rewrite life

The sun above his head was no different from what he remembered.

In the evening of midsummer, the magnificent sunset glow dyed the whole sky red.Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the evening wind blows slowly, rendering the dilapidated old town as if it were an oil painting immersed in endless years.At this moment, it is vividly presented in front of my eyes.

Tang Shi was wearing a white T-shirt with a hood on his upper body, a pair of loose blue sports school uniform pants on his lower body, and a pair of clean black sneakers on his feet. There are two bicycles, baggy school jackets and heavy schoolbags hanging from the beams in front of the bicycles.Standing on the curb on the side of the street, staring blankly at the flashing traffic lights opposite.

The red light turned into a green light, and then turned into a red light again. It flashed several times in succession, and there was a constant stream of traffic and pedestrians beside him, but Tang Shi remained motionless, as if he was in a state of horror.

A big Jiefang truck full of sand and dust roared past the end of the road, spewing dust all over the sky.Provoking complaints from the pedestrians around, Tang Shi, who was a bit of a clean freak, subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face, and then touched his healthy right leg, which didn't feel any strange feeling, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

In the last second, Tang Shi was still typing in his study room with clean windows and moderate temperature.Outside the window are snowflakes and neighbors in down jackets playing snowball fights in the community garden.In the kitchen, my mother and best friend Lu Hengzhi were busy making dinner.The strong aroma of the seafood hot pot soup came from the kitchen leisurely, making Tang Shi, who has a sensitive nose, feel hungry.Stopping his hands constantly typing on the keyboard, Tang Shi got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of hot pot soup to satisfy his hunger and take a break.As a result, it was dark in front of his eyes, and in the next second, he was standing guard on the street, wearing a school uniform and pushing a bicycle, and a boy returning home from school.

Across the sidewalk, the green light came on again.Tang Shi still stood there blankly.He couldn't accept everything in front of him, whether it was the time-honored old city with more than ten years of retrogression and its architectural style, or the endless flow of old-fashioned pedestrians around, or even the stands on the road that should have been replaced long ago. Tang Shi felt at a loss as to what to do with the obsolete and obsolete vehicles.There is an illusion that I accidentally walked to the set street set set up by the crew.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was awake all the time and didn't have the slightest coma, Tang Shi would have wondered if everything that happened was the result of his unreliable buddy who had become famous in the entertainment circle, but was still unreliable in his thirties, just on a whim. A prank.

However, Tang Shi knew clearly that this was impossible.Not to mention his unbelievable experience like the Great Teleportation of the Universe, just mentioning this realistic and grand scene, no crew can build it.

This is a miracle that only belongs to time, a scene that can only appear in the past years and people's memory.

Pedestrians coming and going around either hurried past without raising their heads, or glanced calmly at him, and then passed by, leaving Tang Shi far behind.But Tang Shi still didn't move.His body was stiff, and he stood there with a surprised face. His mind was completely attracted by the strange scene in front of him.

Time travel, or rebirth?

Thanks to his unreliable career as an internet writer in the eyes of outsiders, he was able to realize all this calmly the first time the incident happened.

The green light turned on again, and this time Tang Shi didn't miss it. He lifted his foot, pushed his bicycle, walked along the sidewalk and the crowd to the opposite side of the street, and stopped in front of a porridge shop with floor-to-ceiling windows.Through the window that was polished so that it could reflect people's shadows, I saw my current appearance——

Tall, thin, with short black hair combed neatly, he looked more and more fair-skinned and delicate-faced.The setting sun above the head slowly slid down the western mountain, and the golden afterglow poured on the front and back of the young man. In the background of the endless stream of coming and going, a soul from more than ten years later was reflected in the clean and bright glass window so abruptly. superior.

Black hair, dark eyes, soft temperament, bright smile.

The silhouette that looks familiar and unfamiliar belongs to my own photo album, when I was a teenager.

Tang Shi stood the car on the spot, took off his schoolbag from the cross beam, opened the zipper of the schoolbag and took out a textbook at random from inside. On the cover was written "X City No. [-] Middle School, Grade [-] and Class [-]".

Tang Shi blinked, and began to recall where his home was when he was in his freshman year of high school.

Almost everyone's growth experience is like this. In the long and short decades, the family has to move back and forth several times.This is a symbol of the changing times and a symbol of the passing of time.Tang Shi is no exception.

Especially since the second year of junior high school, the deepest memory is the demolition of the old house that I lived in for more than ten years. The demolition fee given at that time was less than 3 yuan, which was not enough to buy a house.And Tang's father insisted on using the money to do business instead of waiting for a few years later to add some expansion fees before living back, which added a bit of turbulence to the originally stable life of Tang Shi's family of three.

Especially after Tang Shi was in the third year of junior high school, when Tang's father died unexpectedly and his family's savings were all gone, in order to survive, Tang's mother had to take Tang Shi, who was still in school, to and fro, wishing to move every three and a half years. Home, the rented house is getting farther and more dilapidated every time.This experience of almost living in several remote old bungalow areas in City X, which had not yet been relocated, made it even more difficult for Tang Shi to recall the address.

Fortunately, Tang Shi's memory is pretty good.Years of career as a professional writer, timeless time travel and rebirth themes on the Internet, let him dig out childhood memories from time to time, and then combine various materials into text to please readers in front of the computer , and then earn soft sister coins to pay for housing loans and car loans.

This kind of experience made Tang Shi easily recall the house that his family is renting now.Then he easily rode on the bicycle, and slowly meandered through the old city along the route in his mind.

In Tang Shi's memory, with the rapid development and progress of the economy, the urban structure of later generations is actually very different from that of more than ten years ago. At least in places other than the city center and the riverside, there are not so many high-rise buildings with more than seven floors. , There are not so many private cars on the road.Standing on the side of the street and looking at it, most of the residential areas on both sides are low, five or six-story heated kang buildings. In the community below the buildings, low and small sheds were built where trees and grass should have been planted. , used to stack old things at home and some firewood for fire in winter.There is only one narrow aisle left for residents to walk.

This year, the penetration rate of heating residential buildings is still not high.People who are used to living in bungalows and have just moved to buildings are not aware of the dangers of building illegal buildings indiscriminately.At least in Tang Shi's memory, these small sheds that can be seen everywhere often cause fires, large and small.This situation has been maintained until a few years later, when the heated kang building was replaced by the heating building, and people no longer need to light the fire, so it gradually disappeared.

And those areas that have not had time to move are still low-slung bungalows and square courtyards.Such old and distant memories constitute the lush years that Tang Shi will always have a soft light in his memories.

Old memories are like old photos sealed under the box, becoming vivid and clear bit by bit with Tang Shi's memories and the surrounding street scenes.Go north from the porridge shop, cross a street, turn right and go forward for 500 meters, then turn left, pass behind a residential area of ​​heated kang buildings, cross the street and enter an alley.The sky slowly darkened, as if entering another world all of a sudden.The alleys are criss-crossed like a labyrinth. Against the dark background, there are lights lit by every household.From the open window came the noise of the family, the sound of the TV broadcasting or the sound of Zilazila cooking in the kitchen. The stars, together with the smell of oily smoke in the air, converged into a river of memory, wandering in the The human mind warms the increasingly indifferent heart.

Relying on the little memory left in his mind, Tang Shi finally managed to find the house before it was completely dark.This is an old one-story house that has been built for an unknown number of years, and the white plaster on the walls has faded.The dilapidated gate of the courtyard was nailed with wooden planks, and a fist-sized general's lock was hung with a thick iron chain, dangling from the gap between the door panels.Tang Shi reached out and tore off the large iron lock that was hanging. The old yellow dog Diudiu heard the sound of the door and walked over wagging his tail.The big furry head clung to Tang Shi's thigh, and the tail also swept over.Tang Shi reached out and touched the big head that came closer, and walked straight through the uneven front yard and into the low house.

As soon as he entered the living room, Tang Shi smelled the aroma of food and sniffed. It was Tang Shi's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and garlic clove fish.I can still hear the sound of Zlazila cooking from the kitchen.Tang Shi put down the schoolbag in his hand, tiptoed into the kitchen, and carefully studied the person in front of the stove.

Tang's mother, Song Chunyi, was 40 years old when Tang Shi was in her first year of high school. She had curly short hair that is very popular nowadays. She is petite and handsome, with freckles on her fair face. The cleanliness and competence of the women, and the shrewd optimism of ordinary people in the brows.

In Tang Shi's mind, Mother Tang has always maintained such a young and shrewd state, running this small family without a husband and father with a brave and cheerful attitude, supporting a sky of orphans and widows with her thin shoulders .After Tang Shi lost his father, he could still grow up carefree, and he did not become sensitive, suspicious, or overbearing because of his experience in a single family.

It can even be said that this strong single mother has already exhausted all her strength to protect her only son, just like a lioness who never tires, she protects little Tang Shi behind her and shields him from the wind. Rain, give him happiness and the safety and warmth of his home.Let Tang Shi grow up, as little as possible to be exposed to the dark side of this society that is as indifferent as ice, so as to maintain more innocence, passion and fantasy, and finally engage in a business that makes money by weaving beautiful dreams.

Recalling many past events, although they are all filled with oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and trivial things.But everyone's sorrows and joys, pain and strength, resistance and struggle under the oppression of life, although the appearance is getting more and more glamorous, the bitterness behind it will never be humane.

However, after more than ten years of hard work, after Tang Shi and Tang's mother almost struggled and finally had some capital to relax and take a breath, Tang Shi returned to more than ten years ago without any warning. .Going back to the most difficult and difficult years of my life, I have to say that this is a trick of fate.Of course, if you are really resolute and optimistic, you might consider this the beginning of a new life.

After all, life is not a novel. After finally getting on the right track of life and being overturned by a wave of fate, not every protagonist is willing to choose such a life.