The spring is chilly, and the fierce cold rain hits the window, making a rapid "slap" sound, like a drum beat urging people to wake up.

Zhao An suddenly sat up from the bed, and the sweat on his forehead fell down, slashed across the bridge of his nose, and fell to his lips before he felt the cracks on the corners of his mouth.

Zhao An gasped heavily and looked at everything around him expressionlessly.

The old desk looked particularly mottled due to the fall of paint. The copper blocks used to hinge the corners of the desk were already shiny by the sleeves. Piles of textbooks and curled materials were piled up in a mess. The incandescent light bulbs above the head seemed to be shaking with the rhythm of the rain hitting the windows.

Looking down at his hands, fair and slender, and with a bit of malnourished thinness, Zhao An's breathing became a little rapid, but soon became quiet again.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall and was still stuck in April 2001. Zhao An was not too surprised. He stood up suddenly and stared at the front: "Where is my five million!"

In such a room of only a few square meters, there is not even a wardrobe, so it is naturally impossible to have five million yuan piled up. However, Zhao An knew very well that he had to get the money he deserved, otherwise his family would soon be destroyed.

Where will five million be?

Zhao An opened the cabinet of the desk, lifted the bed sheet, and flipped through the room. Except for a few bits of coins, he never found even a 50-cent piece.

Zhao An was not panicked and touched his pocket. His tentacles were hard, and he took out a wrinkled wallet.

Zhao An couldn't help but caress the uncomfortable skin of his wallet. This was a relatively expensive gift his mother gave him when his family life was quite generous.

When my mother and father were forced to death by usury, this wallet was a memorial for me. Until that happened, I never let it leave me.

Now there is no time to sigh or sigh. Zhao An opened his wallet, and he didn't expect that there were five million hidden in this wallet.

His eyes were fixed on the only bank card left in his wallet. If he had already owned the five million, the money would be the only possible here.

Zhao An walked out of the room with the bank card.

Father Zhao Datong and mother Qin Zhu sat on the sofa. The fourteen-inch color TV was playing with the news of dense snowflakes. Seeing his father and mother staring at the front with a blank look on his face, Zhao An instantly felt a sense of sadness, and the heat flow in his eyes was about to gush out.

If he was really just a seventeen-year-old boy, or all he had to do was to pounce on him and hug his parents and cry loudly, but Zhao An knew that he didn't have time to do such a luxurious thing to vent his emotions now.

"Dad, mom, I'll go out." Zhao An said as calmly as possible.

"Well... go, play outside for a while!" Zhao Datong raised his head and suddenly came to his senses and said.

"Go to the Internet cafe." Qin Zhu groped on her body for a while, and finally found ten yuan in her close-fitting pocket and gave it to Zhao An.

Seeing Zhao An accepting the money, Zhao Datong and Qin Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, a smile barely appeared on their faces, and they watched their son walk out of the living room.

Today is the deadline set by Zeng Wen. If you don’t pay the loan shark, Zeng Wen will bring people to your door. No matter what, Zhao Datong and Qin Zhu are not willing to let Zhao An see this scene.

Zhao An walked out of the house with ten yuan. Unlike in his memory, that time, his mother took the initiative to open the door and gave him ten yuan to go online, but this time, he walked out of the room.

What changes are not just such small details, everything... everything must be changed!

Zhao An stood in the rain, paused for a moment, and walked straight to the corner of the street.

In 2001, Junsha City was busy and messy, crowded, and buildings that gradually revealed an old atmosphere were a microcosm of the national situation in this era. The budding of development was still hidden and difficult for people to notice. Municipal infrastructure such as bank ATMs were not everywhere.

Zhao An accelerated his pace and found a 24-hour self-service business hall based on his not very clear impression.

I have lived here for many years, and those street corners, those buildings, those collapsed walls, and those flowerbeds with paper confetti gradually come to my mind and confirm the reality.

As before.

Zhao An inserted his bank card into the ATM.

Balance: 500,000.00.

Seeing this number, Zhao An breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to cover his eyes... Ten years, this is what he had spent ten years, and there was another chance to return to today.

Many years later, five million was not even enough to buy a slightly larger house in China's first-tier cities, but in the 2001 county sands, this was not a small amount... At least before the family was ruined, the total assets of the family were far less than five million, but they could also be called a wealthy family, enjoying the envy and jealousy of relatives and friends.

Zhao An would not see the simple five million, but having it at this time is enough to make Zhao An change everything.

With this money, I can spend it safely tonight. My parents will never be beaten by Zeng Wenqiang to death and finally jumped off the building and committed suicide in despair.

I will not be displaced because of this, and suffer from the cold and coldness of human feelings.

On countless cold nights, I am like a little match girl, and can only support myself by recalling the warm family life of the past. In the end, because of the cruel reality and the contrast of the past that I can no longer enjoy, I cry heart-wrenchingly.

Fortunately, when he was lying in the hospital with resentment and almost despair, he had such an opportunity to change everything.

Zhao An did not bring an umbrella when he went out. His worried parents didn't even notice that it was raining outside the house. After wiping the rain from his hair, Zhao An quickly took out 20,000 yuan.

Of course, he could not withdraw five million from the ATM. The daily limit for his bank card on the ATM is 20,000, and his family owed no more usury loans.

Putting 20,000 yuan in his arms, Zhao An quickly ran home in the rain.

He knocked on the door, and after a while he saw his father's slightly white face. Seeing that it was Zhao An, the fear on his face dissipated a little, but he said anxiously: "Xiao An, why are you back?"

"Have you spent all the money? Mom will give it to you again." Qin Zhu said hurriedly, groping on her body again, but she could no longer get a whole ticket.
Chapter completed!