Zhao Changan had never thought that some people's lost humanity could be so violent, vicious and ugly.

never forgive,

The road to revenge is endless!

——

As for the experience of the previous life, I wanted to be more successful, occupy more resources and have more power.

Zhao Changan summed it up with what Zhang Ailing once said:

'It's better to become famous early!'

Today, he is on the big stage of Wujiaochang.

The first loud eagle cry to the world.

Zhao Changan plucked the strings smoothly and moved his somewhat unfamiliar fingers.

With a hint of vicissitudes of life and a deep voice,

He said slowly: "Just sing a story of missed love, those years."

The sound passed through the extreme volume button of the large speaker and instantly spread to every corner of the school's third playground.

There were nearly forty classes in the square on the playground, thinking that the loudspeaker was blaring the latest instructions, so they all stopped singing.

What’s the new command for listening?

"Back to the starting point, your green face in my memory. Finally, we have arrived at this day~"

Zhao Changan slowly plucked the strings.

At the age of nineteen, he sang like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

"What do you mean, it's rest time again? How long has it been since?"

"What kind of song is this? Why haven't you heard it?"

"Is it the latest song playing on the loudspeaker?"

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"Old photos under the table mat, countless memory links, today the boy is going to the girl for her last date~"

——

"Do not talk!"

"Shh!"

——

"Back to the starting point again, standing blankly in front of the mirror~"

Zhao Changan sang hoarsely in immersion,

He didn't know why he chose this sentimental song.

I remember that on the night of my first day back, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at the handsome and young face in front of the mirror.

I remember that a few years later, Liu Yihui threw a whole roasted lamb into the Taohua River in large chunks.

He poured a bottle of Jian Nanchun into the river: "Zhang Shun, you are a fucking idiot. Are you a fucking pig? If you have any trouble, why can't you go to your brothers?"

I remember that I had just finished school, and I saved four months’ salary to buy a fur worth 4,000 yuan and two bottles of high-strength wine worth 100 yuan a bottle. In front of my godfather and godmother’s grave,

Lit the memorial.

"Mom and Dad, I'm here to see you."

I remember that I had vaguely forgotten the appearance of the little face of late summer, who had been missing for almost twenty years.

I remember that when my father was in his early 40s, he lost the job he had held for more than 20 years. To support his family's difficult life, he worked as a mason on a construction site for more than ten years.

He was over sixty years old and his body ached all over, but he still ignored his repeated dissuasion and insisted on going to his apprentice to help earn money.

Remember--

"I really want to tell you, tell you that I have not forgotten.~"

"Back to the starting point, standing in front of the mirror blankly.~"

Unknowingly, Zhao Changan was immersed in it.

Singing with tears streaming down my face.

A disgraceful cry roared in my heart:

Since I am lucky enough to return to the starting point again,

Then, I must let the people I care about, love and care about in my life.
Chapter completed!