Chapter 2

Finish your meal.

Washed the dishes.

Clean up the kitchen.

Tang Qing is carrying two bottles of iced beer.

With a folding recliner, I came to the top of the rental house.

This building has 16 floors in total. They live on the top floor. It's very close, and few people come to the roof at night. It's very quiet, except for the whistle from afar.

Wang Qiang is talking to his wife.

I just found out about my pregnancy this month.

Baby can't.

Last week.

When Tang Qing received the news that Wang Yan was going to get married, she thought she could accept it calmly today, but it was obvious that when it happened, she could not cheat her heart.

Although he wanted to wish her happiness,

but he found that there was still a gloom in his heart that could not be dissipated for a long time, was he unwilling? Hate to part with or use? Or not? Or... This, perhaps is life!

Tang Qing consoled himself.

Although he knew it was all ghost talk.

How can a man deceive his heart.

Lie on the couch.

Look at the lights of the surrounding buildings.

As well as the far away city that has a little red sky, Tang Qing feels strange and far away. He feels that this city has nothing to do with him. Even Tang Qing feels like he wants to go back in the wind.

Think about this.

Tang Qing thought it was funny.

The common people who fart a little bit want to be immortal?

In the evening, it's almost the same to mend immortals.

He shook his head as hard as he could, dispelling the idea of "brain damage".

Take out the lighter.

Lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. He has been quitting smoking for five years. He took it from Wang Qiang and felt a strong burning sensation spread to his lungs.

"Cough, cough..."

He hasn't smoked for a long time.

But after all, I have been smoking for several years. After a few puffs, my body will get used to it.

His thoughts travel through time and space.

After graduating from junior high school.

Tang qingben thought that life would be more brilliant and beautiful.

However.

A car accident shattered his dream.

It was June 2005.

After the college entrance examination, he and Lin Jiaxue returned to their hometown.

After a night at Tang Qing's house.

Because Lin Jiaxue's grandmother lived a long life the next day, Tang Fu and Tang Mu decided to close the shop and have a rest for two days. However, an old and overloaded truck suddenly went out of control and hit their bus when it turned the corner.

The seats of village buses are all casual.

Where there is a seat.

Sitting in front of the parents and Lin Jiaxue died on the spot, while in the back of Tang Qing just a little concussion and a little fracture skin trauma.

For a moment.

I lost my most important people.

Unable to stand the blow, he fainted on the spot.

It was the next day when I woke up.

The next two days.

No one calls.

Just looking at the ceiling. It wasn't until the fourth day that he returned to his normal state and went out of the hospital, as if he had grown up suddenly and felt that he wanted to live a good life. Live for the dead.

Later.

With the help of his uncle and Lin's father, Lin's mother, and his parents' shop, he lived in the village until the University began, and then went to his uncle to get the notice to report.

Of course.

The driver and the passenger transport company ended up with some money.

But he didn't move a cent of the money. He kept it in the bank. He felt ashamed to spend a cent of it.

That's it.

A puff of smoke.

A sip of wine.

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

The joy of childhood, the ignorance of middle school, the decadence of University, the unhappiness of work, the expectation of parents, the regret of the past flashed in my mind like a movie.

Once naive and green.

Let now think of the corner of his mouth from time to time slightly up, sometimes can't help laughing out, but slowly, he has tears.

The car accident.

Inevitably in memory.

Once a childhood sweetheart, once a happy family, once full of hope, once a hook hanging for 100 years. They have all turned into clouds and smoke, floating like wind and dust...

Heartache.

There are not many people who have really experienced this feeling.

But that kind of unforgettable, that kind of heart like a knife, that kind of regret at the beginning, but hurt people deeply.

At this point.

Tang Qing can't tell whether he is crying or laughing.

These memories.

It's all about him.

It is also his most precious wealth.

"If only I could go back to the past!"

Tang Qing, already a bit confused, looked at the stars all over the sky and murmured.

That's it.

Tang Qing fell asleep slowly. What he didn't notice was that there was a crack in the space in front of him. Only a few people in the whole city felt that moment's slow thinking.

That night.

Tang Qing had a dream, a long dream.

He dreamed that he was back in senior three.

I saw my parents and Lin Jiaxue again, but he could only watch as a spectator.

Can't talk.

No action.

It's just a spectator. Seeing that the time of the accident is getting closer and closer, he can't change it. At last, he can only watch the tragedy repeat. The extreme sadness of that moment kicked him out of his dream.

"Ah!"

An awareness of ideas.

After taking over body control.

Tang Qing immediately sat up.

The sadness in the eyes hasn't changed. The heart is beating violently because of the stimulation. It can't be recovered for a long time.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead.

From time to time flashed in his mind the picture in his dream. Although it was a tragic ending, he felt the existence of his family almost real again. He was very happy.

"Eh? What's the taste? "

A strange and familiar smell came.

The brain instinctively automatically mobilizes all memories for comparison and discrimination. Obviously, the smell is familiar. It seems that it hasn't been smelled for many years, but it can't be remembered for a while.

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

But half a second.

Tang Qing's brain determines the source of the taste.

When he was in high school, he stayed with his uncle in the city.

My aunt often makes this kind of cake for him in the morning.

It's my aunt's unique skill. It's very delicious. But since he left jiangprovince, he never ate it again. In retrospect, saliva in his mouth is unstoppable.

But why does it taste like this at home?

Tang Qing is awake.

The focus of the eyes is slowly focused on the front.

At this time, he noticed the change of his environment. This is a small room of less than 10 square meters. His desk, wardrobe, electric fan, desk lamp and poster are familiar but unfamiliar.

Where is this?

The brain works fast to recall contrast.

It seems that he suddenly thought of something. Tang Qing suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. That's right. Isn't this his uncle's home in high school? Grandma Tang Qing has two children, his mother and uncle.

Tang Qing lived in his uncle's house in high school.

Qin Yugang, his uncle, is thirty-six years old. He became a policeman after the army was transferred.

At present, he is the deputy director of Chengnan police station.

It inherits the military's style of work, which is vigorous and vigorous. Due to his upright character, he doesn't care about the relationship between men and women.

Before Tang Qing was born again.

He is also just the director of the police station of Shili economic development zone and the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau of the Municipal Bureau. If there is no special chance, his career will be over.

In the end, it's nice to be able to get along and retire.

My aunt teaches Chinese in a primary school.

People are very kind and have two daughters. They always say they want to have a son, but they don't want to have one when they are old. They treat Tang Qingji as their own son.

Strange.

Uncle's house.

Not in 2015.

That is to say, when the old city was rebuilt the year before last, did the park be demolished and built?

Three houses were paid for this.

Although they are small, they are also very good.

Knowing that Tang Qing would never touch his parents' compensation, his aunt wanted to send him a set for marriage, but he refused. He knew that his aunt was all good people, but it was not so cheap.

What's more, he loves his family so much.

Did I cross?

This idea just appeared in Tang Qing's mind when he was shocked. He wanted to deny this absurd idea, but the scene in front of him confirmed the speculation again and again.

Tang Qing raised his hand and looked at his white arm and his school uniform pants. In order to confirm whether it was a dream or not, he learned that his predecessors pinched his arm severely.

Pain...

Looking at the bruise on his hand, Tang Qing, who was a bit unbelievable, slapped himself hard again

It's a real pain.

This is not a dream!

It's just that I feel so stupid. Why did I hurt myself twice.

"I'm a big I'll have a winter gun, Mary sugar fried chestnuts Tang Shun Shun Tucao make complaints about it.

He really went through it.

He looked up again and looked at the layout of the room carefully.

When he saw the hand tearing calendar time at the head of the bed, Tang Qing completely believed that it was Lin Jiaxue who gave it to him. According to her, it was the seasoning manufacturer who gave it to him. After a lot of gifts, he gave him one.

The red characters on the white background show: October 1, 2004, national day.

2004?

Tang Qinggang was 17 years old this year.

He turned from 30 to 17 as soon as he opened his eyes.

"I'm really back... Back to the age of 17... Junior high school just started... My parents and Lin Jiaxue are still here... Everybody... All alive... Live... It's so nice. " Tang Qing muttered to himself.

I have a thousand thoughts in my heart.

Tang Qing's nose is a little sour, and his eyes can't stop moistening, but his heart is crazy with joy. Once again, I can change everything, I can...

Ten minutes later.

Tang Qing lies on the bed easily.

Hands back to the back of the brain, looking at the Tianhua board, quietly combing the mood, the mood gradually stabilized.

Tell him about his 30-year-old experience.

If all this is true.

Then he must live a good life and not allow the tragedy to happen again. The powerlessness in that dream and the experience of previous life make him cherish this hard won opportunity.

"I want them all to have a good life." Tang Qing swore to himself.

"googoogoo..."

Tripe of Tang Dynasty