To Zheng Long's surprise, the uncle was kneeling in front of his parents, refusing to get up no matter what he said. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that Zheng Long was back, the uncle just raised his head slightly, and then lowered his head again.

Zheng Long's uncle is called Zheng Xiaohai, he is in his thirties, and he doesn't have a formal job yet, so he usually earns a little pocket money by abducting and abducting him.

If you want to say that, it's just that, Huaxia is a vast country, and there are not thousands of idle men like him.

And recently, he's been hooked on gambling again! As the saying goes, eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling and smoking, and among them, in addition to smoking, the most harmful is naturally gambling!

During that period in 2001, underground casinos were very popular in the southeast coastal area, what Mark Six, what Zakin flowers, what Pai Gow, all of them were big killers of people.

These gambling eventually bankrupted countless families and ruined their families. And in the end, the only ones who made a lot of money were those bookmakers.

Of course, those bookmakers are not the ultimate winners. Most of the bookmakers did not get away with it, but were arrested and imprisoned by my heroic police officers, and they were to spend their lives in their cells.

And Zheng Long's uncle is obsessed with Mark Six.

Mark Six lottery was originally a popular legal lottery in Hong Kong, similar to the popular 36 pick 7 in China, 35 pick 6, and even with some public welfare properties. However, after being introduced to the mainland, it mutated, opened by private individuals, and gradually intensified, becoming a tool for private wealth accumulation. Around 2001, the popular Mark Six lottery in Jianfu Province is to choose two of dozens of numbers and dozens of zodiac signs, if both are right, even if you win the jackpot, you can win a lot of money.

However, often the jackpot is a flash in the pan. Countless times of passing by have also made those who fantasize about winning the jackpot unbalanced, and finally exchanged all their worth and real estate for chips in an attempt to fight again.

Again and again, hopes were finally shattered, and disillusioned into disappointments again and again.

Eventually, all of this money will end up in the hands of the dealer.

And Zheng Xiaohai is one of the senior players. I also won a few small prizes, so I gradually couldn't extricate myself, and when I had no money, I came to borrow from Zheng Long's family.

"Xiaohai, you get up first, what's going on with this letting the child see it?"

Zheng Long's father, Zheng Nanxing, was trying to persuade Zheng Xiaohai, but it didn't seem to be of any use.

The boy had gold under his knees. The original meaning of this sentence was that a man should insist on his integrity; But in Zheng Xiaohai's view, every time you kneel, you can get money.

Because Zheng Nanxing and his wife have never let him down.

And this time, Zheng Xiaohai is also looking forward to getting the money from his brother again.

"Xiaohai, we really have no choice, and we don't have any money for you."

The person who spoke was Zheng Long's mother, Qian Lizhen.

Her eyes were full of disgust for Zheng Xiaohai, but it was not obvious to her.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Zheng Long didn't care about this, and after saying hello, he walked straight towards his study.

Zheng Nanxing looked at Zheng Long's distant back, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down.

Zheng Long returned to his room and felt a familiar aura rushing over his face.

Although the Zheng family is not a wealthy family, it has a large ancestral house, with a store for rent on the first floor, and the wing room at the back has been converted into a bedroom and rented out; And the second floor is Zheng Long and his parents' room.

Zheng Long lived alone in a small room, looking at the low house and the flowers and plants outside the window, he couldn't help but sigh:

"I'm back!"

Without further ado, he quickly turned on his desktop computer and created a new word document.

In 2001, computers were still very difficult to use, laptops were not very common, and the speed of desktops could be imagined. At that time, dial-up was required to go online, and often when the Internet was on, the phone at home could not be connected, so Zheng Long's Internet access time was strictly controlled. Sometimes I have to turn on the computer in the middle of the night to peek at some content.

As for what you're watching, you know.

Zheng Long first typed Guo Mingming's award-winning new concept essay on word.

Of course, he doesn't remember the specific words very clearly, but he still has some impressions of the general style and content. After all, when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he used to be a fan of Guo Mingming - although he was very ashamed to mention this as an adult.

Title: "If there is no sun tomorrow"

-- Xiang Siwei said: There is a kind of trouble that is inexplicable. This sentence is not accurate to me. Because I have thousands of troubles that are inexplicable. For example, I always worry that if I become a goldfish in my next life, my tail will be long and beautiful or short and ugly; If I suddenly forgot the chemical equations that I had written thousands of times during the college entrance examination, would I be so anxious that I would shed tears on the spot? If there is no sun tomorrow, then in the face of a long, lonely night, should I go to a girl who is as sad as a lilac or should I sleep with my head covered.

At such a beginning, to be honest, Zheng Long himself has a little goosebumps - after all, the cultural context of each era is different from the past, and what was felt normal in that era may be considered hypocritical in the next generation - and so on, and the cycle repeats.

It's like it's hard for people nowadays to understand the respect for poetry in the 100s, and they can't understand the emotion of "facing the sea in spring", and they think that this is just an advertisement for a sea-view apartment written by the advertising copy of a real estate developer.

"Well..."

After opening such a head, the things behind it are simple, Guo Mingming's article seems to fall into clichés now, but in that era, clichés had not yet been formed, and it could be regarded as ingenious.

After typing all the words on the computer, Zheng Long breathed a long sigh of relief and finally got it done.

Although there is still a gap with Guo Mingming's original version, Zheng Long's own literary skills are not bad, and he can still write it out of eight, nine, and ten.

Moreover, Guo Mingming's article itself also borrowed many words from others, and these people still exist in this world, and they only need to be found by Baidu.

Right-click to save, then close the computer, Zheng Long quietly recuperated.

It has only been half a day since I was reborn in this world, but it seems that half a century has passed.

And I don't know how the rest of my life will go. Even if you can copy all of Guo Mingming's works, can you completely reproduce or even surpass Guo Mingming's life?

Zheng Long has no confidence in this at all. After all, there are too many accidents in life, and there are too many helplessness.

A man who runs three times has been smoothed out by society, which is completely a high probability event.

"Aaron, come down to eat!"

It was Qian Lizhen's voice.

Oh, it looks like Uncle has been sent away!