Chapter 1 Rebirth in the Flying Age

Reed roofs, I-beams, lime walls, large tile-roofed houses...

Opening his eyes, seeing this familiar scene, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Wu Tao's mouth.

Perhaps it was because of the middle-aged crisis. Recently, he always dreamed of the same scene, as if his soul had come out of his body, and he traveled retrogradely along the river of time, returning to the flying youth.

The scene in the dream became clearer and clearer each time. It was the year of the senior high school entrance examination, he lived alone in the dormitory of the off-campus water conservancy station, and he would see the scene every morning when he woke up.

But he is no longer surprised. Because he knows that this scene is illusory and short-lived, as long as he closes his eyes and wakes up again, he will return to reality.

Close your eyes, count one, two, three silently, then open them again, hey, that's weird!

This time, it was impossible to return to reality. Although his middle age was full of regrets and unbearable past events, it was unscientific after all!

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

This day is the day to fill in the volunteers for the senior high school entrance examination!

It was this wrong choice that led to his later failed life.

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

For junior high school students in later generations, it may not be possible to understand how the filling in of high school entrance examination volunteers will become a major node in the trajectory of life? Because they feel that key high schools, ordinary high schools, and vocational technical secondary schools are the undoubted order of choice.

But 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, technical secondary schools were the first choice for many outstanding rural students over key high schools.

The reason is very simple. One is that the tuition fees are very cheap, and the other is the distribution of work packages, which can even be assigned to some good units. The predecessor of the giant.

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

The children of the poor headed home early. Rural children have such an awareness since they were young, using public (state) money to learn their own skills, and then take part in work to share the burden of the family.

Wu Tao is one of them.

It's a pity that times are changing fast, and he never imagined that one year before his graduation, with the complete abolition of the public funding system for technical secondary schools, the once-hot technical secondary school graduates suddenly became unloved by grandma and unloved by uncles.

The world will always sigh lightly, this era is changing rapidly. But when it really falls on one's head one day, it is easy to overturn the three views, and it is easy to destroy the belief in life.

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

However, Wu Tao was lucky. Because of his excellent grades, he got on the last train assigned to the work package; but at the same time, he was unlucky. Not long after entering the post office, he encountered the separation of post and telecommunications. Due to a wrong choice, he worked so hard to stay in the postal service, which is called a state-owned enterprise, but actually declined quickly.

The iron rice bowl that he thought was delicious, suddenly became tasteless. Then a group of graduates with undergraduate halos poured in, blocking all possible paths for him to rise. Efforts are futile, because academic qualifications have become the first threshold on his way up!

He resigned resolutely, left Beijiang, and came to Jinling, where he worked part-time to support his family while applying for an adult undergraduate course. You can imagine the hardships you have suffered, and no one can complain about the tiredness you have suffered. The hard work paid off, and finally the clouds opened to see the sunrise. However, just when he had just made a small success, his family suddenly changed, and he became destitute again...

After several times of lingering so far, after the days are calm, he has already entered middle age.

He often thought that if he hadn't been influenced by his family's expectations when he applied for the senior high school entrance examination, and had followed his own inner choice, maybe everything would have been different...

With a sigh, Wu Tao came back to his senses, and asked strangely: Why is this 'dream' still there?

At this moment, a soul-striking voice came from outside the house: "Wu Tao, are you up yet?"

Wu Tao's figure was shocked, it turned out to be her! Even though he knew it was a dream, facing the owner of the voice, he still couldn't hold himself back.

Not long after, a perfect oval face appeared on the red lacquered wooden window sill. The long and neat bangs, the pure smile like a flower, like an RPG bazooka, hit him at close range, and precisely hit the only weakness deep in his heart.

"Well, An Rong, I'm getting up, just wait for me for a while, I'll be fine soon."

Ignoring the need to continue distinguishing the true from the false of the dream, Wu Tao hastily rolled over and got out of bed. Stepping on the cold mottled concrete floor with bare feet, a chill hits his forehead.

His whole body trembled, like waking up from a dream. Wu Tao found that everything in front of him hadn't changed.

This time the dream is extraordinarily long! But the thought of facing her—the invincible girl who has been dreaming about her for half her life, no matter how long it takes, is worth it.

"Hurry up, fill in the application form together today, don't be late, I'll wait for you outside." An Rong's voice came, wet and unquestionable.

"knew."

Putting on the really good trousers, buttoning the handmade leather belt, and putting on a plaid short-sleeved shirt, Wu Tao quickly walked to the wrought iron washbasin stand at the door.

Picking up the red bucket, poured most of the porcelain basin of well water, then scooped up a handful of water, carefully wet his face, and at the same time prayed secretly in his heart: Don't wake up at this time, I still want to see her voice and smile...

The coolness came into my heart, and Wu Tao thanked God excitedly, thank you for doing what I wish, and let the dream continue.

Looking up, in the mirror on the washbasin stand, there was an immature face with Chinese characters, the beard at the corner of the mouth was thick and yellow, and the dark eyes were particularly clear, with a faint trace of vicissitudes.

Thank you Young Sunshine, still handsome, for giving me the greatest courage.

The door was about to open, Wu Tao was standing behind the door, the young man's heart was beating like a long-lost heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, he was about to open the door when suddenly his right hand stopped in front of the lock.

After hesitating for a while, he turned around and scooped up a small handful of water. After wetting his hair, he styled an incomparably coquettish side-parted hairstyle.

The red lacquered wooden door opened in response, An Rong turned around gracefully, wearing a blue dress, two slender half-tube white stockings, a pair of milky white sandals, paired with a charming face that seemed to be smiling, as vivid as in memory And perfect.

"An Rong, you are so beautiful!"

The girl Qiong straightened her nose and said coquettishly, "Slick tongue! Hurry up, I'm going to be late soon."

The sunshine in May was a bit dazzling, Wu Tao followed An Rong's back and walked out of the corridor carefully, fearing that this real dream would disappear as soon as he saw the light.

Fortunately, no.

The two walked out of the gate of the Binhu District Water Conservancy Station one after the other, and the noise of the entire block suddenly rushed to their faces.

The roar of tractors emitting black smoke, the domineering screams of teenagers riding bicycles, mixed with the shouts 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 was not an illusory dream, but the real world.

'Have I been born again? ’ Because only this possibility is the most reasonable explanation, even though it is not scientific.

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