Chapter 2 Rebirth

finished eating.

do the washing up.

Tidy up the kitchen.

Tang Qing carried two bottles of cold beer and a deck chair, and came to the roof of the rental house. There were few people here and it was very quiet.

last week.

When I received the news, I thought I could accept it calmly, but obviously, when it really happened, I couldn't deceive my heart.

I want to wish her happiness.

But.

He found that there was still a gloomy air in his heart, which could not be dissipated for a long time, was he unwilling? Is it reluctant? Still can't let go? still. . .

This!

Maybe it's life!

only.

so bitter!

. . .

on the recliner.

Looking at the city lights, Tang Qing suddenly felt like he wanted to ride the wind back home.

Think about this.

Kind of funny.

Do you still want to become an immortal for a commoner who has a big fart? Even in the mind. . . Well, after so many years of disappointment, can't expect too much.

Take out the lighter.

Light a cigarette.

"Suck!"

Take a deep breath. He had quit smoking for five years, and he took it from Wang Qiang, and only felt a strong burning sensation spread to his lungs.

"Cough cough cough..."

After getting used to it, I lay on my back, looking at the dark night, my eyes blurred, and my thoughts traveled through time and space.

back to the youth

After graduating high school.

Tang Qing thought that life would be more splendid and beautiful.

However.

A car accident shattered his dreams. In June of 2005, after filling out the volunteers, he and his childhood sweetheart Lin Jiaxue returned to their hometown and county.

the next day.

Thanks to Lin Jiaxue's grandmother's birthday.

Tang's father and mother decided to close the store for two days. An old and overloaded truck suddenly lost control and hit the passenger car they were riding while turning a corner.

"boom!"

The seats of the village bus are all casual.

The parents sitting in the front, and Lin Jiaxue died on the spot, while Tang Qing in the back only suffered a concussion and a little fractured skin.

For a moment.

relatives.

spouse.

Both lost.

He passed out on the spot and woke up the next day.

The next two days.

Nobody cares.

Just staring at the ceiling stupidly.

It was not until the fourth day that he recovered and was discharged from the hospital. He seemed to have grown up suddenly and felt that he had to live a good life. Live for them who are gone.

. . .

certainly.

The driver of the accident and the passenger transportation company also accompanied some money in the end.

But he didn't move any of the money, it was stored in the bank, and he felt heartache when he spent a penny of this money.

that's it.

A puff of smoke.

A sip of wine.

Tang Qing recalled the first half of his life little by little.

Childhood joy.

The ignorance of middle school.

The decadence of college, unsatisfactory work, parents' expectations, past regrets, and past events flashed through my mind one by one like a movie.

Childish and youthful once.

When he thinks of it now, the corners of his mouth rise slightly from time to time, and sometimes he can't help but laugh, but slowly, he has already burst into tears.

Heartache.

Not many people have really experienced it.

But that kind of unforgettable, kind of heart like a knife, that kind of regret, but it hurts deeply.

gradually.

He fell asleep.

What I didn't notice was that the scale was suddenly full in my mind, and the whole world was stagnant.

. . .

this night.

Tang Qing had a dream, a very long dream.

"Huh? It smells good?"

Confused.

An unfamiliar yet familiar smell came over.

The brain instinctively and automatically mobilizes all memories for comparison and discrimination. Obviously, the taste is very familiar and deeply imprinted in the memory.

Can be biased.

Can't remember for a while.

"By the way, this is the taste of the scallion pancakes made by my aunt."

Just half a second.

The brain determines the source of the flavor.

high school.

He has been staying at his uncle's house in the city. This is his aunt's specialty. It's very delicious, but how can there be such a smell at home?

Open your eyes.

The focus of the eyes slowly focused on the front.

At this moment.

Only then did he notice the change in the environment he was in. This was a small room of less than ten square meters, with desks, wardrobes, fans, lamps, and posters.

familiar.

But unfamiliar.

Ah!

"I'm sure I haven't woken up yet." Tang Qing smiled bitterly, tilted his head, saw a book beside the bed, took it out, it was a math book from the third year of high school, and flipped through it a few times.

"It's quite real!"

formula.

number.

It looks very logical.

"Snapped!"

I just flipped through it casually, but when one didn't hold it firmly, the book slammed into the face. At that moment, Tang Qing suddenly realized something and sat up in shock.

"what!"

moment.

Tang Qing didn't even spare his brother, and after a bit of destruction, he was sure that this was not a dream.

Sudden.

what came to mind.

Open your eyes and look around, yes, isn't this the uncle's house where you live in high school? Grandma Tang Qing has two children, his mother and uncle.

Throughout high school, Tang Qing lived at his uncle Qin Yugang's house.

After changing jobs.

Uncle became a policeman.

Currently.

Deputy director of Chengnan police station.

Inherited the military style of vigorous and resolute, because of uprightness, but also disdain the relationship between slapping horses and running.

Before Tang Qing's rebirth, he only served as the deputy director of the city bureau. If there is no chance, his career will probably end here.

at last.

It would be nice to have a half-level retirement.

My aunt taught Chinese at an elementary school.

Very kind.

She gave birth to two daughters, and she kept talking about giving birth to a son, but she didn't want to give birth to her when she was old. She treated Tang Qing very well and treated him as her own son.

later.

The house was demolished and three suites were lost. The uncle wanted to give him one for marriage, but Tang Qing didn't want it.

. . .

Reborn!

soon!

Tang Qing finally confirmed this fact.

"I'm too big... I'm a midwinter gun, Maria candy and fried chestnuts..." Tang Qing spit out an unexplained remark.

He was really reborn.

behind the door.

See the torn calendar.

Tang Qing completely believed that this was given to him by Lin Jiaxue. According to her, it was given by the seasoning manufacturer. After a lot, she gave him one.

Red characters on a white background: October 1, 2004, National Day.

year 2004?

Tang Qing was just 17 years old this year.

. . .

a long time.

calm demeanor.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The stomach began to protest.

Get up.

go out.

Pushing open the door of the room, what you see is the very familiar living room, the old sofa, the old color TV and the old dining table and chairs.

past life.

Having lived here for three years, everything is so familiar.

Three rooms and one hall.

It was bought four years ago. It turned out that the two bedrooms and one living room could not live in them at all, and the two daughters were also grown up, so it was not suitable for them to be crowded together.

later.

Tang Qing moved in, and the two sisters squeezed into the same room again.

today.

National Day.

He remembered.

In the past life today, my uncle's family went to my aunt's mother's house. In the county below, they left very early, and they won't come back until October 5th in four days.

"Um!"

"good to eat!"

Eating scallion pancakes.

Drink warm milk.

Thinking that relatives and lovers are still there, and even seeing Lin Jiaxue later, Tang Qing felt an unprecedented peace of mind, and a sense of happiness emerged spontaneously.

finished eating.

Tang Qing began to clean the room.

past life.

When he was at his uncle's house, he seldom cleaned.

Even his own room is usually cleaned by his aunt and cousins. In many cases, even the clothes are washed by two cousins. Now I think about it.

Tang Qing felt speechless and guilty.

"You pig, forget it if you're lazy." Tang Qing said to himself.

After half an hour.

Finished cleaning.

Tang Qing lay back on the bed again.

daze!

I wondered in my heart: Did you smash and rebirth yourself?

Goldfinger is coming.