Rebirth of the Lost Me

When he woke up again, he was surrounded by noisy voices. It was his hometown accent that he hadn't heard for a long time. This was not the apartment where he lived alone.

He committed suicide due to depression, so he never expected to wake up, who knew that he would go back to the past after waking up.

This small town with inconvenient transportation seems to be cut off from the outside world. Even the [-] Beijing Olympic Games was ignored in this town. Chat together, drink tea, play cards.The town is located in the southeast of Sichuan, and the folk customs are simple and simple, as if isolated from the world.

The small town is Simin Town, with a total of only a few hundred families, all of whom are strong enough to go out to work. The small town is like a forgotten town.

Yang Qing looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't believe it for a long time. He was sitting in the classroom, which was crowded with desks and chairs, but a group of twelve and thirteen-year-old children were playing around in the classroom, and he didn't know how they Accomplish shuttle freely in crowded classroom.Yang Qing raised his left hand, it was a pair of white and tender hands, there were a few small dimples left on the back of the hand, it was his hand, but it was not.Yang Qing turned his hand over, the wrist was smooth and delicate, there was no trace of cutting it himself.

I've heard people say that those who successfully commit suicide by cutting their wrists are those who really want to die. So in this case, did they die or not?Yang Qing doesn't stand out among the group of children, only fatter and fairer than other children.He lay down on the table, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Qing saw his own blood flow from his wrist with his own eyes. He deliberately bought a sharp knife, and he didn't hesitate to cut it down.At the beginning, the blood flow was very fast, and it was quite painful, but he thought that when the blood flow dried up, he would be completely relieved. Who would have thought that he could go back to the past?What everyone else dreamed of gave him a headache. He thought he was dead, but let him come back and experience these years again.

Yang Qing didn't know when his body would be discovered. He had just paid a quarter's rent before committing suicide. He was alone in Hangzhou, and the only person he knew was the landlord. It was summer again when he died, and his parents would call every half a month The phone call ended hurriedly in 1 minute, Yang Qing thought that no one would know if his body was rotten.

For the students, the time between classes always passes quickly. When the class bell rang, everyone sat in their seats in an orderly manner. Students in the first grade of junior high school have not yet fully regarded themselves as middle school students. , Also regard the teacher's words as the Bible.

Yang Qing had already forgotten who his deskmate was. There was someone sitting next to him, but he didn't bother to look up, he was still lying there.Yang Qing not only doesn’t remember his deskmate, he doesn’t even remember the people in his junior high school class. up.

"Hey, Yang Qing! Yang Qing! Wake up! It's time for class."

Yang Qing was sitting in the penultimate row by the window. He looked at his deskmate from one side, then saw the boy with his eyes closed against the wall at the back door, and then silently focused his gaze on his deskmate.

Yang Qing really couldn't remember who this person was, so he turned his eyes away indifferently, and it happened that the teacher came in, so he looked at the teacher, but he couldn't concentrate no matter what.In his previous life, Yang Qing went to see a psychiatrist. He didn't care about it in the early days, but later he suffered from severe neurasthenia. Yang Qing thought that all his problems would come back with him.

"Hey, Yang Qing, what are you thinking? The teacher asked you to hand out your homework!"

Yang Qing looked at the open and closed mouths of his deskmate. After a while, his brain processed what he had just heard, and then he remembered that when he first entered junior high school, he was indeed the representative of the mathematics department in the class and had to send and receive homework.

Yang Qing is a little fat, and it is a bit difficult to get out from behind the same table. He has not experienced this feeling for a long time. Before his rebirth, he lived alone in an apartment on the second ring road of Hangzhou. The serious mental illness made him Those who haven’t seen each other for a month can go out once, and every time they can’t survive, they will buy some food that is good for storage, and then eat something when they are hungry, but they often can’t eat anything, and they are alone for two or three years , his stomach has been tortured by him for a long time, his body has also become very poor, his weight has dropped sharply, and he was less than 1.7 catties before his death, and he is nearly [-] meters five, one can imagine how much thin.Now he managed to squeeze out from behind the same table, holding the classmate's homework book given by the math teacher. He knew all the names on the book, but it became more difficult to put them together in an instant.

"Hurry up and send it to your classmates, I still have class!"

The math teacher is a man in his thirties. He never smiles in his class. His fifth class is the worst class among the five classes in the grade. Anyone who takes it will be unhappy. He wrote on it that he will wait a while For the sample questions that he will talk about, Yang Qing will divide the homework books to several classmates and ask them to help distribute them. He only has a few books left in his hand.They are all students who have just entered junior high school, so it is understandable that they can't recognize them all. Yang Qing struggled to send out all the notebooks, and there was one left in his hand. He looked at "Zhang Rin", hesitated for a moment, and then went to the classroom Go through the back door.

"Zhang Lin hand in the homework!"

"Wait!" The boy finally got up from the desk and shouted towards the middle of the classroom, "Has Li Xue finished writing? It's due!"

The boy finally received his homework, and carefully crossed out "Zhang Rin" from the names he wrote down.

The author has something to say:

The newly opened article is still writing another article "Night Song of Rebirth", so I don't know when I will have time to write this article, but I will definitely not give up on both articles.