Hanging dark clouds cover the sky, tick! Tick! Trickling raindrops knocked on the windowsill in the dark night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In a warmly furnished room, a small figure opened the door and walked in, revealing a man of about twenty-seven or eighteen in the slightly dim light. With a height of more than 1.7 meters, you can see that the facial features are very good-looking, but the embarrassing stubble and sloppy dress give people the impression of being unkempt.

The man sat down at the desk, turned on the player on the computer, slightly obsessively adjusted the volume to 30 integers, and listened to music and slowly browsed the web. Occasionally light a cigarette and squint your eyes in the clouds and think about it.

An autumn rain, falling silently outside the window, might have become a thing of the past before it was noticing, if it were not for the reminder. The man got up and opened the window, and a chill hit him. The raindrops are not very loud or tight, and the sound of falling on the glass seems slight and not urgent, and there is a soft feeling.

The man breathed the smell floating in the air, enjoying the smell of autumn rain, the tide, moistening everyone's heart, and there was an irresistible coolness in his breath, which he swallowed, and then devoured and digested. These belong to the smell of autumn, all around us, everywhere. It's just that he's always used to reading them from the autumn colors, and even if he can't read them, he will try to read them.

"Knock knock! Knock knock"

"It's late, I have to go to work tomorrow, go to bed early." The voice of the man's mother came from outside the door.

The man continued to sit for a while and then went to bed.

A small company that rents a suite, which can also be called a studio, has a living room with a few wooden desks and computers, and a few employees sitting and working. With the exception of the bathroom and utility room, there is a separate office on each side, with a closed door and no signage on the door. In one of the offices, a bloodshot man in a suit and tie frowned at the report, the office was very simple, a desk, a computer, an air conditioner, a potted plant, and a chair under the man.

A bespectacled young man walked out of another office and pushed the door into the office where the man was. With the young man's words, the man's expression became more and more gloomy, and after the young man left, the man smashed the report in his hand into the corner and got up to leave.

The night rain was pouring down.

"Let's break up!"

A man walked blankly in the rain, and the cold and piercing words kept echoing in his ears.

The passing footprints were erased by the rain the moment he lifted his feet, and this string of traces that should have been left behind, on this rainy day, it could not become a successful supporting role, and together with the falling raindrops, it was left in a panic. Behind him, the water splashes are still blooming one after another, and in front of him, the water splashes all over the ground, and his feet, with every step, will crush one, or two blooming water splashes, such a picture is constantly repeated, repeated.

With the footsteps of the man, with the pace of the end of nowhere.

All the way... All the way...

In a hospital ward filled with the strong smell of disinfectant water, a middle-aged man in his fifties with an oxygen tube in his nose was lying quietly on the bed, and three women and a man stood around the bed, looking like a mother and three children. Looking at his father, who was so overworked that he was exhausted and hospitalized, the man's eyes were red and he blamed himself.

......

"Whew! I dreamed of the Hereafter again. ”

As if there were countless silk linens wrapped in his head, Han Muxuan had a splitting headache, opened his confused eyes, and looked at the dark ceiling attentively.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou.

In May 2016, a sudden serial rear-end collision brought Han Muxuan back to the junior high school days in 2000, and after enjoying a carefree time, although he was Zhengtai on the outside, he was soon tired of the so-called childhood life.

I've never bought a lottery ticket, so I don't remember the winning numbers, I don't like sports, I don't watch football, and I obviously can't bet on football. Han Muxuan, who couldn't seek a windfall, finally embarked on the road of no return, after all, before he was reborn, he was also an old bookworm with more than ten years of academic age.

Copied a few well-known works of several great gods in later generations, although the writing is different, but relying on a novel and perfect setting system and creative ideas and plots, it successfully attracted the attention of the Capital Fantasy Culture Company, which was reorganized by the network station at that time, and Han Muxuan bought the first original funds after buying out and publishing.

Then Han Muxuan and Han Mujing, the second sister who had just entered college, after a night of secret discussions, resolutely jumped into the stock market sinkhole with the start-up funds they had just started.

In 2004, Huaguo's real estate industry was booming, and the Wenzhou real estate speculation group invaded the country's real estate and began to stake land. Han Muxuan, who is also from Wenzhou, seized the opportunity and successfully persuaded his father to resign and go to sea under the condition of revealing some secrets, and pumped out most of the funds in the stock market to join the real estate speculation group. In the next 2 years, Han's father and his eldest sister Han Mulin continued to travel around the country, although Han Muxuan's keen remote control, but due to the initial capital was too small, the Han family's real estate company did not swell into a giant, but it was also well-known in Zhejiang Province, and then it could no longer expand quickly like a whale, and the corresponding development continued slowly.

And Han Mujing's stock, I don't know if it's a butterfly effect, the stock market in 05 has undergone unknown changes, and there is no such mutation in Han Muxuan's memory, after being trapped several times, Han Muxuan had to instruct Han Mujing to cut his position, and had no choice but to withdraw from the stock market.

With both routes stalled, Han Muxuan pondered the direction of future development. Knowing that the Internet would be a big hit, he immediately rushed to invest, but the result was good, and people couldn't look down on him at all.

It is very easy to write in the novel, after being reborn, she gave birth to a person who can speak, she can walk on the ground, skips a grade to study in college at the age of 7, has an all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor, holds the thick legs of the two Ma fathers, eats and drinks spicy, and successfully becomes the richest man, marries Bai Fumei, and sets foot on the peak of life.

It's just wishful thinking.

The society is very realistic, how can it be so simple, strangers who have never known each other, just look at seniority and power, affection, etc. are just jokes.

Han Muxuan, who had never had a clue, just finished the college entrance examination at this time, and during the period of playing and relaxing in Shanghai, he happened to see the admissions information of Seoul National University, thinking about some memories in his mind, he returned to Wenzhou to discuss with his family as soon as possible.

The mother was very reluctant, afraid that her son would suffer if he was not familiar with life, and the father, who was not highly educated but had always maintained a free-range policy for his children, was very open-minded, thinking that boys should go out and have a good time, and directly agreed with Han Muxuan's decision with a wave of his hand.

This is the story of Han Muxuan's thousands of miles to South Korea, entering Seoul National University, getting acquainted with Lee Kwang-so and Park In-jeong, mixing in the modeling circle, and creating Han Jun's trade.

If I lose my life, I am lucky, since I have started again, how can I want to do nothing in the world, cut off the rights and wrongs of the previous life, and there must be a new world in the new life.

"Who holds the fire in the long river of years, illuminates me for a thousand years."

With a few dream-like murmurs, Han Muxuan, who woke up in his sleep, fell asleep again after being in a daze for a while.