious, and a puppy cub is worth it.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you one when the time comes." Ma Nianzhuang was obviously a little reluctant.

Wang Zheng got dressed, looked at another companion who was a head taller than him, but looked a little wooden, and said very sincerely: "Yang Ming, thank you for pulling me out of the water just now." ”

Yang Ming didn't politely say no thanks, but smiled innocently, laughing very happily.

This was a scene 25 years ago, but now it is presented in front of Wang Zheng's eyes again. In my memory, 25 years ago, I almost drowned, but fortunately, the companion named Yang Ming in front of me pulled him out of the deep puddle.

On the third day of the ninth month of the solar calendar in 1991, Wang Zheng was reborn. A seven-year-old child's body contains a thirty-two-year-old soul, and he doesn't know what earth-shattering changes it will bring to Lao Wang's family, Taohualing Village, and even the entire Dazhai Township.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and get dressed and go to school. Yesterday, Teacher Zhao said that if anyone is late for class, they will be beaten by the teaching pole. ”

was reminded by Wang Zheng, and Mr. Zhao's fierce appearance suddenly appeared in the minds of Ma Nianzhuang and Yang Ming, so they hurriedly put the same tattered clothes as Wang Zheng on their bodies.

Teacher Zhao's teaching rod is a long, thin wicker, which hurts hotly when you pump it on your hand. In this era, there is no attention to child protection, and teachers never know what soft-heartedness is when they beat up students.

In my memory, today is the third day of elementary school. It was already autumn, but today it was surprisingly hot, so hot that Wang Zheng, who had gone to school, came to the river to bathe. Wang Zheng clearly remembered that the three of them were late that day, and Mr. Zhao was still shocked when he was pumping the rod.

The water of the Nanhe River is still so light, the grass in the West Mountain is still so green, the road at the head of the village is still so potholed, the scattered earthen houses are still so dilapidated, and the old folks are still so amiable. Along the way, the three friends laughed, chased, and ran in the direction of Taohualing Village Primary School.

The elementary school is somewhat lifted by the row of three tiled houses located at the head of the village, this school has only two classes in the first and second grades, two classes and two teachers, two boys and one girl. Once they reach the third grade, the children of Taohualing Village need to go to the Qingquanling Village Primary School behind the mountain.

Taohualing Village is the smallest administrative village in Dazhai Township, with only 68 households and 234 people.

In 1991, from the perspective of future generations, the impression of the entire Taohualing Village was nothing more than words such as poverty, backwardness, and conservative thinking. Even at that time, Taohualing Village was the poorest and most backward village in the entire Dazhai Township.

Poverty means not being able to marry a daughter-in-law, living in a dilapidated house and wearing old clothes, going to school in a neighboring village in the first and third grades, and many painful memories and experiences.

Sitting in the classroom, looking out the window at the rugged mountain road in the distance, the only way to Qingquanling Primary School behind the mountain, the road that made him fall countless times and was walked countless times by himself, the road that let him go out of the mountains and regret walking out of the mountains, Wang Zheng secretly made up his mind in his heart: we must make everyone rich.

Wang Zheng is not a monk who is happy to do, and he can't achieve the realm of poverty.

He yearns for wealth, because he has the ambition of a soul twenty-five years later, because he has seen his father's bent back and his mother's stiff body, because he was poor and afraid in his previous life.

However, he didn't have a detailed and feasible plan to make a fortune in front of him, he couldn't remember any lottery draws, and he never bought lottery tickets. He won't go to Ma Yun, who is still working as an English teacher at Hangzhou Electronic Technology University, he is only seven years old now, and it is useless to find it. He didn't know where to buy stocks, and how to follow Yang Million to resell treasury bills. In fact, it is very difficult for him to get out of Taohualing Village now. Everything has to be considered in the long run, after all, he is only a seven-year-old child.

What should a seven-year-old do?

"Why don't you listen to me?" A gentle and crisp voice pulled Wang Zheng back from his thoughts, he didn't know that Su Qing had been standing next to him for a long time, and her reproach made him feel a little guilty.

The young female teacher in a plaid dress was very beautiful and spoke harshly and strictly, but the lecture was very good.

Wang Zheng's gaze hurriedly turned from the window to the female teacher next to him, but he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Hey, if Taohualing Village Primary School hadn't been withdrawn and merged in 2010, presumably Teacher Su wouldn't have been dismissed as a private teacher by the Township Education Office, and she wouldn't have divorced Village Chief Ma's son, and she wouldn't have become a mentally ill person because she was too stimulated."

Wang Zheng wanted to prevent the tragedy on Su Qing's body, not for anything else, but for peace of mind.