Looking down, the lawn on the ground is now dark, and two people can be seen lying on it.
The surroundings seemed to have been silent for a long time, and the noisy voices finally sounded. The originally dark building site, the lights began to shine brightly.
Someone came in a hurry, and someone was terrified on the phone. There were also people who took one look at the people on the ground and then turned around and vomited.
Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the corpse on the left. Dilapidated, blood-stained, tired and old-fashioned face and body are full of gray marks left by the squeeze of life.
This person's face... Qiu Mingquan shivered, it was obviously himself.
Yes, it is him. What exactly is going on?
Beside his body, there was another strange man.
Even in the dark night, you can still see clear eyebrows, a straight nose, and long eyebrows as thick as a sword's edge. His eyes were closed, and there was blood on his cheeks.
Who is this person?
The roar of the ambulance finally sounded sharply, and people in white coats rushed over, and the two people on the ground were carried on stretchers.
Qiu Mingquan's consciousness followed up blankly. In the narrow space of the ambulance, only a vague voice could be heard: "Who is it? Why is one well-dressed and the other only wearing a ragged vest?"
"It seems that one is the president of Shenchu Group, and the other is a construction migrant worker, I heard."
"Ah...that's it." The ambulance continued to be busy, and no one went to see the broken body that was dressed in rags and had completely lost its vital signs.
Qiu Mingquan looked blankly at himself in the ambulance, and finally remembered everything.
At night, he just sneaked to the roof of the unfinished building to enjoy the shade in order to save a little electricity bill. When he woke up, he saw two people arguing for no reason.
He slept in the shadow of the pile of debris next to him, and only stared blankly for a dozen seconds, one of them jumped up hysterically, and amidst the entanglement, the other fell off the tall building!
Murder, or miss, he didn't even see clearly, he rushed up without thinking, trying to grab that person.
Then, I tripped over something under my feet, barely grabbed the man's arm, and fell down with the huge inertia!
There is no replay of the legendary past events scene by scene, and there is no freeze-frame-like time freezing, only the panic of being lost.
He just... died? What kind of bloody bad luck is this?
The carriage shook violently, and Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw something tightly clutched in his left hand!
A jade pendant. Round and about the size of a quail egg, flat and warm.
—it wasn't his, and in his poor life he had never had the opportunity to wear any such flashy ornaments.
A moment ago, he grabbed the man's collar and fell from the air. The pendant was pulled from the man's neck and remained in his palm.
...It has to be returned to others, he thought vaguely.
Soon the ambulance arrived at the nearby hospital, and the doctors on duty began to panic.
Suddenly, a young man rushed over beside the stretcher and grabbed the handsome man's stretcher tightly.
"Brother Rui! Please don't die!..." He roared, his whole body fell into a state of hysteria, and big tears kept falling.
Seen from the side, this is a man with a beautiful face, but now, that delicate face is pale, like a ghost from hell.
Ah, by the way, just a moment ago, this voice was arguing fiercely, waking him up curled up on the rooftop!
"Please save him, doctor!..." The man staggered over and grabbed the doctor. Under the thin single eyelid, a pair of phoenix eyes are bloodshot.
Qiu Mingquan stared at him blankly. How could such a good-looking man be so cruel that he could push people downstairs?
"Falling from a building, severe multiple injuries!" A doctor rushed to Qiu Mingquan's body, began to check and give first aid, but quickly shook his head—the pulse could not be detected, the breathing stopped, the pupils were dilated, and there were no basic vital signs up.
"Doctor Liu, this wounded man is still a little conscious!"
Qiu Mingquan was a little dazed. At this time, he began to think vaguely, what should he do with the things behind him if he died now.
Grandpa suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed. He passed away more than ten years ago.
Grandma's eyes are not effectively controlled due to long-term diabetes, and she can hardly see. Who can take care of her when she lets go like this?
The sadness in his heart rose little by little, and the dull pain was like strong sulfuric acid, corroding the entire chest until it was so oppressive that he wanted to curl up.
On the rescue stage, the handsome man's eyes slightly opened.
His defocused eyes slowly turned to one side, looking at the lifeless corpse on the hospital bed next door.
He is looking at his hands!
I don't know why, although the handsome man didn't make a sound, Qiu Mingquan just had this feeling: he wants the piece of jade that belongs to him!
"No, cardiac arrest!"
Dazzling bright red suddenly sprayed out from the man's throat, and the electrocardiogram on the machine next to him beat violently for a few times, and then turned into a cold straight line.
At this moment, Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw a scene that made his hair stand on end for a moment.
The handsome man turned his eyes in one direction, and strangely met Qiu Mingquan's gaze in the air.
"You took my things, it was you!" His eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened.
He stared at Qiu Mingquan, his mouth obviously didn't move, but Qiu Mingquan heard a voice strangely: "You owe me your life. I will pester you!"
I'll give it back to you! I don't want your stuff—
The handsome man stared at Qiu Mingquan, his eyes suddenly became dark like an abyss, as if he was going to be swallowed whole...
"Ah!" Qiu Mingquan was sweating coldly, and woke up again in the middle of the night in 1988. Everything in the dream is vivid, as if it happened yesterday.
His small body curled up on the hard plank bed, and he tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, so as not to wake up the two old people on one side.
But the grandma who was sleeping on his right still woke up. The old man was old and didn't sleep deeply, and the children around him would feel the nightmare acutely in the narrow bed.
"Koizumi, are you in trouble again?" the old man turned sideways and asked.
For several days in a row, the child woke up from the dream every night, sometimes screaming, and sometimes trembling all over, but when asked what he dreamed, he said he couldn't remember.
The old man sighed in his heart. This child has been silent and seldom talked since he was a child, and he is not as clever and lovable as children of the same age.
When I picked him up just now, I couldn't see it, but the bigger it got, the more obvious it became.
This night I always have night terrors, trembling all over, and sticky cold sweat, don't be sick?
She reached out her hand worriedly to touch the child's forehead, and sure enough, there was a lot of sweat, even the temples were all wet.
"Grandma, I'm fine." Qiu Mingquan said in a very soft voice, his thin body straightened, his slightly trembling hand stretched out, and rubbed against grandma's arm comfortingly.
"En. Then sleep well, grandma is here." The old man felt that his forehead was not hot, so he was relieved and slowly fell asleep again.
Qiu Mingquan held his breath and tried his best to calm down his heavy breathing little by little.
In the dark night, he opened his eyes and looked at the old man beside him.
This was more than twenty years ago, and grandpa was still alive, lying on the other side and sleeping soundly. Grandma's face is not that old, and there is a clear gap with the old, sick and weak decades later.
Qiu Mingquan felt sore in his heart, and tears wanted to overflow.
After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window.
At night in the late 1980s, there were not as many lights as later generations.
This is the outskirts of Dongshen City, a small and poor settlement. From the small window, the night is very dark and pure, without dirty air pollution, and the distant stars are brighter than later generations.
Compared with the memories of the previous life, many things that have long been annihilated in his mind are in sharp contrast, making him full of bewilderment, but also full of irresistible curiosity.
A few days ago, he fell to his death from the top of a skyscraper in later generations, and his whole soul actually returned to the late 80s when he was a child, and returned to his original body.
... The rooftop, the quarrel. An unfamiliar handsome man with a terrifying look in his dying eyes.
Qiu Mingquan suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his fingers uneasily.
What's going on with all this?
There are computers and mobile phones everywhere, high-rise buildings that can't be seen at all now, and there are red wine and green flowers.
These memories are so vivid, the life trajectory of more than thirty years, and those miserable lives... No, no, that is not fake, absolutely not.
His hand trembled and reached for the pillow. At the touch, warm and delicate.
A cold and stern voice exploded in his heart instantly, filled with endless coldness and anger.
"My surname is Qiu, I'm warning you! If you dare to leave me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
Qiu Mingquan's hand quickly left the piece of jade. It really wasn't a dream!
The ghost of that handsome man has followed this life! ...
Yo, does this kid have a good eye, or is it just a coincidence?
As soon as I started, I picked the national gift pen that Commissioner Jiang visited the Soviet Union, and the hero 100, the model with the best reputation among the hero gold pens?
Qiu Mingquan seriously raised two exquisite pens to his eyes, in fact to confirm to Feng Rui: "Is it this one?"
"That's right, ask about the price." Feng Rui said lightly.
Wang Juan smiled reservedly: "Children, this Hero 100 fountain pen is 6.4 yuan, you can try it with ink. But this gold carving high iridium pen comes in a gift box, you can't dip it in ink, and it costs 18 yuan each. "
"Oh." The boy paused and asked accurately, "I want to buy two golden eagles, and eight heroes for 100. The total is eighty-seven yuan, right?"
"What? You want so much?" Wang Juan was startled and looked at him suspiciously.
"Yes." Qiu Mingquan nodded, carefully took out the money he just took out from his pocket, and spread it out on the counter.
"You count it, here is eighty-eight yuan."
Wang Juan was overjoyed, quickly picked up the abacus on one side, and typed a few times: "Oh my little friend, you are right! It is eighty-seven yuan!"
She hurriedly opened the small cabinet at the back, took out all the pens that Qiu Mingquan had named to buy, and brought out the corresponding high-end gift pen cases, found a newspaper graciously, and wrapped ten velvet pen cases together.
"Thank you, auntie." Qiu Mingquan obediently bowed to her, extremely polite.
Wang Juan counted the money happily, stretched out her hand and pulled an iron clip over her head, clamped all the counted money on the clip, and then stretched out her hand, the iron clip flew away from the wire above her head with the money. Accounting Cashier Office.
Soon, the cashier on this floor who was sitting on the high stool finished counting, issued an invoice, found a few dimes, and immediately passed the money back along the wire.
Looking at the back of Qiu Mingquan's departure, Wang Juan was very happy in her heart: ——This early in the morning, I have done a few days of turnover!
Holding the pen that I bought in exchange for everything, it was almost eleven o'clock. Qiu Mingquan found a small food stall under the bridge opposite the boutique shopping mall, bought a bowl of tofu flower and hurriedly filled his stomach, then started to catch the return bus and headed out of the city.
There were not many people in the car, so he carefully took out the small notebook and looked at the time and date recorded on it: Zhenghong Elementary School, Parents' Meeting, January 10th, is today.
The road was bumpy, and when it was almost one or two o'clock in the afternoon, he finally arrived at Zhenghong Primary School.
It was the appointed time for the parent-teacher meeting, and a large number of parents came to the gate in twos and threes. Most of them walked, and some rode bicycles. The grand scene of piles of cars blocking the school gate in later generations was not seen at this time.
Qiu Mingquan stood alone at the school gate, and suddenly his face turned red. In later generations, he was doing physical work, doing business and shouting, and he had never done it at all.
Feng Rui waited for a long time, then said helplessly: "If you don't move, are you going to throw all the 80 yuan principal into your hands!"
"Will...or, you come to my body?"
President Feng Da was furious: "You have a good idea! The most I can do is hack people up for you, and you still want me to help you work?"
Qiu Mingquan gritted his teeth, and finally ran to the most conspicuous place at the school gate, put his schoolbag on the ground, and put all the beautiful pen cases on it.
Several parents walked past him and looked at the ground in surprise, and someone let out a "Huh".
Different from the cheap pens in ordinary stationery stores, these pens all come in very exquisite black velvet boxes. If you look closely, the body of the pens is also very beautiful.
Some are engraved with golden carving patterns, some are silver pen caps with maroon pen bodies, and some are all silver, all lined up in the sun, shining dazzlingly.
"Look at it. Hero Gold Pen, this is the latest nib made of 14K gold, and it is the best-selling model!" Qiu Mingquan mustered up his courage, and said to the two or three parents who were looking down.
Although the voice is not loud, but I recited it several times on the way here, and it is not too stuttering.
One of the middle-aged men had a gentle face, pushing black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Oh, I heard an advertisement on the radio this morning, saying that Commissioner Jiang was going abroad to give a hero pen as a gift."
Qiu Mingquan nodded excitedly, and quickly picked up the only two 50-type gold carving high-iridium pens: "Yes, uncle, you know what you have, this is it!"
"Oh!" The parents who were about to walk away stopped curiously, looking at the glittering golden pen in his hand, their hearts were moved.
The middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses smiled: "Little brother, why do you have so many pens?"
Qiu Mingquan bit the bullet and said: "Uncle and aunt, buy a fountain pen for your children as a reward. Hero fountain pens are fashionable now, and gold pens will soon be in short supply."
Hey, such a young child is actually a businessman?
Several parents were all taken aback.
Not long after that special period, buying and selling, and doing business for profit, even in Dongshen City, where the financial awareness is relatively advanced, are still rare.
The vast majority of people are still proud of working in state-owned enterprises, and there are not many who are willing to go to sea, let alone such a young child?
"Where did you get this money from?" Someone asked suspiciously.
Under Feng Rui's guidance, Qiu Mingquan was already prepared, and quickly took out the invoice issued in the morning and shook it, revealing the official seal of the boutique shopping mall: "Uncle, I just bought the goods from the big shopping mall this morning. Look, it's guaranteed to be genuine."
Several parents no longer doubt that in this era of material shortage, these things can only be made by state-owned factories, so they want to buy fake products, but there is no place to buy them.
"Then, how do you sell this money?"
"Not expensive..." Qiu Mingquan said according to the words Feng Rui made up for him, "This kind of high-end gold carving national gift pen is very high-end, and it is very face-saving as a gift or for personal use. It is 28 yuan a piece. The Hero 100 Gold Pen is the most well-received and the most cost-effective, at 8.8 yuan."
Mr. Feng, isn't your price a bit sleazy, and the price has been increased by 30 to 40%?
Can this be sold? You must know that people in this era are living on tight wages, and their lives are not rich!
Sure enough, a middle-aged woman immediately yelled: "Oh, it's so expensive! You are so young and unscrupulous, you must have added a lot of price!"
"Auntie, I'm not going to hide it from you, I just make some money for running errands." Qiu Mingquan said eagerly.
"It's quite far from the city. You have to go back and forth to get a bus ticket. If you can't make it all morning, you have to have a meal outside. Also, you have to ask for leave to buy this, and your salary will be deducted."
"I can't go on weekends, why are you in such a hurry." The woman curled her lips meanly.
Qiu Mingquan smiled, and looked at her sincerely with deer-like eyes: "I'm going today, and I only have these last few left. If you go on Sunday, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy them."
This is extremely baseless, he is simply a profiteer full of lies, but Feng Rui sneered in his heart: "This is not a lie, just say it."
Feng Rui remembered very clearly that the advertisement for the hero fountain pen was quite big back then, and the radio and newspapers went into battle at the same time. Not long after, the hero fountain pens in major shopping malls in Dongshen City were out of stock on a large scale.
The children of many families are proud of having a valuable high-end hero gold pen. Even Feng Rui's mother once went late and failed to buy it. It happened that some foreign relatives returned to China, so they brought two pens from the counter in Hong Kong at that time. Give him a gold pen.
There are more and more parents around, and the advertisements on TV at this time are far from being as indiscriminate as later generations. The round of intensive advertisements for Hero Pen left a deep impression on many people.
But after looking at it, some people also picked it up and looked around, but no one paid for it.
The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and sneered: "You kid, you are doing speculative things! This time and again, the price will increase when you change hands. I think you are more courageous than a thief. Believe it or not, the police can arrest you! "
Qiu Mingquan looked at her with dark eyes, without saying a word.
It was the middle-aged man who spoke, with a gentle voice: "That's not what you said, big sister. 'Let some people get rich first' is what Comrade Xiaoping said three years ago. Invigorating the economy and circulation is a good thing, not a crime."
His tone was calm, but powerful, and he looked like a knowledgeable and cultural person. When he said that, the middle-aged woman was awkward, so she stopped talking.
It wasn't until a crisp bell rang that all the parents hurried away and rushed to their children's classrooms to start the parent-teacher meeting time.
Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the empty school gate, and asked in a low voice in his heart, "Why don't we lower the price when they adjourn later?"
"Don't drop a penny." Feng Rui said coldly, "Are you questioning my pricing strategy and business decision?"
Qiu Mingquan felt distressed: he still had a decisive strategy. If he didn't know, he thought it was a multi-million dollar business.
It's over, I'm afraid these pens will be completely smashed in my hands!
President Feng's voice became even colder: "A few million are nothing. The contracts I signed before were worth hundreds of millions. Besides, pricing decisions have nothing to do with tens of dollars or tens of millions. In the end, What affects the result is nothing more than the human heart. Do you understand?"
I don't understand... Qiu Mingquan answered silently in his heart.
"It's right if you don't understand." Feng Rui was about to say venomously, "So you can only work at a construction site", but for some reason, he paused and proudly changed his words, "If you don't understand, you have to learn, you know?" ?”
Then he felt in a trance that his body seemed to lighten up a little bit, and he flew to a high place.
Looking down, the lawn on the ground is now dark, and two people can be seen lying on it.
The surroundings seemed to have been silent for a long time, and the noisy voices finally sounded, and the lights on the originally dark building site began to shine brightly.
Someone rushed over, someone was terrified on the phone. There were also people who took one look at the people on the ground and then turned around and vomited.
Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the corpse on the left. Dilapidated, blood-stained, tired and old-fashioned face and body are full of gray marks left by the squeeze of life.
This person's face... Qiu Mingquan shivered, it was obviously himself.
Yes, it is him. What exactly is going on?
Beside his body, there was another strange man.
Even in the dark night, you can still see the clear eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the long eyebrows are as thick as the edge of a sword. His eyes were closed, and there was blood on his cheeks.
Who is this person?
The whistle of the ambulance finally sounded sharply, and people in white coats rushed over, and the two people on the ground were carried onto stretchers.
Qiu Mingquan's consciousness followed up blankly, and in the narrow space of the ambulance, only a vague voice could be heard: "Who is it? Why is one well-dressed and the other only wearing a ragged vest?"
"It seems that one is the president of Shenchu Group, and the other is said to be a construction migrant worker."
"Ah...that's it." The ambulance continued to be busy, and no one looked at the broken body that was dressed in rags and had completely lost its vital signs.
Qiu Mingquan looked blankly at himself in the ambulance, and finally remembered everything.
At night, he just sneaked to the roof of the unfinished building to enjoy the shade in order to save a little electricity bill. When he woke up, he saw two people arguing for no reason.
He slept in the shadow of the pile of debris next to him, and only stared blankly for a dozen seconds, one of them jumped up hysterically, and amidst the entanglement, the other fell off the tall building!
Murder, or miss, he didn't even see clearly, he rushed up without thinking, trying to grab that person.
Then, I tripped over something under my feet, barely grabbed the man's arm, and fell down with the huge inertia!
There is no replay of the legendary past events scene by scene, and there is no freeze-frame-like time freezing, only the panic of being lost.
He just... died? What kind of bloody bad luck is this?
The carriage shook violently, and Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw something tightly clutched in his left hand!
A jade pendant. Round and about the size of a quail egg, flat and warm.
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