Time flickered, and it was March 12, 2013.

The temperature in Fucheng has risen to a minimum temperature of about ten degrees, and many ordinary people have taken off their thick winter clothes and changed into brightly colored spring clothes.

Yiwen also changed out of Meng Yuxin's specially customized clothes for him, and put on the clothes he had kept well.

It was his first day of high school, and his dad and sister bought him clothes: a white shirt and black trousers, and a pair of brown leather shoes with pointed toes.

Even the hair was deliberately dyed black, and the style was cut into the middle of the surname of a popular star in the past.

On his face, he put up the low-cost black-rimmed glasses that he hadn't worn since he came back from the crossing.

Although this shape looks a little silly, it is a model shape from the previous life Yiwen from high school to college.

Yiwen deliberately dressed up like this, in fact, just to meet his destined wife like in the previous life.

Not to mention, with this shape, Yiwen is no longer the president of the Knight Group who is the most famous and popular at the moment, and no one can recognize his identity when he walks on the street.

It's just that there is a big gap between his figure in this life and the previous life, not only has the height changed from 1.73 meters to 1.86 meters, but there are also many bulging muscles on his body, which makes the fitting suit that he wore for seven years in the previous life become very ill-fitting.

The sleeves of his white shirt barely covered the crooks of his arms, and they were clinging to his body, revealing his powerful chest and six-pack abs. And the trousers look a lot like skinny cropped pants. The most pitiful thing is the leather shoes, Yiwen still remembers that the leather shoes that he bought for seventeen yuan could not accommodate Yiwen's big feet, when he barely arched his feet and put them in, he only took one step, and the five toes directly pushed the pointed end of the leather shoes and stretched out comfortably.

The advantage of a cheap white shirt is that it is much tougher than a cotton shirt, so it was preserved as the only piece of equipment that survived the opening of the shoes and the tearing of the trousers. But looking at the fabric of the fibers stretched out by the bulging muscles, it is conceivable that the poor shirt is barely supporting.

When Yiwen left Longchao Mountain in this shape, the girls who were lucky enough to see him immediately laughed crazy! They didn't forget to take pictures, and soon, Yiwen's appearance spread all over his girlfriend circle.

The reason why the previous high school period was so shabby was because the mother whose income was the breadwinner of the family died, and the father who worked as a farmer in the countryside had a very difficult time supporting two children who went to school in the city, and after paying the tuition fees of Yiwen and Xiaoxi, he could only give the two children 50 yuan a week for living expenses. Yiwen gave most of this money to his sister, and Yiwen lived alone for seven days a week with twenty yuan. Yiwen was learning to paint at that time, and the expensive painting tools and materials forced him to go out to do odd jobs in his spare time in exchange for a little money. The reason why Yiwen was nicknamed Mosquito at that time was because he was extremely thin from hunger and spoke in a very low voice.

The girls' teasing, of course Yiwen didn't care, the poor life at the beginning gave him a strong surname and a peaceful and indifferent mentality, so in a calm face, he passed through the space teleportation station of Longchao Mountain to the most prosperous commercial street in Fucheng.

In his last life, even today, he first met his fateful wife when he was distributing the leaflets printed by advertising agencies, so he is ready to do the same.

He walked to one of them and stood still, staring carefully at the leaflet in the college student's arms for a moment, and finally remembered that the leaflets he was holding were the ones he had participated in distributing in the previous life.

This is the opening promotion of an affordable optical store, and if it weren't for the relatively uncommon name of the optical store "Happy Bright Eyes" in his mind, Yiwen really couldn't remember the name of the flyer that was sent out.

The college student who handed out the leaflets looked at Yiwen's black-framed glasses wrapped in yellowed and blackened scotch tape for a moment, and saw that Yiwen was still not ready to leave, he sighed, and then picked up a leaflet and handed it to Yiwen, and then said, "I can only give you one, not all of them." There are overseers patrolling, and if this can be sold as waste paper, I will sell it myself. ”

With Yiwen's current dress, anyone can imagine it, and it is very likely that he will not have money for food, so naturally he will not wear a new pair of glasses. However, most of the people who distributed leaflets were poor students, and they were able to understand the plight of the poor, so they didn't say anything harsh.

Yiwen glanced at him and said, "Give you a hundred yuan, give me all the leaflets, and I'll help you distribute them." ”

In Fucheng, the work of distributing leaflets is actually very hard, Yiwen, who has a long-term personal experience, naturally knows: Generally, the leaflets received from the advertising company are thick, about 20 pounds, and there is no problem with holding them on the arm for a while and a half, once it is not supported for a while, the whole arm will become numb, and then there will be pain. At the end of the day, I am afraid that my whole body will be sore, and even if I sleep, I may not be able to rest.

Suffering is one thing, but the scorn and obstruction are even more.

First of all, there are advertising companies with relevant regulations and patrol supervisors, if they do not distribute carefully, and are found by the supervisors, not only will they not get the money, but they will also be fined. Because these leaflets are also very expensive, if they are wasted, they need to be compensated according to the price. For a poor child, the amount of money that needs to be compensated is already astronomical.

The second is the obstruction of the chengguan, once they see it, all the leaflets will be confiscated, but they will also have to be compensated.

Even if all goes well and no one is thwarted from handing them out, at least a third of people are reluctant to accept the leaflets, and another third will throw them in the trash when they get them. At this time, the students who sent the leaflets had to get the discarded flyers back, otherwise they would be found by the supervisor and the money would be deducted.

is so harsh, and the students who do the best work can only receive 20 yuan, and lunch is not included.

Yiwen doesn't know if this is the case in other cities, but the reward for distributing leaflets in Fucheng is so harsh. So the only people who do this job are poor students who come out on weekends to earn a little money.

In the previous life, although Yiwen sometimes hated those advertising companies that exploited students, on the one hand, he was also a little grateful to these advertising companies, if it weren't for them, he was afraid that poor students like Yiwen would really not even be able to eat.

So when he heard Yiwen say that he took out a hundred yuan to send flyers for himself, the college student's first reaction was disbelief.

So, Yiwen had no choice but to take out a hundred yuan and shake it in front of his eyes and said, "One hundred yuan, I just want to experience the feeling of handing out flyers." ”

The student suddenly understood, and he also sensed that something was wrong with Yiwen - because if he was really poor and couldn't afford to wear clothes, how could he have such a clear voice and extremely confident eyes like him? What's more, Yiwen's skin is so white, it seems that this college student understands that this is clearly a rich boy dressed up in disguise, and he is role-playing to experience life!

He glanced left and right, grabbed the money, carefully checked the authenticity, and then pressed the leaflet as thick as twenty centimeters on Yiwen's hand, and then turned around and left. Looking at his appearance, it seems that he is afraid that Yiwen will regret it.

Yiwen skillfully bent his arm, holding the flyer in one hand and uncovering one in the other hand and handing it out to passers-by.

The familiar movements evoked his memories, and at this moment, he completely forgot about his own experience in this life, and returned to the difficult high school life of the previous life.

Yiwen moved mechanically down the street, his arms mechanically stretched out and retracted, mechanically handing out leaflets to passers-by, the dust of the street staining his exposed toes into a dirty gray-black, and covering his exposed calves with a thick layer of dust.

His eyes gradually changed back, and together with his temperament, he returned to the strong and indifferent Liu Yiwen at the beginning.

"Can you give me one too? Let me see what is written above. A soft girl's voice said softly.

After more than two years of distributing leaflets, in Yiwen's impression, there was only one person who took the initiative to ask for it - that was the one in the fate he came to find this time!

Yiwen was shocked, and when he looked up, he saw a young girl in a pink and green trench coat standing in front of him, this girl looked much smaller than Yiwen, with a melon seed face. However, in terms of appearance, she is far less beautiful than the girls around Yiwen now, and she can barely be regarded as a delicate girl. It's just that this girl's temperament is more special, giving people a faint and gentle feeling, speaking of which, it is actually three points similar to Yiwen's temperament at this time!

Seeing her, Yiwen was obviously a little nervous, and when he heard her open her mouth to ask for it again, he hurriedly pulled out a leaflet and handed it to her.

Sure enough, it was her! In Yiwen's heart, a voice kept calling loudly, and his heart was boiling at the same time.

"Thank you!" She nodded, took the flyer and left.

Yiwen knew that she wanted to pass it out of good intentions, not to see what was written on it, which could be judged by the expression on her face when she picked up the leaflet.

Looking at her back when she left, Yiwen's expression was in a trance, he completely fused her with the figure of the beloved wife in the previous life, and even saw a short figure beside her, which was their son, so for a while, he was a little stunned, and even forgot to stop her from leaving.