It's nearly September, and the heat in North China has not subsided. Fortunately, the sun has just risen in the morning, so it doesn't make people feel very hot.
Wei Qingfan stood on the balcony of his home, looking at the rising sun in the eastern sky, lost in thought.
The bright morning sun passes through the clouds, rendering layers of bright and magnificent glow with distinct colors that blend with each other. The endless plains and wilderness are dotted with large areas of farmland, and corn stalks that are already taller than a human are gathered into green fields in the field of vision.
green ocean.
There is a breeze blowing, the branches and leaves are swaying, and the blue waves are surging over. The sight is zoomed in to the houses in front of you. Two-story buildings and low bungalows are scattered here and there. Most of the former are brand new and beautiful, while most of the latter have shown signs of weathering.
The old traces of erosion together constitute the rural appearance next to the small county town in 2005.
"2005!"
Wei Qingfan stood stunned for a long time before sighing in his heart.
This is the second day of his "rebirth".
Just "yesterday", when he was still single after 30 years of age, he was once again forced to get married by his extended family when he went home for the Spring Festival and came to the balcony to enjoy the breeze.
Then, just like a movie special effect scene, I saw the night fade and fall, the sky light up and darken, and the sun rise from the west and set in the east.
After the magical and weird scene ended, he found himself back in the summer vacation before the start of his sophomore year of high school, the summer of 2005.
The more accurate time is August 19, 2005, which is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month.
This day is called "Hungry Ghost Festival" by Taoism, "Obon Festival" by Buddhism, and "half-July" among the people.
This kind of festival is called "Ghost Festival", but this common name does exist, probably because Taoism has a saying that the Zhongyuan Purdue Festival opens the gate of ghosts).
Wei Qingfan once thought he had seen a ghost, but after a day of "experience", he could basically confirm that it was not a dream or imagination, and it was real.
After accepting this reality, he began to try to think about how to re-plan his life.
"Woof~"
"Woof~"
The barking of a dog from downstairs interrupted his thoughts. Wei Qingfan lowered his head and saw the yellow dog he had adopted in elementary school and which he named "Huanghua" squatting in the yard and barking at him.
"You called..."
He was about to train the dog when he saw his father, who was more than ten years younger, walking into the yard, raised his head and said, "It's time to eat."
"……oh."
Wei Qingfan responded and quickly went downstairs. His parents had already served the food, so he sat down at the table and started eating.
The meal is relatively simple, consisting of a portion of fried shredded radish left over from last night, a portion of tomatoes mixed with sugar, a portion of pickled pickles, porridge cooked with dried sweet potatoes and rice, plus homemade steamed buns.
Wei Qingfan had a good appetite and quickly ate a steamed bun with porridge and another with pickles.
Dad Wei Peng looked at him for a few times, seemed to hesitate, and then said: "School is about to start. Don't go out to play all the time during this time. Write your summer homework. Don't wait until school starts.
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"Um."
Wei Qingfan nodded and said, "I understand. I'll write after dinner."
He had originally planned to review his homework for the first year of high school. No matter what he wanted to do in the future, no matter how ambitious he was, he could not avoid the college entrance examination.
If you compare life to cultivation, this is an opportunity to re-establish your foundation. You can't just repeat a year of study before getting a second-rate exam like in your previous life.
Wei Peng obviously did not expect that his son, who was in the rebellious period of youth, would react like this, and was slightly stunned.
He was originally worried that if he pushed him to do homework, his son might resent him and make him talk back and quarrel.
Looking at his son's face, which was still young but already showing much growth, he originally wanted to say a few words while his son seemed to be in a good mood, but he opened his mouth and held back, quietly picking up the plate of Wei Qingfan's food.
The candied tomatoes moved closer.
My mother Wang Shuhua asked: "How much have you written?"
Wei Peng glanced at his wife, wanting to remind her not to ask too many questions, so as not to provoke rebellion again, but he heard that his son had already answered:
"I don't remember how much I wrote, I'll check it out later."
The couple looked at each other, obviously not believing this statement which was no different from "lost" or "torn to pieces", but neither of them debunked it.
This son has been introverted since he was a child, but he is still well-behaved and obedient. He was even admitted to the best provincial key high school in the county. However, after entering high school, he became more and more ignorant. He often talked back and quarreled at home, did not study hard, and rented most books.
, playing games at Internet cafes...
I have argued, scolded, and tried to persuade, but it doesn't work, or even has the opposite effect.
During this process, the couple gradually realized the special nature of the so-called "rebellious period" and began to try to learn to get along and communicate well with their son at this stage.
Wei Qingfan knew that his parents didn't believe it and couldn't explain it. After dinner, he went to feed the dog, then went upstairs, found the textbook for the first year of high school, and started reviewing it from the relatively easy liberal arts.
He didn't expect to become a fat man in one sitting, so he planned to review the textbook knowledge first and build a relatively complete knowledge framework, so as not to understand everything at the beginning of school.
Just after flipping through two history books, there was a sudden noise outside. Wei Qingfan put down the book and walked out of the study. He found that the door of the spare room in the southwest was open. When he walked in, he saw his mother moving the wooden bed inside.
"What are you doing?" He hurried over to help.
Wang Shuhua took a breath and said: "Don't you want to rent out these two empty rooms? Your sister said that a classmate wants to rent a house. She will show them at noon and I will clean it."
"oh."
Wei Qingfan responded casually and helped move the bed. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "My sister's classmate is also a girl?"
"What's wrong with the woman?"
My mother obviously misunderstood, thinking that he was too introverted and unwilling or too embarrassed to have contact with girls. After all, boys and girls in the rebellious stage are weird, "You live in your room, and she lives in hers. I am a senior high school student who finishes school later than you."
, I went to school earlier than you, and we don’t see each other usually, so we don’t affect each other.”
After she finished speaking, seeing that her son was silent, she hesitated and said, "If you really don't want to rent, then forget it and tell your sister later."
"no."
Wei Qingfan quickly explained, "Why don't I want to? I'm just curious, why are you willing to rent it out again?"
His home is in the urban-rural fringe area on the edge of the county seat, and a ten-minute walk is to the high school he attends.
It is said that it was a private school in their village a long time ago, and later it was changed to "Fengcun Middle School", and then it was changed to the current "Yuanxian Middle School". It was once brilliant and was a famous first-class high school in the entire North China region, but then gradually declined.
But it is still the best in the county and the second provincial key middle school in the city.
If there are students in the school whose homes are far away and who don’t want to live in a hotel, they rent a room in a nearby resident’s home.
Wei Qingfan's home is a newly built building, and his family of three only moved in last year. Therefore, Wang Shuhua has refused to rent it out.
Wang Shuhua sighed softly and said: "It's empty, so I can earn some rent."
Wei Qingfan said: "Then rent it. As a senior high school student, you can ask questions if I don't understand them."
He helped his mother clean the room, while he was thinking about how to keep this senior who came to visit the house at noon.
If I guess correctly, the senior who came to see the house today should be a big guy!
This is a legend who started from scratch and has a net worth of several billions. He has appeared on the "China Forbes Youth Elite List Under 30", received the "Provincial Outstanding Entrepreneur Representative" commendation, and the company he founded has been selected into the "Top 100 Chinese Clothing Brands".
List".
Today in my previous life, I went to the Internet cafe to play games. I was not at home, and I missed the only opportunity in my life to hug someone.
——This is a strong proof that playing games will indeed delay your future, otherwise you might still have a chance to rely on your face to nourish your stomach.
After all, that senior sister is not only good-looking and capable, but she was also a school beauty when she was a student...well, that is, now, she is a school beauty selected in the school forum. She is beautiful and has a particularly good figure.
Of course, with the experience of later generations, what he values most is the potential of the other party. Rebirth does not mean omniscience and omnipotence. Meeting more capable friends may be a help in the future.
Only after experiencing the hardships of life can we better understand the weight of the saying "many friends, many paths".
After cleaning the two empty rooms, Wei Qingfan was forced to accompany his mother to tidy up the upstairs and downstairs, and he was sweating all over.
He went to the bathroom and scrubbed, and noticed that he still had unconventional long hair that could cover his eyes in the mirror, so he simply went out, went to a barber shop on the street in front of the school, and got a short haircut.
Looking at the young but handsome face in the mirror, Wei Qingfan finally liked it. He paid three yuan in a good mood and left the barber shop. He found that the senior high school students had finished school and the streets were full of students coming out of school.
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He walked back against the flow of people. As he approached the entrance of the alley, he saw his cousin Wei Qingchan walking through the crowd. The girl next to him had beautiful legs and was indeed the one he had seen at his elder sister's wedding.
thigh".
Girls develop earlier, and Wei Qingchan is one year older than Wei Qingfan, so her appearance is not much different from that of later generations.
She is about 165cm tall, slim, tall, delicate and beautiful. She is the center of attention wherever she goes.
But compared with the girl walking next to her at this time, it seemed a bit eclipsed.
This girl is much taller than Wei Qingchan. Her height is estimated to be close to 170cm. She wears a white T-shirt with a "three-dimensional" bear printed on the chest and whitish light blue jeans. When she walks, her long legs move staggeredly. T
The hem of the shirt occasionally touches her slender waist, outlining the well-developed body lines of a young girl, complementing her charming face and fair and delicate skin. Anyone who takes a glance in the crowd will be attracted to her first.
"Sister~"
Wei Qingfan confirmed the other party's identity and was sure of it. When Wei Qingchan came closer, he took the initiative to say hello from a distance.
"What are you doing here?"
Wei Qingchan seemed uncomfortable with this younger brother who suddenly had his hair cut short. She looked at him twice before saying, "Go to the Internet cafe again?"
Without waiting for Wei Qingfan to answer, she continued: "Let's make a deal first. I won't give you any money no matter what you say this time. If you go back to the Internet cafe to play games, your parents and my parents will blame me."
"..."
Wei Qingfan didn't know what to say for a while. He didn't remember that he had done this. Why did he sound like he did this all the time?