Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Reborn in the 70s/Reborn in 1978 Author: Ning Xinan

brief introduction:

If life could start all over again... how wonderful it would be!

Everyone's past is history.Experienced, gained, lost, happy, regretted, undertaken, escaped, that is a long, long story.

If everything starts from scratch, then this will be the beginning of a new era.

Volume 1 Childhood Volume

Chapter 1 Go Back To The Past

On January 2013, 1, in the early morning, the Wushan-Tiancheng section of the Shanghai-Chengdu Expressway.

A red Focus was traveling at 120 kilometers per hour.

Zhang Xingming had no expression on his face, holding the direction with one hand, and stared blankly at the front of the car.

The car didn't have a sunroof, and the window of the sub-frame was opened a little bit. The shuddering wind rushed into the car along the gap, bringing a bit of coolness, and a pink fine sheet on the sub-frame trembled in the wind.

One tunnel, another tunnel, one tunnel after another.

This nearly [-]-kilometer road is basically composed of tunnels.

The dim orange lights in the tunnel merged into halos, against the yellow and white reflective belts on the two walls of the tunnel, passing endlessly across the car body, making people feel dizzy, as if entering a space-time tunnel .

I don’t know why the lights in the high-speed tunnel are designed like this. The hypnotic effect is not so strong. Most drivers will have the illusion that the car is going astray in the tunnel. In fact, this is the embodiment of being hypnotized. Some people are heavier, some People are lighter.

Zhang Xingming opened his eyes vigorously, shook his head, pinched his thigh hard with his hand to wake himself up, looked at the speedometer, it was already more than 130 kilometers, raised his right foot, and slowed down the speed to [-] Baigong.

Dim arc lights kept flashing across his face, his eyelids became darker and darker, and the things in front of him became blurred one after another. He bit his tongue to refresh himself, and then quickly became confused again.The car swayed in the tunnel fast and slow, Zhang Xingming slowed down again, thinking about going to the next service area to sleep for a while.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, Zhang Xingming suddenly felt tightness in his chest, and a momentary sense of suffocation surrounded him. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He breathed hard, but he couldn't breathe. less than.

Yellow, white, black, red, green, the colors in front of him were spinning and rushing towards him. He desperately grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and stepped on the brake with his right foot.

But he didn't hear the sound of brakes, he didn't shake or flip as he imagined, his ears were terribly quiet, and the oncoming colors had already mixed together and pressed onto his face.

For a moment he was surrounded by great fear.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible drowsiness hit him, and as soon as the exclamation "fatigue driving is bad" filled his mind, he lost his perception of everything.

For a split second, this life flashed across his mind like a television screen.

Poverty and exhaustion after the childhood mother was seriously ill and owed a huge sum of money. My brother fought every day to protect himself. As a result, he didn’t finish junior high school, so he had to join the army in the end. His lovely brother was burdened by himself, and in middle age he was plagued by illness and frustrated.

I have been in business for decades, I was cheated several times, went bankrupt, got divorced, got married, started a business, and started all over again. I have suffered so much and suffered so much.

Those national affairs and family affairs that are angry and unable to change, those who are grateful and owed all their lives, parents, brothers, daughters, friends, their own ambitions and the helplessness of reality, all kinds of feelings instantly converge in their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, but the feeling slowly returned to my body.

Zhang Xingming exhaled twice, there was no pain in his body, his hands seemed to be bound, which made him unsuccessful in trying to touch his face, his eyelids were heavy, he tried hard to open them, and felt a dim yellow light.

Is nothing wrong?I'm still in the tunnel and the car stopped successfully?I just fell asleep?All kinds of thoughts surged in his mind for a moment, and he, who thought he would die without a doubt, was really pleasantly surprised at this moment.

The girlfriend was hit by a car at ten o'clock the night before in Wushan. Zhang Xingming rushed from Banan to Wushan overnight. Fortunately, there was no major accident, only minor external injuries. He knocked his head and fell into a coma.

After dealing with the hospital affairs and arranging someone to take care of her, Zhang Xingming rushed to Bayu non-stop. He stayed up all night and relaxed his nervous spirit. Finally, this happened on the way back.

"From now on, I won't be able to drive tired anymore, so I have to sleep for a while", Zhang Xingming told himself in his heart, he relaxed, and fell asleep again in a daze.

At 2013:1 a.m. on January 1, 8, the surveillance video of the high-speed law enforcement department showed a red Focus shaking suddenly and slowly in the tunnel. Snowflakes, when it clears up again, the car in the tunnel is gone.

Rewinding the tape, it was confirmed that it was missing, and Fox disappeared strangely under the surveillance camera in the tunnel.

Report it, and all those who know it will be sealed.

Relevant departments blocked the news, and this section of the road was closed. A day later, the Motianling Tunnel, where the vehicle disappeared, partially collapsed, and it was not reopened until three months later.

Zhang Xingming no longer knew about all this.

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Zhang Xingming was awakened by a burst of coldness, and subconsciously curled up, as if his body was completely restrained, and he couldn't curl up.

There was an ear-piercing sound of the door "squeak~, squeak", followed by a human voice: "Let's take a look, let's take a look, it's a son again, aunt is really good. Oh, this big fat boy, tsk tsk, Square-headed and big-eared."

A gust of cold wind rushed towards the sound, making Zhang Xingming frowned in dissatisfaction, and turned his head to where the sound came from.

A smell of disinfectant poured into his nose amidst the air-conditioning, "I still hit it, this is a hospital", Zhang Xingming smiled wryly in his heart, and then became happy again, "He's not dead. No, he gave birth? Fat son? This Which hospital is it? Gynecology and orthopedics combined?"

It's really cold. It's been a long time since I left the Northeast for more than ten years. Bayu is so cold this winter?It won't work without heating.Zhang Xingming sighed in his heart, his eyes had already been opened, and he looked at the person who just spoke, "Why is it a northeast accent?"

What caught my eye was a smiling face, a very familiar face.

"Oh, I'm awake, look at me, I'm so energetic." An exaggerated expression appeared on the familiar face, and he shouted nervously.

"Sister Ping?" Zhang Xingming looked at the face in front of him in surprise. He hadn't seen him for decades. Sister Ping was still so handsome and young.

young?Zhang Xingming looked at it carefully, with a pink face, a hand-knitted woolen scarf tied around his neck, frost formed by exhalation, and two big thick black braids, what the hell is going on?

Zhang Xingming was shocked, Sister Ping should be in her fifties, why is this nun's mother in her teens?

Sister Ping was the fifth child of the old grandson's family in Zhang Xingming's childhood.

The opposite house refers to two neighbors who share the same kitchen. The doors of the houses of the two families face each other in the kitchen, just like the east-west houses in the rural areas.

Zhang Xingming’s hometown is in Nanfen Town, Lixin District, Beixi City, Liaodong Province. It is the employee’s residential area of ​​Beigang Nanfen Concentrator. Jiabao), guarding the gate of the concentrator across the river.

At that time, the housing was all allocated by the factory. There were two houses in one courtyard, sharing one kitchen, and six houses in three courtyards in a row.Six trips to one block, 36 households in each block share one public toilet and one faucet.

At this time, people are simple, and they don't have much interest in getting along with each other. The two families who share the kitchen are like a family.Zhang Xingming was ten years old when he moved away from here in his last life, and he had never heard of any of the neighbors having a quarrel, and they got along very well.

The Zhang Xingming brothers called the couple in the opposite room their grandparents, just like their own parents.

When Zhang Xingming was nine years old, the factory began to build a large area of ​​buildings for employees. The five-story slab building was later built to eight floors, and all the employees moved upstairs to live.

Although these people are still familiar with each other, there is no one-story house for going upstairs and downstairs. Once the door of every household is closed, the affection gradually fades away, and this kind of family affection no longer exists.

Later, the city became bigger and bigger, with more and more people, and the conditions of each family were different. You moved in and I moved out, and the old neighbors dispersed.

"Oh, those eyes are so dull, this child will definitely grow up to be a big one." Sister Ping said while staring into Zhang Xingming's eyes.

"Hehe, the baby was born standing up." Zhang Xingming's very familiar voice came from the side: "The doctor was frightened. He thought it was a difficult delivery, but he didn't expect it to be smooth. He came out without any effort, and opened his eyes wide when he came out." Look, Qing, I've spoiled the doctor's attention." There was a kind of pride in the voice.

Tears filled Zhang Xingming's eyes in an instant, and trickled down the corners of his eyes. Mom, it's mom.

"Crying, crying, come on, why are you crying? Afraid of me?" Sister Ping panicked, Zhang Xingming felt his body lighten, and then entered a warm embrace. Zhang Xingming tried hard to open his eyes wide to see, mother, young Mother, tears like rain.