Chapter 1: Diyun and the Dog

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In 1995, winter in Beijing came a little early. The leaves on the trees have long since fallen off, and the bare trunks point straight to the sky, which is easy to conjure up a bad picture.

The old streets did not have the cosmopolitan prosperity of later generations, and the gray tones only survived in photos or memories, and the occasional car could be seen passing by, and the most common thing was the creaking and screaming bicycles.

The evening sun is a little cold, mixed with the chill of Siberia, the pace is not fast, and it is slightly lazy.

"This is the capital of '95." Di Yun tightened his collar and muttered, "It's not much stronger than the small county town of Chang'an, heh." ”

However, he forgot that he was comparing the capital in ninety-five years with Chang'an more than ten years later, perhaps he did not forget it, but deliberately ignored this.

Yes, he was reborn into this age.

An old man who was already approaching forty years old suddenly woke up and became a young man in his early twenties, a situation that cannot be explained by so-called science, and there is no way to tell anyone about it.

I grew up in an orphanage all my life, and after graduating from high school at the age of eighteen, I began to climb the mold in society, stumbling for more than ten years, picking up rags and serving plates, selling insurance and posting, stealing things and cheating, and being a bad person and a good person. It wasn't until he was in his thirties that he suddenly became interested in cooking and opened a small restaurant that he gradually settled down, married a daughter-in-law, and gave birth to a daughter.

On October 15, 2015, my daughter's fifth birthday, I took my daughter to see a movie called "Charlotte's Troubles". I went home and slept for a while, and then I woke up to the capital in 95 years.

After spending most of his life, he has long lost the ambition to soar, and he just wants to live a peaceful and stable life. During the day, I chatted with the guests, came back at night to watch two episodes of cartoons with my daughter, sang the Qin version of the children's rhyme to make my daughter fall asleep, and then rolled around the bed twice with my wife.

It's a good day.

has no ambition and no pursuit, and rebirth is not good or bad for him, but a month is enough time for him to adjust his mentality and solve the current food and accommodation problems as a porter in a small honeycomb coal workshop. It's just that every time I ride a bicycle in the unfamiliar streets of the capital in the evening, I miss the little home that was not rich but warm.

Wipe off the sour liquid that may have been blown out by the cold wind on his eyes, and kick off his feet.

Jump...

There was a crisp sound, followed by a series of clicks, and the car came to a sudden stop. Di Yun, who didn't pay attention, was thrown out directly, and if nothing else, he would hear a plop, and then an oops!

Still, there was an accident.

Di Yun, who was flying in the air, did not climb down in a dog-gnawing posture, but twisted his body and stood firmly on the ground, which was amazing.

How to describe this posture, well, it's like the kind of swallow that turns over on TV, chic and elegant. Of course, it would be more perfect if this guy didn't have a black and white face and hair that didn't look like a chicken nest now.

"Hey, you can even do kung fu!" Di Yun himself felt amazing.

He originally didn't have any stunts, but his body was strong, and he could deal with one or two hooligan gangsters, but if he met three, he would definitely squat down decisively and hold his head. The reaction just now is purely the body's muscle memory.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about the original family of this body. The child's name is also Di Yun, a third-year student in the acting department of the Beijing Film Academy, and his hometown is in a small village at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. The parents are alive, there is a grandfather above, and a younger sister who is more than four years younger below.

My parents worked in the city, struggling to provide for a college student and a high school student, and they were ordinary people with nothing special. Speaking of this grandfather, it's a bit of a bull, it is said that he has been on the battlefield, as for the truth I don't know, anyway, that body of kung fu is real, passed on to his son and then to his grandson.

Di Yun shook his brain, walked over and helped the fallen bicycle up. The chain broke, and even the steel wire inside the wheel was broken.

"I don't think I can ride it."

This is a second-hand bicycle bought for fifty yuan, and it has been ridden for two years, and now it is considered the conscience of the industry that it has broken down.

If the car couldn't ride, he was not in a hurry to go back, took out the two-dollar Harddoor, shook it and didn't come out, and looked inside, empty!

I was going to throw it away, but after thinking about it, I put it back in my pocket. As for what an empty cigarette case is for, who knows, maybe when to go to the toilet and forget to bring a piece of paper will make a difference, right?

Carry the scrapped bike on your shoulder and walk to a small shop not far away. Stopped halfway through, and there was a bicycle repairer who was about to close the stall.

Threw it on the ground with a bang: "Let's see if this can be repaired?" ”

The master, who was bending down to pack his things, raised his head, took off the reading glasses inserted in his jacket pocket, put them on, looked at them twice, and said, "Yes, fifteen yuan." ”

Di Yun only earned fifty-three yuan by moving honeycomb coal for a day today, and spent fifteen yuan to repair a second-hand bicycle bought for fifty yuan, and I don't know how long it will take for this classic car to get sick again, and I don't think it's worth it.

smashed his mouth twice and asked, "If you don't repair it, sell it to you, will you accept it?" ”

The old master helped his reading glasses, glanced at the bicycle a few more times, looked at it more carefully this time, and then said calmly: "Twenty." ”

I bought it for fifty dollars, rode it for two years, and sold it for twenty dollars, which is not a loss. Di Yun nodded: "Okay!" ”

I took the money and walked into the small shop, took out one and put it on the glass table: "A pack of Hademen, two sausages, two packs of instant noodles, well, is there any Yuzhu?" ”

On the day of his rebirth, the unfamiliar environment, the unfamiliar crowd, and even the unfamiliar body inevitably made him a little panicked, so he resolutely escaped from the school dormitory, found a temporary worker to carry coal, rented a short-term house, and the food was also handled at will.

"Nope."

"Oh, forget it, just two packs."

"Four in total, six for you."

Di Yun took the thing, took two steps and then stepped back and asked, "Can you make a phone call here?" ”

The boss, who was eager to stuff his head into the TV, finally looked up at Di Yun and said, "Four cents a minute in the city, and one minute a minute for long distances." ”

Although there is still no sense of belonging to this strange city for a month, I am finally familiar with it, and I am familiar with the current identity, so those relatives will always have to face it.

However, there are some things that are easy to think about, but a little difficult to do when it comes to the end. In my previous life, I had never called other people's parents in my forties, and suddenly, I found that these two words were not so simple to shout.

Picked up the phone, paused for a moment, put it down, and walked out of the small store quickly.

Leaning against the wall outside the small shop, he lit a cigarette and took a sharp breath, slowly exhaling, as if to exhale the unknown fear in his heart.

When the sunlight disappears, there is naturally another kind of light, and the fancy and cheesy neon lights flicker indescribably, shining on the cold streets without the slightest sense of activity.

Di Yun lit another cigarette, clipped it to his hand, and walked aimlessly down the street. There are many images in my mind, there are temporal jumps, there are spatial shifts, some blurry, some clear. These are all memories kept in this body, like a movie made by a director with a leap of thought or chaos, recording 22 years of life. He knew that this kind of picture had a very literary name, called montage, naturally, this was also the knowledge that remained in the body, and he didn't understand it originally.

In the end, the memory rests on a smiling face.

Di Xiaoyu.

The bright and pure smile was like the March sun engraved in his mind, gradually dissipating the boredom in his chest.

"Sister..."

A strange but warm feeling lingered in my heart.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned his hand that he woke up from that strange state, threw it on the ground, and crushed it on his toes.

There was a noise behind him: "Where, behind the man in front." ”

Di Yun turned around and saw three young men in leather jackets running towards him and a dirty puppy at his feet. Looking at this posture, the three people and one dog were very tired from running, the puppy stopped at his feet and did not move, and the three young men also stopped five or six meters away and put their hands on their knees and gasped.

This scene, you don't have to think about it to understand, dog meat in winter.

He once had a Chinese pastoral dog, commonly known as the earth dog. I had some feelings for several years, but in the end it was stolen. Regardless of whether the dog ended up at the table or not, he didn't have a good impression of the guy who stole the dog.

Pinch the skin on the back of the neck and lift the puppy to see, female. Although it's a pity that it's not a male, a female can also be raised.

Holding the little guy in his arms, he asked the three people opposite, "What do the three dogs chasing me want to do?" ”

"Your dog?" The person on the other side paused for a moment, then pointed his finger at Di Yun and said with a laugh to the young man beside him, "This guy actually wants to cut off his beard." ”

Di Yun didn't understand why the jokes of the gangsters in this era were so low, maybe it was more fashionable to laugh like this in the cold wind? He shook his arm and walked over.

The result came out quickly, the three guys sat on the ground with blue noses and swollen faces, and Di Yun left with the puppy in a good mood.

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