July 12, 1987, Sunday, evening.

Sunny, no wind.

In this sweet era, the moon on the 17th lunar calendar looks particularly bright, and it looks like a woman...

Bah, Bah, Lao Ding, what are you thinking? It's a bit dirty!

Ding Zhiyuan despised himself in his heart, withdrew his eyes from the round moon, shook his head hard, and sweat splashed everywhere.

Hot, hot to the dog.

No, back to this era when power outages and lights are unwilling to leave, Ding Zhiyuan really feels that he is not as good as the wolf dog under his feet. After all, he doesn't have that long tongue to dissipate heat.

Although I really wanted to kick this beast, after thinking about it, Ding Zhiyuan gave up.

He was sweating like rain when he was breathing, so he was too lazy to move.

Silently reciting, my heart is calm, but Ding Zhiyuan can't calm down.

I was pouring and drinking myself at home and tasting my own brewed liquor. I didn't know what happened. After a moment of dizziness, I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the ground with a circle of people around me.

After he talked nonsense for a while, Ding Zhiyuan finally confirmed that he seemed to have returned to the age of seventeen.

Ding Zhiyuan still remembers the age of seventeen.

That year, my father passed away and my family returned to the pre-liberation overnight.

That year, he took the college entrance examination. Although his grades were not very ideal, he was lucky and still got into the target university.

In order to reduce the burden on his family that year, he dug sand in the river for more than a month under the scorching sun, but fainted from heatstroke on the first day of digging the river.

When he woke up under the willow tree on the river bank, time flew back to the summer 35 years ago.

In the summer of 1987, he happened to be seventeen years old, an age that was both ignorant and ready to move.

The hair is shiny and dense, with clear vision, no periarthritis of the shoulder, and no cervical spondylosis. The two arms are strong and powerful, the vaguely visible four-pack abdominal muscles, and the meniscus is intact.

What makes Ding Zhiyuan most happy is that this young and lively body has a good waist!

As the saying goes, men should be good at waists and women should be good at mouths.

A good waist is really important for a man. Only by losing it can you know the preciousness. Ding Zhiyuan has the most say in this. If you say too much, you will cry!

The front, back, left and right twisted 360 degrees, like a bearing with lubricating oil, without any sluggishness, good!

Of course, you should also give a thumbs up to your home brewing wine, and you should also give a big thumbs up to the formaldehyde in your home brewing wine!

After only a moment of happiness, a faint worry quietly climbed into Ding Zhiyuan's heart.

In his previous life, Ding Zhiyuan planned to marry his girlfriend after graduation from his master's degree, but he only had a master's degree, no money, no house, and no car. If he wanted to marry a Shanghai girl, he was simply a toad who wanted to eat swan meat.

He was awakened by the cruel reality and returned to school silently. While working as a teacher, he studied for a doctorate. After a few years after graduating from his doctorate, he could not stand his poverty and loneliness. Under the instigation of his friends, he quit his job and started his business.

There were only three people when the company was established, and Ding Zhiyuan was mainly responsible for technology in the company.

In the first few years, in order to make the company survive, everyone worked overtime day and night, and the salary of the startup company was not high, so they could only make a living. Ding Zhiyuan didn't have the energy to fall in love with the brink of things.

With his conditions at that time, there was no shortage of women, but he didn't meet anyone who really moved him. So even though he was in his thirties, he still filled in the marital status column with "unmarried".

It was not until the fall of 2006 that he went to his alma mater to recruit and preach, and met a junior.

He was immediately captured by this sweet-looking and stingy Yuzhou girl. Her heart, which had been deposited for many years, instantly rejuvenated for the second spring.

That year he was thirty-six and she was nineteen.

He has graduated from undergraduate for fifteen years and she is in her sophomore year.

He called her classmate Xu, and she called him Senior Ding.

Later, he called her Xiao Jingjing affectionately, and she called him Uncle Dading mischievously.

Half a year later, in the spring of 2007, the two got married with their son, and their son was born at the end of the year.

Although the age difference is nearly twenty years old, the relationship between the old couple and the young couple has always been very good.

After getting married, he called her little fairy, and she called him Daddy.

With a harmonious family and a prosperous career, Ding Zhiyuan feels that he is twenty years younger.

Especially when the company went public in 2015, as the company's CTO, his financial freedom is within reach.

Although he only had a tiny stake after multiple rounds of financing dilution, his stock market value was still quite considerable.

After the lockdown period, most of the shares he held will be sold and cashed out, and gradually withdrew from the company's management.

After retirement at the age of fifty, he lived a shameless world with his little wife.

On weekdays, I read books, fish, exercise, play ball, brew wine, and occasionally accompany my little wife to go shopping. When I get excited, I will take a trip that I can go without saying goodbye.

The old couple and young wife are in love with each other, and their lives are extremely smooth and moist.

The two discussed preparing to have a second child, and it would be better to have a baby little cotton jacket, but unexpectedly they were ruined by a few cups of homemade white wine.

That feeling was just like Mr. Ge said, taking his wife out of the city, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly he was robbed by the bandits.

You say it's annoying!

What worries him is, what should I do if my little wife and her son who just entered high school after he died?

What made him even more frustrated was whether his little wife would remarry with her son, and her son called him a strange man called Dad?

It’s not that Ding Zhiyuan is not confident about his relationship with his little wife, nor is it that he is dirty. It’s because his little wife is only 36 years old this year, and she is as old as a peony, and she is still alive!

When Ding Zhiyuan felt pain in his heart when he thought of another man living in his villa, spending his hard-earned money, sleeping with his beautiful little wife, and hitting his biological flesh and blood!

If God gives him another chance, Ding Zhiyuan will never drink his own wine!

He wanted to go back, and after thirty-five years, he would continue to live a shameless and happy life with his little wife.

However, when he sat on the river bank for an afternoon, no miracle happened until dark, and finally he had to accept the reality and go home with people from the same village.

"If you don't let you go, you will turn it over. I haven't done any work since I was a child, so what can I do!

If you have a few things, how can I be worthy of your father! Don't go in the future!"

My mother Li Chunmei learned from the people in the same village that Ding Zhiyuan fainted from heatstroke in the river. She felt so distressed that she wiped her tears, and her tone couldn't help but feel heavier.

In recent years, Ding Zhiyuan has become accustomed to a pampering life. On the way back, he has decided not to dig river sand.

Not only does it take to dig river sand to death, but you still earn less, as much as three or four yuan a day, as little as one or two yuan.

In my previous life, I dug sand in the river for more than a month and only earned about 100 yuan in total. The investment is large and the income is small, and the cost-effectiveness ratio is too high, which is not worth it.

But before, he ignored Li Chunmei's opposition and wanted to go there, and was worried that he would not know how to speak up. At this time, Li Chunmei's words just gave him a step, so he responded casually.

Li Chunmei didn't think much about it, so she pulled Ding Zhiyuan to check it out, and found that her son had nothing to do with it, so she breathed a sigh of relief to make dinner.

Today is Ding Zhiyuan's father Ding Mingxin's "Qiqi".

According to custom, people must burn the "July 7" after death before they are buried. However, only wealthy families have the conditions to stay for so long. Ordinary families do not pay so much attention. If they are really parked according to customs for forty-nine days, people will be smelly long ago.

Therefore, in rural areas, they are usually buried after the first seventh period, and in some places they are even buried only for three days.

Although it will not stop for so long, there must be rituals that should be there. On July 1, you have to burn some money to buy roads for the dead.

After dinner, Ding Zhiyuan helped Li Chunmei make money on the burning paper.

The little sister Ding Zhimei is young and doesn't know how to write the word "呶". She squatted beside her and chattered about the school. Li Chunmei slapped her twice on her back, which made her calm down.

Seeing that the little girl was pursed and her face was unhappy, Ding Zhiyuan smiled and rubbed her head.

I saw this little girl since I was a child. She will never grow up. Even if she is in her forties, she is the mother of two children, and she is still a person who doesn't know how to worry.

But, that's great!

Ding Zhimei is 11 years old and is still in elementary school. Ding Zhiyuan has an older brother named Ding Zhiwei, two years older than him. He joined the army three years ago. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be demobilized and returned home by the end of this year.

Ding Zhiwei performed well in the army and won the first-class collective merit in wartime and the second-class individual merit in wartime. He had the opportunity to stay in the army, but because of his lame legs, he could only retire in disgrace.

Ding Zhiwei has only made a lot of contributions but cannot find a wife. This is quite similar to Ding Zhiyuan, who is worthy of being a brother.

It was not until the age of 30 that Ding Zhiwei married a second-married woman with a child in the neighboring village.

In Ding Zhiyuan's opinion, the three brothers and sisters, if you want to know who is the most blessed, it must be this little girl who will never grow up.

Li Chunmei lit paper under the big locust tree in front of the door, and pulled the fire with a wooden stick, while talking to Ding Mingxin across the air.

The place where Ding Zhiyuan was born and raised was called Lijiazhuang. As the name suggests, every household in Lijiazhuang's surname is Li, and the Ding family is the only foreigner in Lijiazhuang.

Ding Zhiyuan's grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor. Before liberation, he opened a small clinic in the city. His life was less than the best.

But fortune is due to misfortune. In 1962, Ding Mingxin accidentally failed the college entrance examination, but he had no choice but to respond to the national call to go to the countryside.

After coming to Qucheng County, Ding Mingxin was disliked by all kinds of dislikes due to his background. Other educated youth were stolen, and he was the only one who wanted it.

Finally, the old secretary of Lijiazhuang picked up a bargain and secretly took him back.

Lijiazhuang is one of the poorest and most remote villages in Qucheng County. People feel disgusted with Lijiazhuang.

Before Ding Mingxin came, the person with the highest education in Lijiazhuang graduated from elementary school. After Ding Mingxin came, he directly raised the highest education in the village by two levels and became the only high school student in a village of 10 miles away.

The old secretary treated Ding Mingxin as a treasure and was reluctant to let him go to the field to work, so he arranged for him to be an accountant. After learning that he could also order medical treatment, he also asked him to become a village doctor.

At that time, there was no barefoot doctor. The villagers had to travel more than ten miles to the commune's health station for medical treatment.
To be continued...