Biting himself hard, Liu looked at the arm that was already oozing blood, and determined one thing, the matter of life reversal is not a dream.

Whether it is the past or dreams, just bury them in your heart first, don't tell others about it, others don't understand, not to mention, they don't necessarily believe it.

Slowly putting on his clothes, Liu Zhao pulled his shoes and walked to the desk and looked at himself in the mirror carefully, his complexion, which was far from being changed by staying up late and endless cigarettes and alcohol, had a normal ruddyness, he patted his face hard, and squeezed out a smile in the mirror.

It was an ordinary morning with the sun rising, but Liu knew that his life was different.

He is still young, but his heart is no longer young, and in his vigorous body there is a soul that has gone through all the vicissitudes of life, which is a fortune, in exchange for lost years.

The desk calendar was in the corner of the desk, thick as a book, Liu Zhao reached out and stroked the square calendar in black and white, as if he was touching an antique, and then he raised his hand and gently tore off the top page.

The day that passed was thrown into a paper basket, and the desk calendar read, 'Tuesday, May 9th, 1995'.

Liu looked at this day relatively seriously, and then remembered it in the deepest place in his heart.

"It's my birthday, another birthday."

Ryu said to himself in his heart.

When I left my house, my father and mother were already sitting on the table and eating breakfast. His mother was facing him, and his father was facing away from him.

The original Liu was a typical father when he was a teenager, and before graduating from high school, he basically did not communicate with his father, but as time went by, he found that in fact, his father's mind was more delicate, and the kind of feelings for him were really like his name, Liu Rushan.

Father is a businessman, in the 89 years of reform and opening up, he resigned from the position of deputy director of the local chemical plant and began to operate grain, and after 6 years, his father won the first pot of gold from this immature market with good connections, steady style, and kind character, and then became bigger and bigger.

It can be said that his father is the leader and pioneer of the grain industry in Huazun, a small county-level city, and many of those who later joined this industry were his relatives and subordinates, and were deeply influenced by him, but the characteristics of this industry determined that Liu Rushan could not be rich and wealthy with this industry, but he still left Liu Relative a rich initial capital for his business.

This is the person who has had the most profound influence on him in his life.

Liu Zhao stood next to the door, looking at his father's still tall figure at this time, and his nose suddenly became a little sour.

Thanks to that brick, he came back at an age when he didn't understand the meaning of fatherly love, and enjoyed this deep care with a clear heart and pretending to be confused.

"Why are you still fluted, don't hurry up and eat!"

Liu Rushan spoke, his voice was as stern as ever, but Liu felt so warm.

"Hmm!"

He quickly sat down beside his father and picked up the bowl that had already been filled across from him.

Liu Rushan turned his head, glanced at Liu Zhuang, who was sitting beside him, suspiciously, and muttered in his heart: This kid can always stay as far away from himself as he can every time he eats, why did he change his personality today? But he didn't care, and said lightly: "Eat more!" ”

"Well, Dad, you can eat more."

Liu Rushan felt that today's son was a little different, but he was still very pleased with Liu's relative change, in his mind, boys should be more free

The heavy beam of the permanent bicycle made Liu Relative look at it for a long time, this brand that has long faded out of memory compared to the later generations of those more and more lighter and smaller bicycles like an antique, but such a clumsy guy does not know how many people's dreams in that years, with it together with the stars and the moon, through the mountains and rivers.

Liu Zhao rode a creaking car on the still narrow road to enjoy himself, and every now and then he rang the bell, and the sound sounded crisply in the empty street, and then drifted to the sky with the morning breeze.

The sky was blue, as blue as if it had been washed with water.

In '95, the sedan was still a novelty, and the most common means of transportation on the road was bicycles, followed by the heavy liberation 141 that whistled by and brought up dust all the way, and occasionally there were people who went into the city to deliver vegetables and sell fruits and drove by horse-drawn carriages. Thinking of the long queue of tail lights that lit up during the morning and evening rush hour in the morning and evening, Liu felt that living in this era was actually quite a good thing.

Turning a corner, the bicycle went down the dirt road, not far away is an elevated railway bridge, next to the dirt road is a crystal clear river, wading across the river is the school wall, the wall is not high, there is stubble after the glass is broken, there are already students walking on this road, coming and going began to be lively.

Liu Zhao pinched the brake and stretched out his legs to park the car at the school gate, and the wooden sign with the name of the school was hung next to the gate, and the oil white bottom was written in black letters 'Huazun Suwa Junior High School'.

This is the campus of Liu Relative's junior high school, and after 20 years of ups and downs, he once again stands at this door as a student.

At the end of the eighties, the state introduced the key training plan for junior high schools, and Huazun City responded to the call of the state to establish 12 national key middle schools, Suwa Middle School is among them, also known as the ninth state-run middle school.

With the adjustment of the national education policy, after 94 years, there will be no special key junior high schools, and the enrollment of the Soviet Union will become a perfect sound in the next session, and no longer recruit new students, so now there are only students in the second and third grades of junior high school in the school, and the vacated classrooms and dormitories are occupied by the city's vocational education center and become another branch of them.

Liu was a little distracted when he thought about these past events.

"What about the spring? If you don't hurry up, you'll be killed if you're late to the Academic Affairs Office! A thunderous voice sounded in Liu Zhuang's ears, startling him, and when he looked back, it was a familiar face, but Liu Relative had forgotten what his name was.

Twenty years has annihilated too many things, some people you still know, but you will no longer remember his name, deducting those chaotic years taken up by the toothy and the dying, twenty years accounts for nearly half of the golden age of life, this is a long span, enough to make you forget some names you thought you would remember for a lifetime.

Liu was relatively sure that this square-faced young man was his classmate, and he was also learning to be like himself at the moment, and he was looking at himself with a confused expression.

"Let's go!"

Recalling his name in his heart, Liu Zhao kicked backwards with his foot, and the bicycle ran forward at a high speed, and the person shouting next to him had already dropped the handlebars, raised his hands and rushed towards the group of schoolboys who had just finished eating and were about to wash their lunch boxes.

"Borrowed, borrowed, the car didn't brake, and it killed in vain!"

Sa laughed and rushed to the crowd, thinking that it would attract a burst of laughter, but the strange thing is that those boys just quickly let go of their bodies, no one answered, there was a trace of haste on those faces that still looked immature, it was obvious that teenagers at this age had not yet learned to hide their hearts in their hearts, and all the happiness and sadness were written on their faces.

"What's the matter, you got a rat for breakfast?"

Holding on to the handlebars, the boy stopped where he was, and he also saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere and asked.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, fuck off!" A slightly sturdy student gave him a blank look, and then walked over to Liu Yuan, who was riding slowly and leisurely behind.

"Relatively, something happened!"

Liu Zhao still remembers this person, this is one of the few junior high school classmates he can name, this is his best friend, Haizi, Zhang Mohai.

"What's wrong?" Liu got out of the car, held the handlebars and walked towards the classroom with Zhang Mohai.

"See? The police came. ”

Looking in the direction that Zhang Mohai pointed with his mouth, through the flower bed, and through the corridor, there was a loaf of bread with flashing police lights parked outside the junior high school boys' dormitory, and several people in police uniforms were talking to the teachers in the Academic Affairs Office.

"What are you doing?"

Ryu asked casually as he sorted out his memories and recalled the big events that happened in his last month of junior high school.

"Yesterday after self-study, Ming Mingxuefeng and a few people smashed the glass of vocational education."

"Oh? Smash a few pieces of glass as for calling the police? Liu Zheng squinted at Zhang Mohai, with a playful expression, he had already remembered this matter.

"It's nice to hear the sound of breaking glass, and the boys' dormitory students have joined in, and accidentally smashed all the glass in their classrooms."

Zhang Mohai scratched his head and said with some frustration: "I smashed more than 200 yuan, we don't think it's a big deal, who knew that they called the police today." ”

This is just a trivial matter, but Liu Zhi's face became solemn, unprecedented solemn.

According to the trajectory of the previous life, this matter will ferment in the future, when the police from the police station came and opened the dormitory of the junior high school boys, and inadvertently found 13 watermelon knives and half a box of condoms, of course, condoms are not the point, the focus is so many watermelon knives, all the watermelon knives that have been opened.

The year 95 was the year of China's Strike Hard, and the Ministry of Public Security required that major homicide cases must be solved, and all police forces were assessed by the rate of solving cases.

Later, people always talked about those good people who were wronged with a posture of not caring about themselves, felt sorry for them, and then scolded the foolishness of the case-handling personnel, but who knew that in this inconspicuous county, in this sunny morning, this inconspicuous case changed a person's life.

Nobody knows, no one cares.

But Liu knew it relatively well.

This is a tragedy that happened to an ordinary person in a specific historical background, and the protagonist of this tragedy is his classmate, Zhang Mohai's mouth.

Wei Mingming.

Later, the director of the police station held on to this matter for the sake of his political achievements, and compared the fingerprints of these knives with the tools left at the scene of a masked burglary that happened in the town not long ago, and made the conclusion that the fingerprints were consistent, and Wei Mingming, who was guilty of the crime out of righteousness and ignorance, was imprisoned without accident.

Eight years in prison!

No one knew that he had been wronged, but Liu knew about it.

Wei Mingming just smashed a few pieces of glass, he thought that at most he would be expelled from school, which was not a big deal, anyway, even if he was not expelled, he would not be admitted to high school.

He didn't realize that it was these pieces of glass that had changed his fate subversively.

After being released from prison, due to his lack of education, no expertise, and no background in his family, Wei Mingming became a street gangster, and was stabbed to death in an ordinary street brawl a year later, ending his sad life.

Wei Mingming was sad back then, he could only accept the arrangement of fate without the power, and Wei Mingming in this life was lucky, at the turning point of his fate, Liu Relative, came back.

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