Jingle Bell Bell ...... Jingle Bell Bell ......

A shrill alarm clock pulled Zhang Han out of his sleep. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Reluctantly, he reached out from the bed and fumbled back and forth on the side of the pillow.

"Where's the phone?"

Usually the mobile phone is placed next to the pillow, he is afraid that he will not hear it if it is far away, although his wife is next to him, but he still needs to have more insurance. After all, everyone is lazy, but you can't delay making money because you are lazy.

But today he couldn't touch his phone...... Could it be that his wife quietly put it in the living room?

Zhang Han couldn't help complaining that his wife was ignorant, and then got up from the quilt with difficulty, put on slippers casually, and walked towards the living room sleepy-eyed.

But before he could take two steps, he realized that something was wrong......

First of all, the ringtone of the alarm clock was wrong, he remembered that his alarm clock ringtone was a foreign song, or a woman sang it, and the sound was very good. But what the hell is this jingle bell sound now? Isn't that the sound of an old-fashioned alarm clock?

Secondly, why is my bedroom so big? Obviously, there is a wall next to the bed, but now that he has gotten out of bed and taken two steps sideways, no matter how you look at this distance, it is not right.

At last...... Zhang Han opened his eyes and slowly looked around, the more he looked, the tighter his pupils shrank, cold sweat flowed down his head, and his lips trembled.

No, no, no, no, no, no! It's not your home, it's definitely not your home!

Zhang Han shouted frantically in his heart.

Could it be that he got drunk and went to someone else's house? But who would be so stupid as to let a stranger come in and sleep at will? And this scene in front of you, no matter how you look at it, how do you feel...... Familiar?

A black shiny wooden table, stacked with books and lamps, as well as pencils and erasers, this is a writing desk, is it so broken that anyone can still use it? The ground is a cement floor, mixed with some large pieces, and then polished with a tool, and after cleaning, you can see the cross-section of the sand, which is of any color, and it is quite good-looking; There were also the curtains, the old fancy that only he had seen when he was a child, the Pokemon posters on the walls, and the Buddhist shrines in the open storage room next to the bedroom......

"No, impossible, impossible......"

The more he watched, the more familiar he felt, and Zhang Han gradually recalled the content related to this scene in the depths of his memory, but the more he recalled, the more he couldn't believe it.

He walked out of the room stiffly like a zombie.

Living room, cloth sofa, refrigerator, TV...... Toilet, bathtub, toilet, poster...... The kitchen, the oven, the yellow kapok round table, the legs are foldable iron rods, the white lacquered glass door cabinets, the patent leather are peeling off a lot......

Eventually, he made his way to the balcony, opened the window and looked out at the six-story building after the building, the townhouses between every two buildings, the yellow vans parked on the side of the road, and the telephone poles with small advertisements......

He closed the window and walked back in despair, stopping as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room, where the bathroom was and where the washbasin was. A small space of about three more than four square meters, with a vanity mirror.

Zhang Han looked up and found that the unknown of the mirror was a little high, so he moved a small bench with ease, and then stepped on the small bench and looked towards the mirror.

In the mirror, the little face that is a little chubby, the little face that looks very cute, the familiar, I have a special photo album, which is full of various photos of the little face that is the protagonist in it.

And then......

"Hell ――――――――――――"

……

Half an hour later, in the kitchen.

"Go wash your hands! How many times have you said it, why can't you develop this good problem? ”

A slightly shrill female voice sounded in Zhang Han's ears.

"Only the bad can be called a problem, and the good can only be called a habit."

Zhang Han, who was sitting at the edge of the table in a daze, replied completely instinctively, and when he spoke, his eyes were even empty. But this kind of conversation is all too familiar, and it will come up a lot throughout his childhood, no, even when he grows up, goes to school, goes to college, graduates. It has even become a feeling, as long as he can't hear or participate in this kind of conversation for ten days and half a month, he feels uncomfortable, and he will feel that it is time to go to see the old mother.

That's right, such a conversation belongs to him and his mother, a woman who can't change it all her life, and a son who can't help but want to correct it all her life.

After saying this, Zhang Han woke up suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the familiar face in front of him, the wrinkles on it were almost invisible, and his hair was all black, although he was only slightly powdered, but in his eyes he was the most beautiful mother in the world.

"Mom......"

When Zhang Han said this, his throat was a little itchy for some reason, his eyes were hot, and it seemed that an unknown liquid was running down his cheeks.

He was now almost certain that he was born again. He is also an old bookworm who has read a lot of online novels, and he is naturally no stranger to such a thing as rebirth. It's just that he didn't expect that he would experience all this one day.

"Mom...... You're so pretty......"

The young face of his mother in his memory has long been blurred, all he can remember is his mother's old face, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and the gray hair and slightly rickety back, and now he sees his mother when he was young again, and once again sees his mother who has not aged early because of excessive worry and hard work, Zhang Han's emotions can't help but be a little out of control.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Isn't there something uncomfortable? If you feel uncomfortable, you will talk to your mother. ”

Mother Luan Meiqin saw that he was about to cry, so she hurriedly put down the injured plates and bowls, and then ran over quickly, squatted down, and began to grope on Zhang Han.

"Mom, I'm fine, it's okay......"

Zhang Han immediately held back his tears and hurriedly struggled, he was also a middle-aged man in his forties, even if the woman in front of him was his mother, but he would still feel uncomfortable being touched like this.

"Are you alright?"

Luan Meiqin fumbled for a long time, and the temperature of her forehead was also tested, and it seemed that there was indeed no problem, but she still looked at Zhang Han with some unease.

"It's all right, Mom, I just think you're so beautiful, radiant, and it makes my eyes flutter."

Zhang Han took the opportunity to break free from his mother's arms and said with a smile.

"Go! What nonsense are children talking about. ”

In later generations, he praised his wife for his hair, but he encountered Waterloo at his mother's place, and he was slapped on the head lightly. But looking at my mother's face, I was vaguely happy, and sure enough, women still like to be praised, but the person who praised it is wrong. If this was said by my father, it is estimated that the effect would be different.

Zhang Han thought so in his heart, and at the same time secretly became vigilant.

He was excited, shocked and happy before, and he actually forgot the fact that he was still a child. It doesn't matter what I said to my mother just now, but if I go out and tell it to others, I will definitely be regarded as uneducated. In this era, in a small city like Tongcheng, people's concepts are still relatively conservative, and a child's tutor can see how to talk and behave. If you are too frivolous, you will be regarded as uneducated, and even your parents will be pointed at it, which is a very troublesome thing.

If you don't want your parents to suffer with you, it's best to think more than your brain before you speak.

Zhang Han sounded the alarm bell for himself in his heart, and then suddenly remembered that he was still not sure what year it was, knowing that he had returned to his childhood, but what year was this year? How old are you? These are still unknowns.

When I turned my head, my father was still washing.

So Zhang Han hurriedly jumped off the stool, trotted all the way to the living room, and tiptoed to look at the wall calendar.

The wall calendar is still the kind of old-fashioned wall calendar, 365 days a year, every day is a piece of paper, when a new day comes, just tear off the one from yesterday. On the front is a large "01", on the left is a vertical row of Chinese characters "Lunar April 26", on the right is "Sunday", and on the top of the head from left to right are "1997", "June" and "Ding Chou Nian".

Zhang Han suddenly realized when he saw it, it turned out that today is June 1, 1997, he was born in 88, he is 9 years old this year, and he is in the third grade of primary school!

In 97 years, I was reborn back in 97, back to 1997 more than 20 years ago!

In this year, Mr. Deng, the chief architect of modernization and reform and opening up, passed away. This year, Hong Kong returned to the embrace of the motherland. This was the year when a terrible financial crisis broke out in Asia. This year, the Mars rover landed on Mars. This year, Zhang Han was seven years old.

This year, a penguin has not yet been established. This year, an e-commerce website and its upstream enterprises have not yet been established. This year, a certain Chinese network has not yet been established. This year, the Hokage and the Shinigami have not yet appeared, and the pirates will not start publishing until August. This year, Zhang Han was just in the third grade.

He suddenly realized that his current self was different from his previous life.

He has memories of the next twenty years, although he doesn't know much because of his personal experience, but he still knows some big events. He is very clear about the future direction, the development of society, the decline of popular emerging industries and unpopular industries...... What he possesses is a great treasure that cannot be compared to human beings!!

The future that he couldn't grasp in the previous life, he can grasp now. The road that was not clear in the previous life can now be seen clearly. The pain that he had to endure in the previous life, in this life, he can completely avoid.

He remembered himself before he was reborn, the tragic life, the life of suffering for money.

"No, it won't be like this this time!"

Zhang Han slowly clenched his small fists.

"Since God has given me a chance to do it all over again, I must take it. I used to envy those tyrants and rich people, but this time it's time for me to be the protagonist. I also want to be 'someone else's child', I want my parents to enjoy the envy of other people, and I want to be the object of envy of others.

This time, it's up to me to be a local tyrant! ”

Zhang Han looked at the calendar above his head and silently made up his mind in his heart.