"Sanfenger, wake up, wake up quickly, don't scare me!"

Liu Qingshan heard someone calling his nickname in his ears, and it felt so familiar and long-lasting. Since his grandparents and mother passed away one after another, basically no one has called him "Sanfenger".

The name Sanfeng is very particular. He has two sisters: Liu Jinfeng and Liu Yinfeng.

When he arrived, this was the first boy in his family. According to local customs, he was worried that it would be difficult to support him, so he took the nickname of the girl.

Liu Qingshan wanted to open his eyes, but his two thin eyelids seemed to have two large weights falling, which was a little heavy.

"Sanfeng, you must not have a good or bad luck. Don't forget that you still owe me a five cents to a big steel slaughter!"

It seemed like a slap.

Then another voice sounded in my ears: "Big Head, don't be sad, I saw Sanfeng'er's eyelids moving."

"Really, Erbiaozi, don't fool me!"

"Really, Sanfeng's eyes are open, it must be fine!"

Liu Qingshan finally opened his eyes and found himself lying on the grass, with the sunlight a little dazzling.

After adapting to it, I saw clearly the two and a half-old boys swaying in front of me, their bodies were naked and as sunny as black loaches.

"Bigou, Erbiaozi, why are you..."

In front of me are my two best friends when I was a teenager, but why did they all turn into their childhood? Is there really a rejuvenation in this world?

The boy whose head was a little older than ordinary children, cheered and pounced on him.

He pressed his hands on Liu Qingshan's equally bare belly, and then with a puff, a sip of water spurted out of Liu Qingshan's mouth, spraying his big head with a flower on his face.

The boy didn't care. He wiped it with his hand and was happy: "Sanfeng'er, you almost scared my soul just now."

After blinking hard twice, Liu Qingshan's body trembled.

He suddenly remembered that the scene in front of him happened during the summer vacation when he graduated from the third year of junior high school. He and his friends went swimming in the reservoir and almost drowned because of leg cramps.

That year, he was only sixteen years old.

So he asked anxiously: "Datou, what year is this year?"

Datou's very funny face suddenly collapsed: "It's over, Sanfeng is a fool, do you still remember owing me five cents?"

"Go on the side!"

Another strong boy pulled his head next to him, "Sanfenger, this year is 1983, we just graduated!"

In 1983, Liu Qingshan nodded blankly, raised his arms and took a look. His thin arms and small hands were like chicken claws, and looked down.

Well, the hair hasn't grown yet.

Come back, really come back!

The middle-aged greasy uncle has become half-baby and everything will start again!

In the last life, I lived too tiring and owed too much to my family.

This time, he must hold his destiny firmly in his hands!

Clenched his fists, Liu Qingshan's mind became much clearer, and suddenly, a thought passed through his mind.

He jumped up from the grass: "Bigou, Erbiaozi, what day is today?"

Big Head grabbed his wet head: "It's holiday, who still remembers the date?"

Erbiaozi is still smarter: "What's wrong on July 20?"

It was indeed this day!

Liu Qingshan's mind roared and his mouth roared: "Hurry, come with me to find Gao Wenxue, this doggyman!"

After yelling, he ran away.

"Sanfenger, isn't Gao Wenxue's partner with your elder sister?"

Big Head's voice came from behind.

"Put your clothes first!"

This is Erbiaozi's voice.

Liu Qingshan ran a few steps and felt a little chill, so he hurried back.

He really couldn't remember which one was his own when he was thrown on the grass.

Liu Qingshan yelled again: "Hurry up!"

Hey, Erbiaozi picked up the green cloth pants with two large patches on his knees.

Big Head slowly picked up the shorts.

Only then did Liu Qingshan pick up the blue pants. The pants were very old, and two large patches, one blue and one green, were sewn on the egg on his butt.

After rushing into one leg, Liu Qingshan found that he could not wear it anymore. The more he was anxious, the more he was, the more chaotic he became.

"Sanfeng'er, your pants are open to the door."

Erbiaozi reminded me next to me.

Thinking about the two sisters at home, Liu Qingshan understood a little.

At this time, the family was poor. A piece of clothing lasted three years and another three years. It was his turn to sew and repair it. Maybe which sister I could choose, and it would be nice to wear a pair of pants.

After all, I pushed my pants in and tied my belt, but I couldn't understand it again. You said this was a delay.

This is a belt made of thick canvas, with a small half-circular iron bowl on one end and an iron ring on the other end. The two are intertwined and they are tightly sewn.

Seeing a red vest that had almost faded into white on the ground, he picked it up and put it on his upper body.

He also lifted the cloth shoes with a thousand-layer bottom, and a small hole was opened in front of the cloth shoes, and his big toe and toe were protruding from the hole openly.

There is no way, the boy spends more money on his hooves, and the girl spends more money on his panics, and every household is like this.

After finishing the dress, Liu Qingshan spread his hooves and ran towards the village not far away.

...

At this moment, in the simple waiting room of Bishui County Railway Station, a young man was holding a middle-aged man's arm and asked anxiously:

"Uncle, what's the disease my mother has? What's going on now? Uncle, tell me quickly?"

The young man wore a big myopia glasses, had a 30-quarter-two-quarter-two-year-old head, and his thin knife-striped face looked gentle, but at this moment he looked anxious.

The middle-aged man is relatively thin and does not look anxious. He reaches out and pats his nephew's shoulder:

"Literature, your mother is not sick at all."

Anyway, the letter of introduction has been issued now and the train ticket has been purchased.

As long as he escorted his nephew back to Beijing, he would be considered as completing the task.

"Not sick? Uncle, what's going on?"

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses hard with his hands, and he was a little confused.

The uncle pulled his nephew and sat down on a long wooden chair, saying earnestly:

"Literature, last time you wrote a letter to your family, saying that you have a partner in the countryside and are preparing to get married, right?"

Well! Gao Wenxue nodded heavily, of course he made up his mind.

"You stupid kid, if you really get married in the countryside, you will stay in small hills and farm and dig manure all day long, and you will be completely ruined in this life!"

Gao Wenxue has always been obsessed with literary creation. Although he is a little nerdy, he understands it a little now:

"Uncle, but Jinfeng and I..."

The middle-aged man did not ask him to continue speaking, interrupting his nephew's words: "Literature, you are still too young to know that people's hearts are sinister."

"The girl in the village likes you as an educated youth. If you know that you will return to the city sooner or later, you will take her back to the city and transform into a city person. They are climbing up the branches and using you."

Gao Wenxue shook his head and looked very firm through the lens: "No, uncle, Jinfeng is not what you said."

This kid is really a slander!

The middle-aged man was also a little anxious: "The family has arranged everything for you, and you can use the back door to get your mother's back, and your mother is almost kneeling down to the leader in the factory, so that you can get the opportunity to enter the factory."

"Don't you like writing? The factory leader said that you will directly ask you to join the trade union and focus on training in the future."

"If you don't go back, your mother will get angry and may be really sick. You said that your child is not filial?"

Gao Wenxue was also in a dilemma this time. On the one hand, he raised his parents and on the other hand, he was his beloved girl. He didn't know where he should go.

Of course, he also wanted to go back to the city. No matter what, life in the capital is not comparable to this small mountain village.

My uncle observed his expression and saw his nephew struggling, so he struck while the iron was hot:

"Literature, you go back to the city first to settle down. If you are sincere with that girl, you can't take it into the city later. My uncle can't force you to think that Chen Shimei is not."

This seems good!

Yes, go back to the city first, and then marry Jinfeng through the door in a glorious manner.

Gao Wenxue's eyes lit up suddenly, thinking that he had found a solution to the problem.
To be continued...