If you can choose to start all over again.

Yang Zheng should choose to go back to the time when he was eighteen years old, because in that year, there was a green spring breeze, a stadium full of sunshine, and the good smell of shampoo on the female classmates at the next table.

At that time, I was young and pure, and my mind was full of infinite fantasies.

He drunkenly thought, no wonder most of the starting point rebirth texts he read before woke up to the age of eighteen, and began to study hard from that most beautiful age, trying to change his life after being bad or bad.

By the way, that kind of rebirth through the past is to go back to the past to change the life past that you have experienced more than ten years and decades after graduation? Or do you go back in time and run your own new future?

He couldn't figure it out, so he could only hold his head high and look at the slowly fading sunset.

He suddenly thought about it again, if Huanhuan had to choose the time when she could be reborn, would she choose to go back to the eighteenth year old like himself, study hard at the eighteenth year old that he thought was the best, and change her current fate?

Probably not.

Now, compared to herself, it seems that she doesn't need to be reborn at all, because she has found her own way and continues to move forward on that road.

That... What about your own way?

Where?

Maybe it's as the song goes.

Dare to ask where the road is?

The road is under your feet.

……

He came to the convenience store again, and the cash register of the convenience store was still standing with the young cashier with a pockmarked face.

He looked at the cashier who saw that he was a little eager to try, as if he understood something, he looked out of the convenience store again, looking at the bustling street, and he finally decided to pick up two bags of puffed food and put them on the cash register.

This time, there is no hot or cold in these two bags of puffed food, and there is no good or bad.

You should have won, right?

He straightened up, walked out of the convenience store like a victor under the cashier's surprised and remorseful eyes.

He proudly tore open the big bag of potato chips at the door, and ostentatiously took out a large and round potato chip and put it in his mouth.

With a click, the whole potato chips shattered into countless tiny crumbs. With a click, the countless small crumbs slowly merged with the saliva in his mouth, and the salty, fresh and sweet flavors accompanied him chewing hard, as if dancing on his taste buds, and finally merged into one, and finally became the tomato brisket as written on the bag.

He swallowed the potato chips hard, turned around in the corner where no one was looking, closed his eyes a little greedily and licked his finger with the potato chip crumbs, and after a while, he opened his eyes and was a little annoyed.

It seems that this time I lost again.

It's not just because when I bought this bag of potato chips, I didn't buy paper towels and drinks.

It's even more because in order to show off to the cashier with a pockmarked face, he tore open potato chips on the street.

Are you eating while walking along the way? Or put the chips in a plastic bag and eat them at home?

Yang Zheng, who hadn't eaten for a day, looked at all kinds of people on the street with calm faces, and he carefully put the potato chips in a plastic bag.

When there are many people, he looks up and doesn't look at the plastic bag of potato chips, as if he loves face like everyone else.

When there were few people, he slowly stretched out two fingers, sneaked into the unpacked bag of potato chips in the plastic bag, carefully took out a piece of potato chips, and secretly put it in his mouth like a hamster.

It's just that I eat it secretly, but it's not as comfortable as eating it openly, and it tastes like that.

When the click, the click sound turned into a muffled rattling sound, and the crumbs that should have danced on the tip of the tongue with the click sound became reluctant to give up with the more and more saliva in the mouth, and could only be stuck in the throat and swallowed slowly.

No matter.

This taste is so uncomfortable, and I'm really sorry for these five dollars and eight cents a bag of potato chips.

He took out the bag of potato chips again, and changed from a gentle grip of two fingers to a grasp of three or four fingers.

The scenery of the slices of potato chips in his mouth made many passers-by look at him a few more times, and in those different eyes, some were disgusted, some were surprised and even... Some also have a hint of envy.

Yang Zheng also seemed to ignore these gazes, he munched on the potato chips in a big gulp, and his steps became brisk, he seemed to have forgotten the failure of the interview all day today, and he seemed to have forgotten the victory or defeat with the pockmarked face clerk today. His steps became faster and faster, as if as long as he walked fast enough, the time behind him and the eyes of pedestrians could no longer catch up with him.

Shame on you.

He finally finished the packet of chips and wiped the crumbs from his fingers into his mouth.

He suddenly thought of his current age, and couldn't help but blush.

His head was lowered again, and his greasy fingers were like a child who had done something wrong, resting on his waist, with nowhere to put it.

Today, he was so ashamed that he didn't dare to go into the flower shop to buy flowers.

He just secretly handed Huanhuan, who was cooking in the kitchen, another packet of unopened potato chips.

Huanhuan looked at the packet of potato chips, she was pleasantly surprised, and the dimples on her face were also deeply embedded in her soft little face.

"Thank you, I love potato chips."

Although Huanhuan didn't speak, Yang Zheng laughed when he saw her laughing.

He wiped his hand on his clothes several times before pulling Huanhuan's sleeve and kept talking about today's events.

The mouth of the wooden, which was not good at words, became as dexterous and chirping as a lark because of its joyful laughter.

In his mouth, his embarrassing interview experience, which was originally a failure, became an interesting joke.

In his mouth, the old man who made him extremely respected in his heart became his yearning.

In his mouth, there was also a big potato chip.

It was the potato chips that Huanhuan stuffed him. Huanhuan looked at him abruptly and smiled even more happily.

Huanhuan also licked his fingers stained with potato chip crumbs, his face full of satisfaction.

Those big eyes were also curved like crescent moons.

Looking at Huanhuan's smile, Yang Zheng remembered the previous topic of if life can be reborn.

This time, he shook his head.

Don't be reborn, if you are really reborn, you may not be able to meet Huanhuan.

No matter how beautiful the reborn world is, if there is no laughter, how can the potato chips in the future be as delicious as they are now.

"Go cook."

"I'll vote for you!"

Yang Zheng went from twenty or thirty years old this time to seventeen or eighteen years old, and then to the joy of twelve or thirteen years old.

He happily chewed the potato chips in his mouth, chewing and chewing until he was really unable to chew, and then he was reluctant to swallow carefully.

The computer screen reflected his silly and smiling face.

Life is so good.

(End of Volume 1)