Chapter 1

Reed roof, I-beam, lime wall, big tile house

When he opened his eyes and saw the familiar scene, Wu Tao smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth.

Xu is due to the middle-aged crisis. Recently, he always dreams of the same scene, just like his soul out of the body, retrograde up the river of time and return to his flying youth.

Dream of that scene, more and more clear. That was the scene he would see when he woke up every morning when he lived alone in the dormitory of the water conservancy station outside the school in the middle school entrance examination year.

But he's not surprised. Because he knew that this scene was illusory and short. As long as he closed his eyes and woke up again, he would return to reality.

Close your eyes, count one, two, three, and then open it. Eh, it's strange!

I can't get back to reality this time. Although his middle age was full of regrets and unforgettable past events, it was unscientific after all!

For this unknown situation, Wu Tao was a little flustered. He noticed that the hand torn calendar on the wall printed: May 12, 1995, the year of 1911, Xinsi month.

This day is the day of filling in volunteers for the high school entrance examination!

It was this wrong choice that led to his subsequent failure in life.

So today is a major turning point in his life, very important!

For future generations of junior middle school students, it may be impossible to understand how the filling in of volunteers for the high school entrance examination will become a major node in the trajectory of life? Because they think that there is no doubt that the order of choice is key high school, ordinary high school, and then vocational secondary school.

However, in 1995, two years before the abolition of the secondary school public fee system, in many underdeveloped areas of the country, such as Beijiang City, secondary schools were the first choice for many excellent rural students above key high schools.

The reason is very simple. First, the tuition fee is very cheap. Second, the work package can even be assigned to some good units. For example, post and Telecommunications secondary school students were assigned to the post office at that time, which is the predecessor of the two giants of post office and telecommunications.

Such a temptation is irresistible for rural children with poor families.

Poor children are early masters. Rural children have such an awareness since childhood. They learn their skills with public (National) money, and then participate in work and share the burden of the family.

Wu Tao is one of them.

Unfortunately, the times have changed rapidly. He never expected that the year before his graduation, with the complete abolition of the public expense system of technical secondary schools, the once hot technical secondary school graduates have suddenly become painless to grandma and unloved by uncle.

The world will always sigh lightly that the times are changing rapidly. But when one day it really falls on itself, subverting the three views is light, and destroying life beliefs can be found everywhere.

After all, a rural family has worked hard to cultivate seedlings for more than ten years. If it's useless, it's useless. How can ordinary people stand it?

However, Wu Tao was lucky. Due to his excellent performance, he caught the last bus of work package distribution; But at the same time, he was unfortunate. Not long after entering the post office, he encountered the separation of post and telecommunications. Due to his wrong choice, he worked hard to stay in the postal service, which was called a state-owned enterprise and actually declined soon.

The iron rice bowl that thinks it's a pastry becomes chicken ribs in an instant. Then a group of graduates with undergraduate aura poured in, blocking all his possible ways to rise. Efforts are futile, because education has become the first threshold on his way up!

He resolutely resigned, left Beijiang and came to Jinling. While working to supplement his family, he applied for an adult undergraduate course. You can imagine the hardships you have suffered, and no one can complain about the tiredness you have suffered. Kung Fu pays off those who have a heart. Finally, the clouds open and the sun rises. However, when he had just made a small success, he was suddenly subjected to family upheaval and was once again destitute

After several wasted days, he has entered middle age.

He often thought that if he volunteered for the middle school entrance examination, he would not be influenced by the expectations of his family and follow his inner choice, maybe everything would be different

With a sigh, Wu Tao returned to his senses and wondered: why is this' dream 'still there?

Just then, outside the house came a voice that hit the soul directly: "Wu Tao, are you up?"

Wu Tao's body is shocked. It's her! Even though he knew that he was in a dream, he still couldn't hold himself in the face of the master of the voice.

Not long ago, a perfect melon seed face appeared on the red painted wooden windowsill. The long and neat bangs and pure dimples were like flowers, just like an RPG bazooka. It hit him at close range and hit the only weakness in his heart accurately.

"Well, an Rong, I'm up. Wait for me for a while. I'll be right away."

Unable to continue to distinguish the true and false dreams, Wu Tao hurriedly turned over and got out of bed. Barefoot on the cold mottled concrete floor, a chill rushed to the forehead.

The whole body was excited. It was like waking up from a dream. Wu Tao found that all this had not changed in front of him.

This dream is particularly long! But the thought of facing her - the invincible girl who has been haunted for half a life, no matter how long, is worth it.

"You hurry up. You can't be late. I'll wait for you outside." An Rong's voice came, and there was no doubt about it.

"I see."

Casually put on his Dacron trousers, buttoned his pure handmade cowhide belt and put on his Plaid short sleeved shirt. Wu Tao quickly came to the iron washstand at the door.

I picked up the red bucket, poured out most of the well water in the porcelain basin, then picked up a handful of water and carefully wet my wet face. At the same time, I prayed to myself: don't wake up at this time. I also want to see her voice and face

Cool into the heart, Wu Tao is excited to thank God. Thank you for letting the dream continue as I wish.

Looking up, in the mirror on the washbasin stand, a young Chinese character face was exposed. The beard at the corners of his mouth was fine and yellowish. His black eyes were particularly clear, vaguely adding a trace of vicissitudes.

Thank you, young sunshine, handsome still, for giving me the greatest courage.

It was about to open the door. Wu Tao stood behind the door. The young man's heart was beating. He felt his heart for a long time. Taking a deep breath, I was about to open the door when my right hand stopped in front of the latch.

After a little hesitation, he turned back and picked up a small handful of water. After wetting his hair, he took care of a coquettish partial hairstyle.

The red lacquered wooden door opened. An Rongqiao turned around, dressed in a blue dress, two slender half tube white silk stockings and a pair of milky white cool leather shoes, coupled with the charming face like an angry smile, it was as vivid and perfect as in memory.

"An Rong, you are so beautiful!"

The girl Qiong's nose was stiff and she said angrily, "you are smooth! Let's go. We'll be late soon. "

The sunshine in May was dazzling. Wu Tao walked carefully out of the corridor with an Rong's back, for fear that the real dream would disappear at the sight of light.

Fortunately, No.

They walked out of the gate of the water conservancy station in Binhu District one by one, and the noise of the whole block suddenly came to their faces.

The roar of black smoke tractors, the domineering screams of cyclists, and the cries of vendors on both sides of the street constitute a vivid picture of suburban life in the 1990s.

At this moment, Wu Tao suddenly realized that this is not an illusory dream, but the real world.

"Am I reborn?" Because only this possibility is the most reasonable explanation, although it is not scientific.