It was a winter, a very cold winter, and one evening in December 2010, I was riding a half-used used electric car on a dark road.

Yesterday I paid the salaries of the employees and dismissed them, and today I finished sending the suppliers, settled their arrears, and owed tens of thousands of yuan to my family, my factory closed down, and all the savings of these years are all gone.

It was cold, but my heart was even colder, and I thought to myself: What if I could start all over again? At this time, a large truck came quickly, and the dazzling eyes flashed my vision, and in a panic, I turned to the side, but it was a big river, and I fell into the abyss, the bottomless abyss.

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I don't know how long it took, I slowly opened my eyes, and the warm sun shone on my body. It's heaven, it's not, it's the hospital, it's not, I'm clearly in a room that I know very well, and in my bed, the furnishings of the room are so old. Old-fashioned wooden bed, in front of the window, a row of books stacked on an unpainted desk, opposite a wardrobe, in the middle of the wardrobe is a dressing mirror, next to the cabinet is a door leading to the living room.

Oh my God, how did I get back to my old home?

This is the accumulation house that my parents used to have in the unit, there are two bedrooms, one living room and one kitchen on the third floor, there is no bathroom, but there are two large public toilets next to and near the building.

I remember that this house gave me my first stepmother, why did I come back?

I got up in a hurry, only to find that I seemed to be 10 cm shorter, facing the dressing mirror, I saw the handsome young man inside, touching his clean and white face, a little unbelievable, pinched hard, it hurt, it was not a dream.

I was reborn, I turned around and saw the wall calendar by the window in surprise, it turned out to be July 19, 1988, this is a very special day, I couldn't help but wet my eyes with tears, shook and sat down, on my Taishi chair in front of the desk, opened the left drawer, took out a photo frame, looked at her smiling face, I choked and cried------

July 19, 1987 was the day my mother left, with terminal stomach cancer, and the day of my rebirth turned out to be my mother's first anniversary.

I was sad for half an hour alone, took a small hoe, went to the market to buy some incense, candles and paper money, and came to my mother's grave, without crying hoeing grass, lighting incense, lighting candles, or burning paper money, I knew that I had to be strong, because I was a man. As I left, the weather changed abruptly, the wind blew up, and it began to rain on a clear sky, as if an afternoon sun rain, as if to indicate something.

In 1988, I graduated from junior high school at the age of 16, 160cm, a small man with 38 years of experience, I thought I could change something.

A coal mine near a small southern town, 60 miles away from the county seat, is like a place where urban and rural areas are combined, there are both high-rise buildings and fields, and the curved cement road passes through the fields and hills, connecting the various branches of the coal mine, forming an urbanized economic center of tens of thousands of people.

There is a school of more than 2,000 people in the coal mine, and I spent my time here from elementary school to high school. This is where I grew up, and as long as I walk in, the sound of books and the hustle and bustle between classes will echo in my mind for a long time.

After my mother left, I lived with my father. Home and school is very close, only separated by a wall, and my father works in the team, is a master of car maintenance, two miles away from home, I get out of school early, often cook well, cut vegetables and wait for my father to come back, and later learned to copy vegetables, and it is getting better and better, and my father's smiling face has increased.

There is no homework this summer, and I will go directly to high school in September, and we have 13 online high school entrance examinations this year, 11 of which have been admitted, two of them have not gone, and one is me, because I volunteered to fill in the wrong one.