In the early winter of 1986, a coastal central city in the north.

Li Zhilun stood in the corridor of the hospital, silently looking out the window at the night scene of the city with the lights up. His only son, Li Jing, has been admitted to the hospital for the seventh time this year. He was particularly ill this time, having been in a coma when he was admitted to the hospital. After a day and a night of rescue, he gradually regained consciousness.

However, despite being very depressed, before entering his son's ward, Li Zhilun still stretched his tightly knit brows and changed to a pleasant expression. It didn't have to be deliberate. The son's fair and handsome face, almost every doctor and nurse who saw him would feel pity.

Fifteen-year-old Li Yi couldn't have been ignorant of all this. The torment of illness had already made the boy's mind extremely sensitive. He has always wondered if his parents' divorce three years ago was due to his illness. Therefore, he never asked about his condition, and did not want to increase the troubles of his father, who depended on him for his life.

Especially when he saw that there were many times more people coming to see him in the hospital today than usual, he couldn't help but think to himself: "Aren't they here to say goodbye to them?" ”

In the morning, the whole family of cousin Li Jiakun came to see him. Li Jing didn't like his distant relative very much. When I was a child, my cousin's family, who lived in the countryside, were frequent guests in their home. Every time she left, my aunt took a big bag with her. The mother had no affection for the family. Under the influence of hearing and seeing, the young Li Jing has always had prejudices against them.

After the reform and opening up, my uncle was first elected as the village head, and then he was promoted step by step to become a cadre in the township and county. Later, he went to the sea to do business and turned into a peasant entrepreneur. The two families still come and go, but they have changed from picking up something from their house to sending things to their house.

Li Jing, who grew up, did not change his impression of Li Jiakun because of this. In his opinion, his uncle was sleek and sophisticated, and he was good at drilling. and his father, who is upright and happy, is not on the same level at all.

As for the two elder brothers. Big brother is better. The second brother is especially annoying, and always likes to make fun of his weak body. Open and close your mouth "sister", "little beauty" and other titles. Only his aunt is simple, sincere and enthusiastic, and he likes it more.

It wasn't until he graduated from junior high school last year that his father told him a secret that had been hidden for years: he was not his father's biological son. This Li Jiakun is his real father.

On the day he knew his life experience, Li Jing behaved calmly. He finally understood why his aunt sometimes seemed to be more concerned and concerned about his own affairs than his mother. That's his birth mother.

But at night, when no one was around, he still cried. He told Li Zhilun that he would always be his son. He did not mention his adoptive mother. If I am lucky enough to live to adulthood, I will naturally repay her for raising her. But right now, the woman who abandoned her husband and son doesn't deserve his respect.

The last one to come to see Li was Xiao Qian, a classmate in the same class. A beautiful girl next door. Except for a brief separation in junior high school, they have been in the same class from kindergarten to elementary school and high school. It can be said that he is a childhood sweetheart and has nothing to talk about.

"What are you reading?" Xiao Qian flipped through a few books placed at the head of Li Yi's bed. Two volumes of "JL Spring Dream", the ancient text version of "The Book of Songs-Daya" and "The Interpretation of the Book of Books". "It's so profound!"

A comic book (colloquially known as the villain book at the time) fell from it. "Huh?"

Xiao Qian picked up the villain book and immediately laughed. "What? Do you still watch this? ”

It was an animated book "Nezha in the Sea", the book was very old, but it was well preserved.

"When I was a child, I always thought Nezha was a girl?" Xiaoqian said.

"Oh! I think so too. ”

"And how did you find out then?"

"My mom told me. I didn't believe it, so she showed me this. Li was surprised to turn to the middle page. That's the shot of Nezha standing up from the bud and stretching his waist when he was just born. Probably only this painting in the book can prove that Nezha is a boy.

Xiao Qian's face turned red all of a sudden. "You're so bad!"

She set the album aside. "Li Yu, yesterday Teacher Shi asked me to dance rhythmic gymnastics!"

"Ice Beauty?" Li asked in surprise, Ice Beauty was the nickname given to the female physical education teacher by the boy in his class, "Then go!" ”

Xiao Qian frowned slightly, "It is said that you must wear professional gymnastics clothes during the competition, and you are not allowed to wear long pants." ”

"How cold is that!" Thinking of Xiaoqian showing her legs in the winter, Li Qi, who has always been frail, immediately felt a chill all over her body.

"Not really!" Xiaoqian said, "It will be compared next spring." I'm not afraid of the cold, the key is that although the gymnastics suit has sleeves, it looks like a swimsuit underneath, how embarrassing is it? ”

Indeed, since she was in junior high school, Li Yu had not seen Xiaoqian wear a skirt that exposed above the knee, let alone shorts (that was in 1986, and it was not common for girls to wear shorts outside).

"Afraid of what?" He said, "It's not that you don't have good-looking legs. I think you're going to look great in a gymnastics suit! ”

"Really?" Xiao Qian smiled, "Can you come and see the game then?" ”

Li Yu thought to himself, whether I can live to that day is not certain! However, he still replied, "I will definitely go." ”

After Xiaoqian left, Li Yu took out the book "Nezha in the Sea" from under the book and turned a few pages. Since he was eight years old, he has been asked to turn over this villain book many times. "Romance of the Gods" was also watched later, but the Nezha in it was really unlikable.

But in the eyes of his father, Li Zhilun, a senior librarian at the District Cultural Center who has studied the history of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the two books are just as naïve. So he borrowed "The Book of Songs-Daya" and "The Explanation of the Book of Shang", hoping that his son could understand this period of history. But apparently, the son was not very interested.

Li Yi did not continue to read, but picked up the colored pen and first drew a Nezha's head shape according to the villain's calligraphy.

He suddenly remembered when he was in junior high school. One day after class, he heard someone behind him: "Do you look like this person on the book jacket?" ”

He heard the sound and ran away, but they hid the book, only allowing Li Yu to glance at it. There seemed to be a few boys laughing together. He was wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt and briefs that seemed to be joined together, barefoot. It feels so weird!

Two days later, Li Yu finally grabbed a chance to grab the book. only to find that the book cover was painted with girls wearing gymnastic uniforms. The girl in the middle with Nezha's hair really looks a little similar to herself.

Drawing and drawing, he really painted Nezha's face as himself, and added Xiaoqian next to it. He didn't let Nezha wear a lotus leaf skirt, but put on a women's gymnastics uniform like Xiaoqian, holding a gold ring in his hand and a ribbon on his shoulder.

Li Yu's face turned red, but not because of shyness, but because of the lesions in his body. A painful suffocation struck suddenly, and he threw down his paintbrush.

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The following opens in the first person. I'm Li Jing. I want to be born again.

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"Madam, the third young master is awake!"

I opened my eyes and was dizzy.

But what's wrong? This is not a hospital ward, but a quaint room. Next to the bed were not the nurses I was familiar with, but two strange girls in coarse cloth clothes. At the foot of the bed stood a lady in a satin robe, who looked very much like my aunt in the country.

"Nezha!" She walked up to me, "You're finally awake!" ”

She calls me Nezha?!

She said to a young girl next to her, "Ping'er, go and report to the master!" ”

After a while, a man in a green shirt with a face that looked quite like his uncle hurriedly walked in. Behind him was a man who was slightly shorter than him and had slightly inferior clothes.

"Wake up!" He said, "Nezha, you're fifteen years old!" Why do you still act like a child? The useless Ao Bing hid back in the hall and pretended to be dead. You're like a girl, you want to live or die, what you will become. You have the ability to peel that kid from the Ao family and cramp! ”

I stared at them in amazement. Am I not Li Yu? When did it become Nezha? It was not the hospital gown that he had been wearing since he came out of the intensive care unit, but a rather cool and smooth silk shirt. Could it be that this is filming? I looked around, but there was no camera!

"What's wrong with you, Nezha?" Madame sat down beside me and touched my head, "Don't you know my mother?" ”

Another layer of memory came to my mind that clearly didn't belong to me, but it was never very clear. I seemed to remember that the man in front of me should be my father Li Jing, and standing behind him was the family general Li Cheng. Next to me was my mother, Mrs. Yin. Those two girls were the slave girls Ping'er and Cui'er, who were waiting for me.

Wait a minute! Slave girls? Are they slaves?

"Hey!" Li Jing shouted, "Aren't you stupid in the brain?" ”

I looked at Mrs. Yin, "Mother, what's wrong?" ”

"What's going on? You jump off the top of a three-story tower and fall unconscious. I'm scared to death! ”

"I jumped off the tower? Why? ”

Madame and Li Jing looked at each other. At this time, Li Cheng, the general of the family, stepped forward, "Childe, the day before yesterday in the school garden, Ao Bing, the son of Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, bullied his classmates. Childe, you can't see it, and you got into a big fight with him and accidentally injured him. Miss Ao came to the door to ask for an explanation. The lord punished the son for this. On impulse, Childe jumped from the tower and has been in a coma ever since. Why don't you remember, Childe? ”

Why is it so messy! In the middle of the school? I also became classmates with Ao Bing? Didn't Nezha beat Ao Bing to death at the age of seven? How did he not hurt him until he was fifteen years old? And Ao Bing should be much older than me, how did he become a classmate? Where did a Miss Ao family come out? And my father Li Jing's attitude when he heard this was so strange, as if he wished I could cramp Ao Bing's skin.

But there are some trance-like impressions in my mind. A huge white dragon swooped down on me from the air with its teeth and claws. I dodged and threw it back. Wrapped around his body and dragged him hard, causing him to fall to the ground......

That's not right! Not only Nezha, but also the entire Romance of the Gods, isn't it all fiction? How could I live in the meantime.

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Note: The reason why I set the time travel time in 1986 is because I wanted to write a similar work in that year. The plot mode of this work is not derived from any online novel, but is modeled after Lu Xun's "New Story".