Yao Yuan has been in this world for a week, and he has gradually calmed down from his ignorance and panic.

There is a lot of helplessness in the adult world, and being able to quickly accept reality is a good quality that has been beaten out by society, and Yao Yuan has done a good job in this regard.

A person who was already almost fifty years old, and his body that began to go downhill suddenly became younger, and the old soul, which was nearly half a hundred years old, had an eighteen-year-old body, this feeling... Well... It's so cool!

Yao Yuan, the former chef, woke up after a kitchen gas explosion accident and found himself back thirty years ago, at this time thirty years ago, Yao Yuan was eighteen years old and in high school.

The summer of 1993 was a sunny day in my memory!

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Heisei is a typical northern city with four distinct seasons, with cold winters and hot summers.

In the summer of August, even the air became hot.

The traffic on the street is weaving, yellow noodles, red Xiali taxis are competing on the road, and occasionally there are thick black smoke spewed out by the car like a cuttlefish, and the unpleasant exhaust fumes add a bit of anxiety to the already hot air.

Yao Yuan, who had decided to accept the reality and enjoy the current life, was not very comfortable with the current heat, so he stopped his bicycle in rough clothes and slipped into the bank on the side of the road.

The air conditioner in the bank is turned on very much, and you can feel the cool breeze through the glass turnstile for a while, and when you enter the door, the temperature difference of more than ten degrees makes the sweat pores explode all over the body, and it is comfortable and tight.

There were very few people who came to do business in the afternoon, Yao Yuan held the blue passbook in his hand, and bent over the railing to smile at the eldest sister on the counter: "Eldest sister, take fifty yuan, and give me five pieces of ten yuan." ”

The brand-new ten-dollar unity looks familiar and friendly, and it feels good to the touch, but unfortunately it is a little little, this is the only fifty yuan left on this passbook, and it is also all his current cash.

Yao Yuan, who has just entered his third year of high school, is still a student, and he naturally lives a life of stretching out his hands with clothes and opening his mouth with food.

My parents weren't around, but the 500 yuan I couldn't get enough of them every month would come back regularly. Students, don't worry about life, just study hard.

Probably to make up for the lack of being able to take care of their children, parents are very generous when they send living expenses to their two children every month, 500 yuan per month! This amount is fully equivalent to the monthly income of a pair of factory employees!

So although they are still students, Yao Yuan lives a free and calm life with his little sister.

Parents are not around for freedom, and money in their pockets is not panicked.

It's a pity that the things in life will always take up eight or nine out of ten if they are unsatisfactory.

It was just the beginning of the month, and the two of them had no money. The day before yesterday, as soon as the living expenses given by my parents arrived, I was robbed and touched by a few thieves on the street and in broad daylight.

Now, all the cash in the family is the fifty yuan that has just been withdrawn, which is enough to hold on to his sister for more than a month.

Yao Yuan sighed, carefully folded the brand-new banknote in half, stuffed it into his jacket pocket and buttoned it, then pressed it with his hand, turned around and picked up a stack of blank deposit slips from the counter and stuffed them into an empty envelope, put them into his back pocket, and then reluctantly left the cool hall of the bank.

The loss of money happened the day before he was reborn, when high school student Yao Yuanqing was still ignorant, and casually let people touch his pocket on the street.

Looking back now, I still feel so hateful, the thief who stole my money will not die well!

I stretched my limbs in front of the bicycle and could feel the youthful vitality of this young body now.

Stepping on the bicycle, shaking his body, riding forward hard, he pedaled the 28 bars with long hands and feet without any effort.

Ha! An old soul who is nearly half a hundred years old has a young body again.

It's like ...... An old street car has been rebuilt with an F1 engine, and the throttle is slammed away! It's cool!

Kicking his legs violently, the flywheel of the bicycle was forced, and he actually made a sizzling sound, bowing down and walking through the alley, like flying close to the ground, listening to the wind in his ears, he felt like an arrow.

In the quiet alleys under the sun, only the sound of cicadas could be heard, and the bicycle sped through the alleys and rushed into the street.

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The streets were filled with smoke.

There is a kebab stall on the side of the road, and the skewers of lamb are grilled under the charcoal fire to produce a Maillard reaction, exuding a unique burnt aroma, and with the bursts of smoke, the tantalizing smell mixed with cumin and chili fills the entire road.

The young man with a Uyghur hat curled his tongue and shouted: "Roast, bake!" Mutton skewers in Western Xinjiang, three cents a string, no fragrant and no money! ”

I love the fireworks in this market!

This is called market life, there is no urban management, there is no health inspector, the lamb skewer stove on the street is burning firewood on one side, and the charcoal is burning meat skewers on the other, so unscrupulous.

Barbecue over an open fire!

There is no clenbuterol, no tender meat powder, no chemical high-tech, ruthless work, simple charcoal fire and mutton are simply combined, and the aroma is so domineering.

What more bikes?!

Yao Yuan pinched the rear brake with his left hand, and the bicycle slid and flicked its tail beautifully, stopping in front of the mutton skewer stall.

Pulled out a "great unity" from his pocket: "Friend, come to ten strings!" ”

The Uyghur hat took the money with a smile, and kept shouting: "Fragrant, great!" No incense, no money! ”

Yao Yuan, who used to be a good cook, took the change he found back into his fart pocket, and couldn't wait to take a handful of lamb skewers, and his mouth was full of oil.

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The streets are bustling with people.

There are three or four swarthy half-grown children hiding in the shade looking at the street scene, a long-handed and long-legged foodie in front of the mutton skewer stall attracts their attention, they have never seen a mutton skewer on the street can eat so fragrant, leaning on a bicycle on a skewer, eating is full of oil, completely forgetful.

When they saw the envelope popping out of his back fart pocket on his bulging buttocks, several children looked at each other, and the children's eyes lit up.

Eager.

A large shed was set up opposite the mutton skewer stall, and the shed was full of round watermelons.

There are dark green watermelons called "Black Jumper", and there are also varieties with beautiful stripes called "Kirin".

At the door, a sharp watermelon knife was stuck on the board.

The weather is hot, although there is shade in the greenhouse, but the temperature is not low, and the two people selling watermelons sit there shirtless, bored and glazed.

Until I found a cyclist across the road, watching the young man put a thick envelope into his ass pocket, like a greedy ghost, holding a handful of lamb skewers and getting carried away.

The fat man who sold melons looked at the foodie, and then looked sideways at a few swarthy half-sized men across the street.

The fat man stretched his waist, his mouth moved, and he should have scolded when he looked at the mouth shape: "S b!" ”

The foodie on the other side seems to be unlucky!

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Ten skewers of mutton skewers are a bit not forbidden, snacks are snacks, and ten skewers of mutton skewers are about to be on the job for Yao Yuan now.

After eating the mutton skewers, I felt a little unsatisfied, looked at the surrounding environment, and remembered the gluttonous sister at home, took out the change and handed it to the Uyghur hat: "Friend, ten more strings!" ”

Holding ten skewers of mutton, riding a 28 bicycle with one hand, he swayed left and right to pedal home.

A few teenagers behind him trotted all the way and quietly followed.

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This street is a well-known ethnic street, the street is very lively, the street security is also a little chaotic, at both ends of this street of less than 300 meters, there are actually two police station security points.

Therefore, whenever there is a little wind on the street, the security police react very quickly.

When Yao Yuan was holding a little dirty child in one hand and pointing to the crowd of onlookers with the other hand, who were still shouting and bluffing, the security police had already rushed over and stopped a street brawl that was about to break out.

Of course, in the eyes of the two men selling melons across the street, if the security police arrive one minute late, what happens cannot be regarded as a fight, and most of the time it will be a one-sided beating.

By the time Yao Yuan walked out of the security point at the west end of the street, it had been more than an hour.

Standing on the steps in frustration and looking around, he found that there were a few stinky children in the distance, and he couldn't help but scold: "Little rabbits, you wait, don't fall into the hands of the uncle in the future!" ”

A taller child raised his hands in demonstration, and replied in a dry voice: "Ah Nang die!" ”

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The amount involved in the case is too small, except for a few pieces of change, there is a stack of worthless documents in the envelope, which is not enough to file a case, and the person involved is too young to deal with it if he cannot find a guardian.

As for the more than 500 yuan that Yao Yuan mentioned two days ago, the public security police who handled the case did not pick up the stubble at all.

There is not even a record of the loss of money at that time, and there seems to be no other solution than to consider himself unlucky.

Yao Yuan wanted to use the envelope in his pocket as bait to get the lost money back, at least he had to catch a thief to vent his anger, but after the incident, he realized that he was still too naïve and easy to catch the thief, but it was useless, and the lost money still couldn't be recovered.

Although I have the memory of being a human being in two lives, life in this era does not seem to be so easy, and the era I have experienced now needs to be re-adapted.

In 1993, on the main road, in broad daylight, you must be careful of thieves?!

Ay! A little painful realization.

Yao Yuan, who returned home, had a little headache when he faced Xiaohua.

Yao Yuan's younger sister is called Yao Jiayi, nine years old this year, and has a nickname called "Little Flower".

Xiao Hua'er's little lamb's horn braids were curled, looking at the already cold lamb skewers on the table, with a sarcastic look in her eyes: "You lost the entire five hundred yuan of living expenses?!" Nothing left? ”