It's great that I can be reborn

However, Zhang Fan at this moment, in this heavy rain, looked at the bright red umbrella above his head, and he could clearly feel his heart beating violently.

He was very angry because the taxi he hailed was robbed by a middle-aged aunt who didn't forget to look back at him before getting into the co-pilot.

This is the winner showing off to the loser, her eyes and expression are telling three words.

"I won."

"Okay! Count yourself as ruthless."

Zhang Fan watched the yellow taxi disappear from sight, and immediately took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, while repeating silently the license plate number he just wrote down.

He must complain about this bad driver.

"Obviously I was the first, whether it's beckoning or walking forward. But why did you drive the car four or five meters ahead of course after you stretched your head to look at me, and stopped at to an old lady."

It's just that he was silent after taking out his mobile phone, because he obviously didn't know the number of the complaint number.

After taking a deep breath of the cold and humid air, the anger in Zhang Fan's heart was not as strong as before.

"Forget it, don't take it seriously." Zhang Fan comforted himself.

Then he walked towards the bus stop about ten meters away from him. He had been competing with himself just now.

"I don't believe that Zhang Fan, as a reborn person with the Shenhao system, can't hail a taxi? Don't you all see my protagonist's halo?"

As a result, there really wasn't a single taxi willing to take him.

Zhang Fan could only watch others get off the car and watch them get in the car.

Most of the people who got off the bus opened their umbrellas with flustered expressions, while most of the people who got on the bus looked happy.

Without paying attention, he brought himself into the identity of a passer-by again.

Fortunately, a bus pulled into the platform at this time, and Zhang Fan didn't want to rush up like those uncles and aunts in front of him.

As the protagonist, you must have a calm demeanor.

Then he could only watch a stylishly dressed young woman standing in front of the bus door, looking at him with disgust, for fear that his wet clothes would wet her fashionable clothes.

Just when Zhang Fan was hesitating whether to stand up or not, a middle-aged man in a blue raincoat and a yellow straw hat, carrying two bamboo baskets of fruits, passed him and squeezed up.

"I can't sit down anymore." The young woman frowned dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man put down the bamboo basket, wiped the rainwater off his face with his hands, and said with a smile, "It was just squeezed."

As for Zhang Fan?

He has stood on the platform again.

After seeing the bus pull out of the station, he adjusted his station position while recalling the location where the bus stopped just now in his mind.

If you want not to be crowded, you have to be one step ahead.

Yet he was still too young.

When another bus was about to pull into the platform, Zhang Fan saw the rest of the people scrambling to get ahead of him.

He also didn't care about the calmness of the protagonist, and pushed forward.

it's getting dark.

The darkness here refers to the darkness in time, because the sky in reality is already dark.

After several hours of dawdling, Zhang Fan finally plucked up the courage to meet his former parents.

There is a natural conflict between the bus driver and the passengers. Zhang Fan no longer needs a support point. He feels that even if his feet do not touch the ground, he can remain stable and not fall.

The grumpy man yelled loudly: "I can't hold it anymore."

However, the bus driver turned a deaf ear to all of this, and only slowly closed the bus door when it was really too crowded.

There is a woman behind Zhang Fan, he can be sure of this without looking back.

After feeling the softness from his back, Zhang Fan squeezed forward, so that the feeling was not as strong as before.

It's just that in the stop-and-go of the bus, it quickly changed back to the previous appearance.

Fortunately, after the woman pressed her hands on Zhang Fan's back forcefully, the ambiguous atmosphere eased a lot.

Zhang Fan turned his head and glanced at this girl with a good-looking curly cut, a round face, and wearing a No. [-] Middle School uniform.

After seeing Zhang Fan looking back at her, the other party withdrew his hand in embarrassment and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." Zhang Fan shook his head, and then took the initiative to say, "Stand by my side."

After speaking, she forcefully opened up a space. The girl gave Zhang Fan a grateful glance, bent down and got into Zhang Fan's arms, and then turned her back to Zhang Fan.

If it was face to face, this would be a pair of middle school students who fell in love early.

Being so close, Zhang Fan couldn't help recalling the touch on his back earlier, which made his blood boil a little bit.

Feeling the changes in his body, Zhang Fan really felt that he had returned to puberty at this time.

Supporting the bus seat with both hands, Zhang Fan tried his best to keep a little distance between himself and the girl.

He didn't want to be ashamed, and he didn't want to cause trouble to others.

After all, Zhang Fan is still a well-versed person, and some thoughts have accompanied him all his life, turning into instincts.

It's like he always thinks he is a more upright person.

Fortunately, after the bus stopped again, the pressure on Zhang Fan was reduced a lot.

The reason was that the seat next to the girl was vacant. After she turned her head to look at Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan nodded and sat down.

Then the girl's body squeezed inward again, exposing half of the seat.

While patting the vacant seat with his hand, he asked Zhang Fan softly, "Would you like to sit?"

"No, thank you." Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head.

The girl didn't say anything else, she sat up straight, took out a white mobile phone, plugged in the earphones and listened to the song.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but glanced at the phone in the girl's hand, the girl also noticed it, took it up and showed it to Zhang Fan, and introduced, "This is BBK's blue and white porcelain music phone, the one Song Qiaohui advertised."

The latter sentence is a little ostentatious.

"Oh." Zhang Fan pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

In fact, he knew this mobile phone and had a deep memory, so he noticed it.

Because this phone was given to Bai Xue after he stole money from the family to buy it, and then his parents found out and suffered a mixed doubles.

It's just that Zhang Fan now feels that he won't do such a thing again, not because he is a reborn person, but because he can easily buy such a mobile phone now.

The number on the translucent blue screen in front of him has jumped to more than ten thousand.

The bus stopped again, and amidst the girl's "thank you", Zhang Fan squeezed out of the bus, opened the red umbrella in his hand, and walked towards the home he remembered.

Chapter 006 Goodbye Family

Zhang Fan followed the familiar route to the community where his home was located. The community was newly built, and there were piles of abandoned building materials piled up next to the gate.

Zhang Fan clearly remembered that his family moved from the old house to the new one just before the Chinese New Year, and he was happy for a long time at that time.

Because finally you don't have to climb the stairs in the dark, but you can take the elevator directly to the door of your house.

Also, you can complain to the students around you helplessly. "The elevator in the community broke down again in the morning, so I walked down from the twelfth floor, and I was almost late."

In Guangming City in 08, elevators were only available in high-end residential areas, and more ordinary people lived in staircase rooms.

The conditions of Zhang Fan's family are not as good as the top, but more than the bottom.

In addition, the developer is the parent of the mother's student, so the house was purchased at an internal price.

For this reason, Lu Jing also deliberately mocked Zhang Youwei.

"You are also a deputy section chief after all, and the house assigned by your unit does not have your quota. In the end, it was up to me to help. Isn't the elevator room built by my student's house much better than the stair room assigned by your unit?"

Zhang Youwei would often light a cigarette and retort in a low voice: "It's not that I didn't give money! What's the difference if you buy a house with money?"

When Lu Jing saw her husband refused to admit defeat, she rolled her eyes at him and her voice became louder. "Can it be the same? It's tens of thousands cheaper."

The current average house price in Guangming City is still hovering around 2000 yuan. Zhang Fan’s house’s original takeaway price was around 3500 yuan, and his family bought it for 3000 yuan.

Later, the house decoration was done with the help of the parents of Zhang Fan's mother's students, and Zhang Youwei couldn't speak in front of Lu Jing.

Sometimes I would sit alone on the sofa and hum in a low-pitched voice: "Everyone says it's good to be an official, but I think it's better to be a teacher."

It doesn't sing very well and doesn't rhyme.

Seeing Zhang Fan looking at him, he coughed quickly, cleared his throat and asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

Zhang Fan walked towards the water dispenser and replied in a low voice, "I drink water."

Zhang Youwei didn't say anything at this time, and continued to watch the "News Network" broadcast on TV.

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Zhang Fan stood quietly in front of the anti-theft door of his home, stroking the Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the door frame with his fingers, and finally stopped on the inverted "Fu" character in the center of the door, what he could hear was the unique voice of the broadcast.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the door of his house.

As expected, his father Zhang Youwei sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and there was an ashtray on the coffee table in front of him.

Maybe he heard the sound of the door opening, and he was looking towards the door at the moment.

Zhang Youwei saw that his son was completely drenched, he glanced at the red umbrella in his hand, frowned and asked, "Why are you still drenched like this when you're wearing an umbrella?"

Zhang Fan looked at his black-haired father with a smile on his face, and explained in a low voice, "This umbrella was lent to me by an acquaintance on the way home."

Zhang Youwei looked at the smile on his son's face, then glanced at the red umbrella in his hand, and then at Zhang Fan.

While lamenting in his heart that his pig was starting to want to shove cabbage, he said to Zhang Fan in a serious tone: "Stop smirking, go to the bathroom and take a hot bath, it's not good to catch a cold."

After speaking, he stood up, walked up to Zhang Fan and stretched out his hand. "Give me the umbrella, and I'll put it on the balcony to dry for you."

Seeing Zhang Fan's reluctance, he said, "Don't worry, it won't be damaged."

This reunion made all Zhang Fan's thoughts and actions slow down.

The father in front of him is a real existence, not a cold picture and gradually blurred memory.

Time slowed down again in his perception, tick... tick... tick... ticking, as if frozen.

After handing the umbrella to his father, his fingertips touched the back of his hand and felt the warm touch from the skin.

The time that had been frozen from the beginning melted in an instant, and it began to return to normal.

Tick ​​tock goes on.

Zhang Youwei looked at his son's cautious appearance, patted his head, and said angrily, "Why don't you be reluctant, you don't want to hug it to sleep today!"

Zhang Fan glanced at his father, and complained in his heart: "What are you thinking? I just wanted to take this opportunity to touch your hand."

The daughter is the lover of the father's previous life, but what is the son from the father's previous life?

It seems that no one can give an accurate answer to this question for a long time.

After handing over the umbrella to his father, Zhang Fan returned to his room and quickly took off his clothes.

God knows how he spent this journey. The quality of the No. [-] Middle School uniforms is not very good, and it is a bit uncomfortable to stick to his body.

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't pretend to be a literary youth. After thinking about it for a long time, I still have to live every day. It's better to go home early."

Zhang Fan lay in the bathtub, his body slowly slid down the smooth bathtub wall, and finally submerged completely in the warm water.

Just a few seconds later, his head jumped out like a whale, and he pretended to choke on the water again.

While leaning on the bathtub wall and spitting at the blue tiles, he shook his head vigorously. The touch of blue just appeared in his mind.

In the next second, she turned into Zhu Weiyang again, and finally became Li Wanran.

"It seems that I am really a pervert." Zhang Fan sighed weakly.

He never expected that he could remember this aspect so clearly, and in the end he could only attribute it to the 15-year-old Zhang Fan he is now.

"I am now 15-year-old Zhang Fan. I should not be dull all day long, but should be full of vigor."

After rinsing his body again, Zhang Fan also drained the water in the bathtub.

If mother Lu Jing knew that he took a bath in a bathtub, she would definitely punish him, saying that he didn't know how to save money.

After drying his wet hair with a hair dryer, Zhang Fan picked out a white long-sleeved T-shirt and light gray slacks from the closet and put it on.