Endless darkness swallowed myself, and saw a slight light in the darkness, and rushed towards the light. I don’t know how long it has passed, and there is no time or space.

In a room that looked a little dim and only had bright glass tiles and light, the person lying on the bed suddenly stood up.

He was panting, his forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had a terrifying nightmare.

The man turned his head gently and looked at everything around him.

That's here?

Under the ground barefoot, a cool feeling came from the soles of my feet.

The man lowered his head and neatly placed a row of shoes under the bed, including sandals and leather shoes.

There are adults, children, and women.

A pair of cloth shoes were on the side, obviously worn by the man himself.

Sitting on the edge of the wooden bed, the man did not get up immediately, but was thinking about something.

After inspection, I encountered a landslide on the way back to the city. It was too hurrying and I didn't give anyone time to react.

He was directly hit by a stone that smashed glass...

Han Ze slowly raised his hand, which was a pair of thick, slender hands: "I'm dead. But now, what's going on?"

Resurrection from the dead?

Or he is really dead, and he is in the underworld at this time.

Han Ze looked at the open door of the bedroom, and there was a calendar poster on it.

Han Ze stopped again when he got up slowly and passed the dressing table beside the bed.

Turn your head slowly towards the mirror.

How is that possible!

Han Ze touched his face with his hand, looked left and right, it was clearly Uncle Songlin's!

What the hell is going on?

I thought of a possibility in my heart, but I couldn't believe it.

I quickly walked out the door and entered the main hall, where the door of the main hall was open.

Outside, the sun is just right.

Han Ze walked out of the house, stood on the dirt road outside the house, and looked at everything in front of him.

Everything seems so familiar.

This is my hometown in the countryside.

Although I don’t come back many times after moving to the city, I still come back to visit the graves with my parents every year, chat with people in my hometown, etc.

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The house in front of me was Uncle Songlin's old house.

Sitting under the eaves, Han Ze supported his head, feeling a little confused.

Why did I become Uncle Songlin who has not made a fortune yet?

Han Ze undoubtedly respects Uncle Songlin and is extremely kind to himself, just like his own son.

There are many boys in the Han family, but Uncle Songlin is not ordinary to him.

etc!

There seems to be something wrong there.

Every step of Han Songlin's development process has traces to follow.

There is nothing to say about this. As long as you make money normally, there will definitely be traces to follow.

People were amazed at Han Songlin's choice for the industry.

The industry you enter is not entirely called making money, but every time you enter an industry, you can reach the forefront, which is very terrifying.

Gently rubbing his head, this belonged to Han Ze's thinking habit.

"If this rebirth is not the first time, Uncle Songlin has also been reborn through time, then it seems that many things make sense."

"You know the future development trends of society and use it to develop."

"But, is this true?"

"Uncle Songlin is actually himself."

"Is the parallel universe?"

For a moment, Han Ze, it’s wrong. Now it’s easier to call Han Songlin.

Han Songlin didn't know what to do.

While he was still thinking, a woman came back with the little girl.

Han Songlin looked up and blurted out that he wanted to call someone, but he held it back.

Liu Yuyan put down her backpack and looked at Han Songlin strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

Han Songlin coughed lightly: "Nothing."

Liu Yuyan was a little suspicious, always thinking that Han Songlin was a little strange.

As the person next to him, any change seems obvious to Liu Yuyan.

When he entered the kitchen, Liu Yuyan looked at the water in the water tank: "Pine forest, go and carry some water to carry it."

"Oh, OK!"

Han Songlin was staring at the little girl Han Ting and was watching hard.

Thinking that this little girl with mud in her hands in the future would become the hottest female star in China. She also made a movie by herself and achieved quite good results. She was called the new powerful director.

It always gives people a strange feeling.

Han Ting looked at Han Songlin with her hands behind her back, looking extremely cute.

Han Songlin smiled at her, touched her little head, and then entered the kitchen.

Take out the shoulder pole and go to carry water.

After picking a few buckets back, filling the water tank, I picked two more buckets back and put them in.

After lunch, Han Songlin sat on the bed, with the black and white TV on the cabinet on the black and white TV, but his mind was not on it.

Listening to the sound of water coming from outside the house, Liu Yuyan was wiping the sweat with Han Ting.

Liu Yuyan entered the house and saw Han Songlin showing off, so she pushed him: "What's wrong with you? You seem to be out of your mind. Is there something wrong?"

Han Songlin looked at Liu Yuyan's open clothes, half-covered and half-covered, with infinite charm.

When he was young, Han Songlin did not say that he had never had fantasy, but some things were just about fantasy.

Every time I fantasize, I feel deeply guilty.

After all, Liu Yuyan is Uncle Songlin's wife, and Uncle Songlin is so nice to him.

Han Songlin seemed to have figured out something, and grabbed Liu Yuyan: "It's nothing, I just thought of something."

Liu Yuyan didn't ask in detail, and saw Han Ting climbing onto the bed by herself, she wanted to turn off the TV.

Han Ting naturally disagreed, she also wanted to watch the villain on TV.

Han Songlin also said not to turn off the TV.

There was a little noise inside the room, which seemed less awkward.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Lying on the bed, Han Songlin closed his eyes. He did not sleep, but kept thinking about things in his mind.

He was wondering what should we do in the future.

Continue to walk along the previous Han Songlin, and maybe see what the world is like without Han Songlin’s influence.

After a while, Han Songlin and his family moved to the city and opened a braised meat shop at the entrance of the Dongmen Market in the city.

The business is quite good.

But before they waited for a long time, they transferred the braised meat shop.

The people in the village didn't know where they went.

I heard that I went to work in Jiangnan.

Usually I rarely come back.

There are also many people working in the team. You can only get a few money by farming in rural areas for a year. The money you earn from working outside for a month is the net income of the countryside for a year.

So going out to work is not a strange thing in the countryside.

Two years later, Han Songlin came back to get a new girl named Han Yufei and nicknamed Qiuqiu.

One year during the Spring Festival, Han Songlin came back with his wife and children and asked Han Songqing to help replace the roof of the house at home.

He also gave Han Ze five hundred yuan in New Year's money.

This is the largest New Year’s money that Han Ze has received. Han Ze is looking forward to Han Songlin coming back during the New Year every year.

In a community in Shanghai, this community has an elegant environment and a large greening area.

The housing prices in the community are a much higher than those in the surrounding area.

Most of the people who buy houses here are those who pursue quality of life.

Han Songlin was living here at this time.
Chapter completed!