"The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year it was born......"

"The swing of childhood, with the memory has been flickering to the present ......"

Chenning City, Ocean World.

The magnetic voice echoed all around, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

It was a shabby-dressed, unshaven middle-aged uncle with a cheap guitar finger tlucking.

I have to say that his singing skills are very good.

A folding chair next to it sits on a cardboard with a QR code, and you can pay only 10 yuan to order a song or sing with him on stage.

The traffic of Ocean World is very large, and after a while, a bunch of people gather in front of the uncle.

They were impressed by the uncle's voice, and were willing to give the uncle a few dollars or dozens of dollars, or order a piece of music they liked.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, even Ocean World, the largest shopping mall in Linyun District, was devoid of many pedestrians.

Han Yuan sat in a folding chair and turned on his mobile phone, counting today's harvest.

"Nearly four hundred? It's a good location. ”

Han Yuan secretly calculated that if he could keep four hundred in his account every day, the monthly mortgage should not be a problem.

The young girl not far away also began to pack up her equipment, and from time to time she cast a glance at Han Yuan.

The girl is dressed in fashion, has microphones, stereos and other equipment around her, and is also a singer who sings here.

Originally, her business was okay, but today she was robbed of all the limelight by Han Yuan, and the audience in the live broadcast room was asking her to give the camera to Han Yuan.

Han Yuan turned his head to look at it noticed, revealing a kind smile.

The girl snorted coldly and ignored Han Yuan.

That look seemed to say, you are an old uncle with dozens of people, and you are still grabbing food with her little girl?

Han Yuan smiled helplessly and withdrew his gaze.

He can't help it, there is no spotlight on the stage, and his skills can only be displayed here.

Also, he's only in his thirties this year, so he shouldn't be an uncle, right?

Han Yuan shook his head and bent down to pack up his few devices.

After that, he took a lot of things and walked to the side of the road to buy a wolf's tooth potato.

After scanning the code and paying, Han Yuan squatted on the side of the road and gobbled up.

Just halfway through the meal, his mother made a video call, and Han Yuan thought about it for a while or clicked to answer the call.

A middle-aged woman with gray hair and wearing a cleaning suit appears on the opposite side of the video.

Looking at the background behind you, it seems to be in the toilet?

"What's the matter?"

"Can't I call you if it's okay? Look at you, a man who is almost forty years old, still eating like this? ”

Don't think about it, answering the phone anyway will be a count.

Of course, there will be all kinds of shouts and greetings after that, and my mother always has countless topics to talk about with him.

"Hey, I have to leave at this late hour."

Han Yuan threw the plastic box aside, took out an old white sand and lit it and smoked it.

"Smoking again? Just like your dad! Why are you ......?"

At the mention of Han Yuan's father, his mother suddenly choked up, and her eyes were unconsciously red.

Han Yuan was also silent, smoking vigorously.

Bang bang!!

"Who's in there? Haven't come out for so long? ”

"It's out, I'm cleaning!"

There was a noisy voice on the other side of the phone, and my mother hurriedly wiped the cloudy tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Son, don't think about it, in short, my mother supports your dream."

"Also, there is the little girl you studied before, if you have contact, tell them well, you can't be really lonely and widowed for a lifetime."

My mother was afraid that she would be caught talking on the phone during work, so she hung up the phone after a few words in a hurry.

Han Yuan didn't say a word, and silently smoked half of the cigarette butt in his hand.

He didn't throw the cigarette butt away until it was almost hot in his hand.

Looking at the neon night view of the city, Han Yuan muttered: "Mom, where does your son have any bullshit dreams......

In this drunken and bustling city, there are indeed countless dreams of rural children.

But he was almost forty years old, and he had no dreams for a long time.

After struggling for more than ten years, I finally signed a contract with the company, but it was hidden before it became popular, which is the bloody reality.

If I hadn't adhered to the so-called dream and chose to compromise and take the route given by the company, the current situation would have been better, right?

As long as he could earn more money, his father would not work hard to make a down payment for him to buy a house, resulting in lung cancer from smoking too much dust on the construction site.

At that time, looking at the old man with withered skin and dying, it was Han Yuan who pulled out his oxygen tube with his own hands.

I still remember that when he was a child, he taught Han Yuan that young people should break through and stick to their dreams, so that they will not regret it when they are old.

But now, Han Yuan regretted it before he was old.

"This world is a piece of shit."

Han Yuan took out the old white sand and lit another one.

In this society, if you want to get ahead, you diligently wait for the allocation of resources, and in the end it may only be a failure.

If he is given a chance, he will no longer have any star dreams, and he will no longer honestly work for others.

It's better to start your own business and find a way to create your own resources.

Thinking of this, Han Yuan smiled.

Now at his age, the mortgage is overwhelming, where is the energy to start a business?

In the past few years, the smoke has been smoked, and the lungs have been half blackened, and the treble always feels like he can't catch his breath.

Let's go to the hospital for a check-up after a while, but don't let my mother send a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

Han Yuan got up and picked up his guitar and prepared to take an online taxi back to the rental house.

Drip------

Hey?

Feel like there's something on the right that is shining?

Han Yuan turned his head to look, and a blinding white light enveloped his world.

Bang------

After a loud bang, the world seemed to be quiet.

That cheap guitar was also shattered in the air.

In a blur, Han Yuan vaguely saw a figure standing in front of him.

"Han Yuan, you sing very well, can you just sing to me in the future?"

"Han Yuan, your dream is very great, if you really have that day, I will marry you."

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... Still don't think we're suitable. ”

The voice was getting closer, and the blurred face was getting clearer.

All kinds of memories come flooding into my heart.

The quiet afternoon, the chirping of the summer cicadas, and her smile back.

Han Yuan looked puzzled, was this a marquee before he died?

But why are there only memories of this woman?

"Brother Yuan! Wake up! How can you fall asleep here? ”

"Aren't you going to confess to Lin Miaoyu? I've bought you all the flowers. ”

Listening to the call in his ears, Han Yuan gradually sobered up.

The afternoon sun made him a little unable to open his eyes, and the sound of cicadas came and went.

I was sitting on a wooden chair at the bus stop, and there was a little fat man wearing glasses, about 1.69 meters, standing in front of him.

"Are you...... Yao Wenhao? ”

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Yao Wenhao looked puzzled and helped the frame of the glass.

Han Yuan rubbed his eyes and felt a little headache.

If he remembers correctly, Yao Wenhao should be in other provinces.

And isn't he working out, why did he become a little fat man again?

Han Yuan looked down at himself, holding a guitar in his arms and wearing baggy ripped jeans.

Looking at the surrounding environment, there are some familiar and some unfamiliar.

Not far away, several banners hung 'One Country, One Nation, One City, One Family, Defeat SARS'

'SRAS caught us off guard, SARS took us off guard, SARS woke us up, we defeated it'

No matter how you look at it, it's not like 2023, it's more like 2003.

Could it be ...... Reborn yourself?