On the noisy street of City D, a man with a stubble on his face and rags limped down the street. The sleeve of his right arm was empty, and it was clear that he had no right hand. Pedestrians on the street also took a detour when they saw him, and some naughty children even picked up stones and threw them at the man.

The man turned abruptly to the group of children and glared at them. And the group of children screamed and fled like monkeys.

After that, the man walked into a small supermarket and took a bottle of low-quality liquor. When he walked to the cash register, he threw a crumpled ten-dollar card and left.

"Hey, I'm looking for your money." At this time, the cashier's sister shouted. But when she chased out, there was no longer a man in sight.

"Lin Hong, happy thirtieth birthday." The man was still limping down the street. Since he didn't have a right hand, he had to bite the cap of the bottle with his teeth, and then pour it in hard.

The man's name is Lin Hong, and today is his thirtieth year in this world. And it was also the tenth year that he began to flow Lang.

Came to the largest company in D City, Generation L. Looking at this building dozens of floors high, a gloomy smile appeared on Lin Hong's face. His mind slowly returned to twelve years ago, thinking about himself back then, the heir of Generation L, full of spirit and indispensable. But because of his own stubbornness, he ruined the big business run by his father, and finally gave up Generation L. was originally worth tens of billions, but he was on the streets overnight.

Looking at the people in and out of Generation L, Lin Hong's heart was indescribably bitter, but he also knew in his heart that it would be impossible for him to take back what belonged to him in his life. Maybe this is what he deserves, and he really can only be described in two words, brute. Addicted to alcohol all day long, he persecuted a lot of girls.

After leaving Generation L, Lin Hong came to a small cemetery in D City, in front of a tombstone, Lin Hong knelt down directly, and tears couldn't help but fall.

"Mom and Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong. As long as you can come back, I'd rather die at once. I'm a brute, I'm not as good as a brute. As he spoke, Lin Hong hugged the tombstone and cried bitterly. Here, his parents are buried together. Because he was addicted to alcohol back then, he forced others to beat the child after making the girl's belly bigger, and finally led the other party to commit suicide by jumping off the building. However, because of this incident, Lin Hong's father fell ill with anger and was bedridden ever since, and died of hatred a year later. And Lin Hong also inherited Generation L, and since then he has been even more arrogant, and then his mother was also depressed, and it didn't take long for her to follow her husband.

However, Lin Hong, who was addicted to wine, had no idea that a pair of black hands behind the scenes were reaching out to him. After Generation L fell into the hands of others, Lin Hong, who was not convinced, wanted to ask for an explanation, but it turned out to be like this. The foot was broken and one hand was cut off. In this way, he spent ten years in the D market.

"I know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong, Mom and Dad, I'm here to accompany you." Lin Hong said, pouring a pack of poisonous rats into the wine. Ten years of torture, he has had enough. Now for him, death is the best relief.

"Twenty years of mistakes, do you think you can pay it off in just ten years?" At this moment, an old man's voice came from behind Lin Hong.

Lin Hong turned his head and found behind him an old man with a crane-haired and childish face, holding a bamboo broom in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you?" Lin Hong asked.

"I'm the gravekeeper here." The old man said.

"You know me?" Lin Hong asked again.

The old man nodded slightly and said, "Young Master Lin, have you forgotten it?" Eleven years ago, when your father was buried, I didn't hear you because I had bad ears, but you told someone to beat me severely. ”

Hearing the old man say this, Lin Hong's body trembled slightly, and he vaguely remembered that there was such an incident. At this time, the old man was still looking at him with a smile, but in his eyes, this was a mocking smile, yes, he was not even as good as a mourning dog now.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I was a brute back then. Before I die, I don't expect people to forgive me, I just want to say sorry to everyone. Lin Hong said, and directly drank the bottle of wine with rat poison. The old man looked at him like this, and did not step forward to stop him.

"Boy, the lost knowledge when you are at the end of the road is just to find a temporary support, only the lost knowledge when the spring breeze is proud is the real Lang Zi turned back. That's right, it's not a pity to die like a beast like you. But as I said, you can't repay your 20 years of mistakes with these 10 years of suffering. Think of the people whose families have been ruined by you, who don't want to pump your tendons and drink your blood. The old man said.

"Don't talk about it, I don't have much time anyway. Let my death come to an end to what I have done. Lin Hongdao.

The old man looked at Lin Hong and sneered, "Do you think you're dead and it's over?" It is impossible for the qiē you have done to disappear because of your death, and the only way is to change it. Boy, the lost return when the spring breeze is the real lost return, remember my words, otherwise, the tragedy will repeat. After saying that, the old man left without looking back.

Slowly, the toxicity attacked, and Lin Hong felt that he was getting more and more uncomfortable, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

"I've been wrong so many wrong things, I must be a beast in my next life." Lin Hong smiled self-deprecatingly and slowly closed his eyes.

……

"Ah~" Lin Hong suddenly woke up, and he found that the scenery around him had changed. Sitting in a classroom by himself, the sun shining in through the window, Lin Hong's eyes narrowed into a line. Looking out the window at the playground, a group of students chased each other and played each other.

Looking at the classroom again, everyone in the class focused on him, and there was still saliva on the corners of his mouth. How familiar is this qiē scene, falling asleep in a high school class? And everything that happened was a dream?

"No, it's not a dream." Lin Hong wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, remembering what the old man had said to him before he died. He reached for his phone and looked at the date on it. Lin Hong's tears couldn't help falling, today is his 18th birthday, and he is back in the classroom of high school. Between the ages of 18 and 20, it was the most animalistic period of his previous life.

Life is a dream, Lin Hong thought that he had a long, long dream, but the content of the dream must be changed.