The illusion is that the fatigue is not as bad as usual.

"Strange, did I open the window last night?" Even though it was May, there was still a cool breeze blowing into the room at night, so I closed the window and closed the curtains before going to sleep. "It's so hot...... I loosened the short sleeves on my body, it was already soaked with my sweat. The sun was blazing outside the window, and the sun was fierce. A hot breeze blew into the room, making me feel stuffy.

Scanning my room, I felt a sense of dissonance: a stack of neatly stacked books that should have been placed on my laptop, and a calendar book from memory stood on the familiar writing desk — no, the biggest sense of dissonance was that this room was not the room I chose after my parents and I moved into our new home, but the room in the commercial house I lived in for years during my high school, college, and post-college work.

Realizing something, I immediately ran to my desk and held up my calendar to look at it, and carefully read out the years on it. Repeating three times, I sat on the chair with my butt.

Eleven years ago, there were a lot of things missing in the room: a laptop bought in college, a famous play bought in college, various work utensils bought during work, multiple coats and coats bought during work. Eleven years ago, there were a lot of things in the room: textbooks from high school that had been sold, tutorial books from high school that had been sold, stacks of mock exam papers that had been sold.

"Is this strange what was the scene in this room eleven years ago?" the question that popped into my mind prompted me to try to remember the past. "No, I can't remember. "It seems that even if I go back in time, my memories are still hazy. "Consciousness goes back to the past, but the memories that can be traced back are still limited to the limits that can be recalled at the age of twenty-eight......

I stood up and walked to the window, feeling the sultry wind blowing through the window. Since there is a sense of touch, then I am not dreaming. In order to rule out the possibility that my brain gave me a touch sensation of hot air with my memories when I was deep asleep, I pinched my face with my own will like someone who has returned to the past in a TV series. I know it's silly – there are many ways to tell if you're in reality or a dream. In general, when you realize that you are in a dream, your own consciousness will wake you up. Moreover, the self in the dream is often in a state of involuntary fluttering, which is not as profound as reality.

"Huh?" I touched my stomach, which had a bit of my abs on it. I distinctly remember that I was a fat guy in high school — not fat, it wasn't fat, but it wasn't overweight — I had abs, which meant it was my college body...... No, no, no, if I'm in college right now, why are these high school textbooks and mock papers on my desk? Not to mention, that calendar book is a calendar book from eleven years ago - wait, if I'm in college now, then things like notebooks and stuff might be in my college dorm room, and the books on these desks are placed by my parents, including this calendar. It's not impossible, my parents always dispose of my stuff without my consent.

"Fantasy is useless. "It's not very likely, but I have to figure it out.

Opening the door, I stepped into the living room. The door to my parents' room was open and they weren't there. On the table in the living room was ten dollars, probably the breakfast money my parents had prepared for me. I looked up at the clock on the wall, and the time was 9:20. If I had been in high school, I would have guessed from the memories I could remember that my parents might have gone to work. If I'm in college — it depends on what year of college it is. When I was in the second grade, my mom was recuperating at home for a long time due to illness, which led to her early and extended menopause.

I had searched before I left the room, and there were none of the things I had bought in college, including the cell phone, which was indispensable to the people of my twenty-eighth year. Without my phone and computer, I have no way of knowing what day it is. Although I have a watch and a calendar, I have a serious problem with the date on my watch, and I know from the calendar that it was August 11 years ago - as long as no one flipped through the calendar. Based on the information I gathered in my room, I was almost certain of what period I was in, and after searching the living room, the kitchen, and my parents' rooms, I was 100% sure that I was in my high school years.

"If there really were gods in this world who gave me the opportunity to go back to the past and change my life, I would go to that so-called 'turning point in my life', my third year of high school. "Isn't it that I'm back to my junior year of high school? So, that traveler can't be......

"If you come, you will be safe. "It wasn't my intention to go back in time, but now that I've gone back eleven years ago, why not try to change my life?

"The third year of high school...... Tsk, the memory of the third year of high school is a big loss. I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes and pants, and looked in the mirror at my naked body. "Sure enough, the body is the body of twenty-eight, but the development still seems to be in high school...... No, the skin doesn't seem to be as rough as it was when it was twenty-eight, and it seems that it's not just the twenty-eight-year-old body that replaces the seventeen-year-old...... "I lifted my arm to expose my armpits, and then bent my arm to look at my biceps—sad, pitiful. "I haven't been exercising for a few years, and it's a bit embarrassing. It's better than the body in high school. ”

After looking at my current body almost narcissistically, I dried my body, put on my clothes and pants, washed my face and brushed my teeth. "If it's summer vacation, everything is safe. If it's school day, I'm skipping school at home – it doesn't matter if it's absent or not. This is my first day back in the past, so let me figure out what is going on first. I muttered to myself as I picked up the ten dollars on the table and took out the key from the drawer and walked out the door.

After living for so many years, I have also watched a lot of time-traveling dramas. More often than not, people who travel through will find something with time printed on it or meet one or two people and ask them what year it is. "Could it be that I have crossed over?" So, the main chapter of the time-traveling drama began. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a basis at home for what day it was. So go out on the street and ask somebody? Didn't I say, if you go out on the street and ask somebody, "What day is it?" nine out of ten will hesitate before answering you. During the hesitation period, the same question almost comes to people's minds: "Neurotic?" I could ask my parents, but both of them worked part-time during my junior year of high school, and I couldn't contact them without a cell phone. Also, if I contact them and it turns out that it's school day, I'm done.

When I go out for a walk, I am not only looking for the basis of what day is today, but also looking back on the scenery of the past. In my memory, my former self was very conservative. Short sleeves, shorts and slippers, I used to wear short sleeves, long pants and sneakers. What did I think at the time? Could it be that I was afraid that my fat body would be exposed and ridiculed? The scorching sun hung in the sky, which made the peasants working on the ground suffer. However, this is much better than the weather eleven years later. When I was twenty-eight years old, I learned that the weather in my city was a bit capricious: it was so hot in the summer that you couldn't turn on the air conditioner and it would never stop when there was a thunderstorm, and in the winter it was so cold that you couldn't do it without the air conditioner, and when there was rain and snow, it would never stop. So, a few of my former colleagues and I often pray that we don't have such a thunderstorm or rain drama when we go to and from work. You know, traveling more than ten kilometers to work in the company is not something that is casually said.

Eleven years ago, there was a vegetable market in front of my neighborhood. My memory is a little blurry, but what I can remember is that the price of food back then was not as expensive as it is now, uh, not as expensive as it was eleven years later. Eleven years ago, the road on the side was not so wide - I don't remember that the road was narrow eleven years ago, but from the memory I had eleven years later compared to the road in front of me now, it is clear that the road is wider after 11 years. Walking along the road, you can see several fast-food restaurants lined up, and the taste is not bad in my memory, but it should be filled in in a few years. Further on is an intersection, no, now it's just a T-junction. Those houses will be demolished in the next few years to build a road, which will lead directly to five streets in Yixiang District. The Lailiang Bridge has not been rebuilt in the next 11 years, which is a witness to the short history of the 11 years. It didn't know that the residential area opposite it would be demolished to build a viaduct in the future, and then there would be a series of bullet-loaded high-speed trains running on the viaduct, going from city to city.

Standing in the scene of eleven years ago, it is like falling into a street where only you should not exist. It's the street in my memory, but I can't clearly remember what is here and what is there. When the real scenery coincides with the impression in my memory, I have the feeling of "ah, this is how it used to be". Maybe it's because I've been squatting at home since high school, blindly immersed in reading books and doing problems, forgetting that the outside world is so colorful. Even though I studied hard, I ended up being famous. The world is impermanent, so simply be optimistic. I may not have experienced many things, but enough of the things I want to experience -

"Seventeen again...... Aha, ahaha, ahahaha......"

How can I settle down? For more than ten years, I have been resigned, studying hard until I lose the desire for freedom and the memory that I should remember in my heart. Much of the information stored in the brain in the slightly deformed skull was Chinese, math, English, history, politics, and geography, and most of it was quietly lost. The storage space of the human brain is indeed not endless, and when the amount of information stored is too much, the brain automatically deletes unnecessary information. Human beings can't recall it, thinking that it is forgetfulness, or it may be that their subconscious does not want their brains to remember these things. Therefore, since God has given me a chance to return to the past, I can no longer follow the route of my former senior year of high school. It doesn't matter if my decision causes my family to scold me or my teacher to hate me.

"Life is so fragile. How can a life like a dream repeat the mistakes of the past over and over again? Even if the gods allow it, I will definitely not allow it!" Leaning on the Lailiang Bridge, I secretly made up my mind.

"Goo-" I was hungry. I walked around without buying breakfast to gather information, and now I can't hold on anymore. "Even if you are a hero who made history, you have to eat when you are hungry. With that, I suddenly remembered that I had ten dollars in my pocket. "Oh my God, I was thinking of going to a fast food restaurant to buy something to eat. "How did I get my lunch in my junior year of high school?" What is certain is that my lunch was not prepared by my mother because she was busy working for her boss and did not have time to go home and cook for me. Is it my dad? Like, it depends on whether my dad is available. If my dad is busy with work, he won't be able to come home and cook for me. "Forget it, let's go over there first and see if there's anything cheaper to satisfy your hunger. ”

Entering a snack bar, I looked at the menu on the wall, a little confused.

"Hello. What do you want to eat?" the chef asked me.

"Katakogawa. ”

"Okay, a bowl of slices. ”

Confused, I still spoke: "Master, let me ask: Is your family's Kataerchuan really only five yuan?"

"Of course, it's not on the menu. ”

I sat down and leaned down at the table, thanking the snack bar owner for his generosity. "God, please leave me eleven years ago. At the age of twenty-eight, I can eat a medium bowl of Pian Erchuan for more than ten yuan, let alone a big bowl. I thought to myself.

Hot slices of Sichuan out of the pot, five yuan medium bowl, and a few slices of meat. I took a sip and scooped a spoonful of soup, and it felt like the taste of my memory, although I didn't seem to have eaten much Katagawa in my memory. The noodles are strong, the dishes are delicious, the bamboo shoots are delicious, the meat is delicious, and the soup is not greasy, as well as the authentic price, five-star praise. If the price of this piece of Erchuan is placed in eleven years, it will be greatly praised.

After enjoying Katagawa, I took a break and thought about my next plans. Today is August 9th, eleven years ago, and I got this information from the electronic screen on the mobile door of the community not long after I left the house. While enjoying Katagawa at a snack bar, I learned from the calendar hanging on the wall that it was not long after the beginning of autumn. I don't really know the exact meaning of the solar terms, but since it's the beginning of autumn, it's supposed to be autumn now, right? "It's good to have a good solar term. September is the first day of school, so I still have a month of summer vacation, but I remember that when I was about to enter my third year of high school, it seemed like a month had been taken away. Is it July or August?" It seems that I can only ask my parents this question.

In the afternoon, I went out for another walk. Because the weather was so hot, I was able to go home in less than two hours. This is already a good result, but in the summer of eleven years later, ordinary people will sweat for a few minutes when they go out, and people who are as weak as me may suffer from heat stroke. Speaking of physical weakness, my body is really not as tired as it was when I was twenty-eight years old. "Could it be that my two periods of bodies have come together and complemented each other?" As long as my body doesn't have anything too abnormal, so be it.

In the afternoon, I turned on the electric fan in my room and fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, my parents were home and my mom had already made dinner. I asked my parents questions that had been pestering me all day.

"Didn't you say last time that you were going back to school tomorrow?" my mom asked me.

"August 10th, have I ever been to school this summer?"

My parents looked at each other when they heard my question. My dad half-jokingly asked me, "Son, aren't you stupid by the heat?"

"Can you two answer my question directly?" I said, a little rushed. They don't know that after 11 years we will have quarrels over work, marriage, etc., and that they will complain and blame me again and again outside of the arguments. They are not the ones they are now, and I can't mix them up.

"You continued your studies at school for the first two weeks of July, and then you took the summer vacation. You said that in order to prepare for the college entrance examination, your school will start the study life of the third year of high school in mid-August in advance. You won't forget, will you?" Dad replied to me, and then added a rhetorical question.

I ignored my father's rhetorical questions and sat down to get ready for dinner.

"I went into your room just now to see that your desk hasn't been tidied up. I'm going back to school tomorrow, so you'll tidy it up later. My mom said to me gently.

"Okay, I got it. "If my mother is eleven years later, as long as she sees that my room is a little messy, she will inevitably have an argument with me. As their son, I didn't retort at first, but they intensified. The unbearable memories of the past, the incredible thing is that the scars in these memories have not yet been experienced by me now.

After dinner and a shower, I went to my room. A brief glance at the content of the senior high school book test paper on the writing desk shows me a little big. There's a lot of knowledge I've forgotten, and I'll have to let the teacher teach me what I still have to teach. "What kind of books did I use in the summer tuition of my junior year of high school......?" muttered to me that I had sorted out the test papers that should be homework, which would definitely be used. It took me nearly half an hour to sort out what I'm going to bring to school tomorrow, and maybe some of them I don't need. "God knows what to use and what not to use. Whatever. "I remember always carrying a heavy bag to school. After putting the book and test papers in my bag, I carried them, which were not particularly heavy. "What, what's missing?" I thought for a moment, I didn't bother to think, and lay on the bed with my feet facing the sky.

"By the way, date ......" got up and went back to my desk to pick up my pen and calendar, and I marked the calendar. "Yi Jiahe, Yi Jiahe, how lazy were you before......" Realizing that I was scolding myself, I immediately shut up, then turned off the lamp and lay back on the bed. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Don't Forget the Blessing and Misfortune of the Past Book House" for free for the first time.