The feeling of a splitting headache is constantly reverberating, like there are thousands of insects constantly biting, and it is like an endless reincarnation, constantly tearing people apart, and then putting them back together.

"Water...... Ah Hui, pour me a glass of water. Xiang Yang shouted weakly.

Yesterday he drank too much again, and when he met a difficult customer, he deliberately made it difficult, and he had to kill a bottle of white to Xiangyang before he was willing to sign the contract.

When encountering such a customer, Xiangyang can only admit that he is unlucky.

If you don't drink, you don't have to give face, and you don't have to think about the contract.

Drinking, a bottle of liquor is a lot, originally for Xiangyang, although it is not a piece of cake, but it can barely cope with it. But the point is that he has already drunk a little too much at noon, and if he goes down to another bottle now, it is estimated that it will be a bad thing.

In the end, Xiang Yang still drank it, and after drinking, he felt that the world was spinning, and in the end he didn't know anything, as for whether he got the contract or not, for him now, he has no time to think about it anymore.

The face of a beautiful woman appeared in front of her, hazy, as if she was dreaming of spring.

This woman's face is incomparably kind and familiar, but Xiang Yang can guarantee that this is not his wife Ah Hui, but it just feels familiar.

"Silly boy, what are you talking about? It seems that it is really not light. A loving expression appeared on the beautiful woman's face, touched Xiang Yang's forehead with her hand, muttered to herself, and handed a cup of warm water to his mouth.

Xiang Yang was stunned, this touch reminded him of something, this kind of warm feeling, only one can have it, isn't this his mother? But why do you look so young?

In a daze, Xiang Yang murmured slightly: "Mom, why are you here?" ”

"Silly boy, where else can Mom go? Hurry up and drink the water, just cover your sweat, look at the burning, it's all nonsense. ”

Xiang Yang sighed softly, drank half a glass of warm water, and lay down.

His head was still in a state of confusion, and he couldn't turn around for a while, and he couldn't imagine how his mother, who was far away from home, could appear in front of him, and she seemed to be a little too young.

"No...... right"

It took a long time for Xiang Yang to react. Ignoring his weak body, he sat up from the bed violently.

Everything around is strange and familiar, and then look at his hands, which are completely twice as small, and the posters on the wall, Xiang Yang can recognize at a glance that this is Teresa Teng, this legendary female singer, who was a red mess in the nineties. This kind of poster was very rare in later years.

Looking at everything in front of him, as well as his little body, if he is not dreaming, then there is only one explanation, he has been reborn and has come back......

There has always been a very dirty way to determine whether it is a dream, which is to pinch one's thigh or give oneself a heavy slap.

"Mom...... What year is today, what month is it? ”

Whether he is dreaming or not, Xiang Yang is still ready to figure out what era he is in now and what he should do tomorrow.

If he is really reborn, he must at least adapt to the current environment and try not to let himself appear to be a hindrance.

"Silly boy, why are you up, lie down quickly."

"What about a 40-degree fever? Don't burn out, scare me. ”

Xiang's mother, who was washing vegetables outside, got up and walked in, her hands had not yet been wiped dry, and she said with a look of concern and disgust.

Xiang Yang looked at his mother's eyes, did not continue to ask, but chose to lie down quickly.

didn't get a definite answer, but it doesn't mean that Xiang Yang has no way to figure it out, look at his current physical state, it should be a teenager, that is to say, it should be the nineties now, as for the specific year, this is very easy to figure out.

In those days, basically every household would nail a thick calendar to the wall, and tear off a page every day, Xiang Yang at that time liked to use this to make drafts and do math problems, but in fact, because the family was poor, there was no spare money to buy him scratch paper.

If it's really a rebirth back, then this calendar is definitely there.

Sure enough, Xiang Yang quickly found its figure.

"April 1st of '93? April Fool's Day ...... Is this a joke that God played on me? ”

April Fool's Day in 93, when it had just spread to China, the publication of fake news heralded the arrival of this festival, and the most impressive thing for Xiangyang was a fake news that "every household can put beer out of the tap", and these appeared today.

It's not going to be too dramatic.

After recovering from the shock, Xiang Yang still couldn't accept this fact, why did he come back?

Of course, in essence, Xiang Yang does not reject such things happening to him, and he sometimes even fantasizes that one day if he is asked to do it all over again, some things should be redeemed or made up, but this thing is a little too sudden, so sudden that he has no preparation at all.

Looking at the old black and white TV, the red-lacquered desk and the big wooden box, and more importantly, a carved bed next to it, this is Xiangyang's parents' bed, Xiang's mother's dowry, and it seems that there is still a great story.

Xiang Yang's family is not wealthy, compared to the common two-story houses in the village, they still live in three bungalows at this time.

One is used as a living room and kitchen, the other is for Xiangyang's grandparents, and the last room can be imagined.

Xiang Yang is twelve years old, and he still lives in the same room with his parents, which is simply incredible! What did this mom and dad do at night? Why did Xiang Yang feel like he didn't know anything before.

Although my father should not be at home now, he has only just gone out this year, and he is really alive after realizing it!

Xiang Yang is extremely embarrassed, I only feel that the next days will be a little difficult, but it is not a simple thing to change the status quo!

Back in 1993, counting the events of this year, Xiang Yang didn't know much.

I only remember one of his favorite singers, Brother Jiaju unfortunately passed away, of course, all this will happen in a few months, and Xiang Yang doesn't think he can change anything, does it stop him from going to RB? This is clearly unrealistic.

Everything else is confused, 12-year-old naturally doesn't care about any national affairs, at that time, they probably thought about lining up to play arcade all day long!

Thinking about it here, he brought a basin of hot water to his mother, wrung a towel and handed it to Xiang Yang.

"Quickly wipe your body, change your clothes, and your body will be better after taking medicine."

Xiang Yang took the towel, but when he saw his mother standing in front of him, he didn't move for a long time, and his face was embarrassed.

"Oops...... This kid, hurry up and wipe it, the towel will be cold after a while, what's wrong? I'm still shy, it's not like I haven't seen it, and I was running around with my bare ass a few years ago. ”

Looking at his mother's natural look, Xiang Yang couldn't cry or laugh.

He really wanted to say to his face, it used to be before, and now your son's body lives with an uncle's soul, is it considered older than you? How can that be the same.

But these words naturally can't be said, and it is estimated that if you say it, it will really be regarded as a burnt head, but fortunately, after Xiang's mother said this, she turned around and went out, and Xiang Yang felt better.

It's just that this state must be changed, otherwise how will you live in the future?

Of course, he can survive until next year.

In February next year, Xiang Yang's father, Xiang Jianghui, took the first fortune he earned from his part-time job to build a three-story building in Nansha Town, and many people were red-eyed.

Counting the days, counting the time to build the house, there are nearly half a year.

For most of the year, Xiang Yang had to squeeze into this room of less than 20 square meters with his parents and imagine that embarrassing scene.

It's just that now Xiangyang, there is no way at all.

He couldn't change anything, he could only say it silently in his heart.

"Hello, 1993."