Thursday, April 1, 1993.

Xiang Yang took a day off to rest at home because of a high fever, but tomorrow he still needs to return to the classroom in his memory to face those familiar and strange people and things.

The classroom in his mind, only mottled fragments, he couldn't even remember the general appearance of the classroom, he felt that something funny would happen next, of course, this was obviously himself.

After getting dressed, under the advice of his mother, and taking cold medicine, Xiang Yang was allowed to walk out of this small room of less than 20 square meters to appreciate the air that had not been polluted by industry in 93 years.

This is the place in memory, there is a small courtyard, on the left side of the yard is a grape trellis, under the grape trellis is a well, when I was a child, I always liked to listen to my grandfather tell stories under the grape trellis. I heard that under the grape trellis, Tanabata can still hear the private conversation of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Xiang Yang has always felt that the Cowherd is a scumbag, just peek at the girls taking a bath, but he still steals other people's clothes, and after stealing the clothes, he forces other girls to give birth to monkeys, it's just a bad thing.

Xiang's mother has already gone in to cook, Xiang Yang's grandmother has bad eyes, most of the time she stays in the house and doesn't come out, and some gods chatter, Xiang Yang feels that she has little contact with this grandmother in her memory. There is only Xiangyang's grandfather in the whole yard, basking in the sun outside.

This is a sturdy old man, full of revolutionary ideas, and in the past, he also carried a gun and participated in the War of Resistance against Japan.

He is very strict with his children, but he is very good to Xiangyang, a little grandson, even to the point where he is afraid of falling in his hands and afraid of melting in his mouth. Always complain to my father, if I continue like this, I will spoil the child.

But the old man always disagreed, stubbornly retorted, I am not used to my eldest grandson!

When the old man Xiang saw Xiang Yang come out, the wrinkles on his face suddenly bloomed, and he took out a bottle of canned oranges and beckoned Xiang Yang to come over.

This kind of canned food was Xiang Yang's favorite when he was a child, and he could basically get one such reward every time he got sick, of course, only Xiang Old Man would give him such treatment.

Seeing the old man greeting, Xiang Yang immediately ran over, although he didn't have much interest in this kind of canned sugar water now, but he couldn't show it, his current appearance was at least a child, and he couldn't be too shocking.

And for the old man Xiang, he has always had a sense of regret, in this life to see him again, in fact, he is happier than anything else.

"Grandpa......" Xiang Yang shouted, tired of Xiang Old Man's side.

Xiang Lao Man laughed, Lao Huai comforted, took out the canned sugar water, put it on Xiang Yang's hand, and said, "Look, grandpa bought you your favorite canned food, hurry up and eat it!" ”

Xiang Yang nodded, unscrewed the can and tasted it, it was so sweet.

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In April, the wind and sun in Nansha Town are beautiful, and it has not been eroded by industrial pollution, and every gust of wind that blows is sweet.

Xiangyang's fever has receded, and at this time, when the wind blows, the whole person is also refreshed, and the discomfort of returning to this era for the first time is also slowly decreasing.

Looking at the land under your feet, remember how many years you didn't return here in your previous life? It seems like I'm about to forget everything here.

At that time, Xiang Yang, after graduating from high school, went to Hangzhou alone.

He didn't accept the ivory tower baptism of the university, and went directly to the hustle and bustle of the big city to work hard, and I don't know how many heels he turned over.

After a few years of confusion, he found nothing in Hangzhou, and then went to Xianghai, in this city where every inch of land is valuable, he did not find gold, and he was still alone at the age of thirty.

Later, under the introduction of a friend, he married Bai Hui, a girl who was also from the countryside, and the two lived in a small room of more than ten square meters, living the same life as most people.

In fact, Xiang Yang is relatively lazy in nature, he yearns for freedom, and he doesn't like that step-by-step lifestyle, but the tide of the times pushes him to move forward, and if he doesn't move forward, he will be drowned in the tide of the times.

And Xiangyang was indeed overturned by the waves, which can only be regarded as a journey of ups and downs, struggling all the way, and being submerged all the way.

This land of Nansha, I heard that a few decades ago it was still an ocean, which was filled by the sweat of the working people, and Xiang Yang could only sigh the truth that there is great strength in numbers.

The day passed quickly.

Friday, 2 April 1993.

April Fool's Day has passed, but for ordinary families who do not subscribe to newspapers or magazines in this era, the chances of wanting to learn about this magical festival in the West are very small, so people are still the same, guarding their own one-third of an acre of land, sunrise and sunset.

The morning glow is still bright, red and not dazzling, so that people's whole eyes will be sucked in.

A night of adaptation has allowed Xiang Yang to get rid of the discomfort after being reborn, specifically it should be uncomfortable.

In his previous life, he lived under endless pressure, in fact, there was nothing he couldn't let go, and he didn't have children, so there was almost no fetters for children, at most, he felt a little guilty about Bai Hui.

But think about it, people have married themselves and have not enjoyed any blessings, maybe with a different person, life will be better.

This kind of self-deception makes him no longer entangled in his heart, anyway, life still has to go on, we are all small, involuntary beings, can we still fight with God?

And now that I'm back, it seems that many of the regrets left by my previous life can also be tried to make up for it, which is also a good opportunity.

In 93, Xiangyang basically walked to school, about two or three miles, but it was not far.

This section of the road was happy for Xiang Yang in his previous life, here he didn't have to hear his mother's broken thoughts, and he didn't have to see the teacher's eyes that hated iron and steel, which showed that Xiang Yang's grades were extremely poor.

He is now reading the second volume of the sixth grade, and because of his laziness, he doesn't like school very much, so every time he takes the final exam, his grades are basically at the bottom, which can be regarded as a pure problem student in later generations.

Of course, it wasn't much better in this day and age.

In the 90s, in a rural school like this, the teachers basically did not have any teaching qualifications, so the good and the bad were uneven, and the corporal punishment was relatively serious.

Therefore, this section of the road is the easiest part of Xiangyang, and it feels like you are about to fly.

It's just that it was his thoughts in his previous life, and in this life, a teenager who carries the soul of his uncle naturally doesn't have such naïve thoughts, he is thinking, how will he find his own classroom and his own seat?

As for studying, he had already flipped through the textbook in the evening, and for him, there was no problem.

A soul who is nearly forty years old, to study the curriculum of the sixth grade of primary school, even if it cannot be deepened, but it is still possible to deal with it simply, not to mention that his grades are already poor, this will not be a problem.

With his memory, Xiang Yang quickly found that, in Nansha Town, which still existed in later generations, a three-story teaching building seemed to stand out from the crowd.

This elementary school existed for decades, and it developed better and better, becoming the center of the whole town, and many parents squeezed their heads to send their children in, which also made the school leaders have to expand and expand, and later the whole school occupied a large area, even wider than the area of some high schools.

However, it is still a primary school with only one teaching building, and there is nothing special about it compared to other primary schools, but it is a little prominent in the general second-floor housing group.

The sixth-grade classroom is on the third floor, there is only one class, and near the easternmost part of the teaching building, there are more than 50 people in one class, which is a bit crowded.

When Xiang Yang arrived, the classroom was already full of people, and the class leader was leading the morning reading on the podium.

The sound of reading aloud one after another hit Xiangyang's heart, which had gradually stiffened, and made it soft again.

It's nice to be back......

A tear slipped down quietly, and was quietly wiped away by him with his sleeve, as if it had never appeared.

When he walked into the classroom, he really couldn't remember where his seat was, but when he saw someone, everything seemed to be remembered again.

This person he once put in the deepest part of his heart, she is still alive, and she is still as exciting as ever, like the sun in winter, giving people warmth, and that smile can make people's whole heart melt.