"Eighty.╔y╗...One hundred...one hundred and twenty pulses." Feng Sizhe glanced at the pulse speedometer in the BMW with his peripheral vision. You can drive the car to this on the third ring road in Kyoto
The speed can be said to be very amazing. This is also thanks to the fact that it is not commuting time and there are not many cars in the driveway. Otherwise, even the world's racing drivers may not be able to achieve this speed.
Feng Sizhe is not a person who likes to drive a speeding car, but this is not his first time driving a speeding car. As a third-generation official, he has also played racing with many so-called Hu Peng dog friends. His psychological quality is excellent and he has won many times.
No. 1, but he won't drive fast in broad daylight when nothing happens.
Speaking of which, he can even be called a law-abiding citizen. Normally, he drives at an average speed of 40 mph around the third ring road in the capital, but today he cannot do so because his second uncle has just
Then he called and said that his grandpa was dying in the hospital. After hearing the news, Feng Sizhe changed his usual gentle and elegant style and had no choice but to speed up the car. He drove fast just to see his grandpa one last time.
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But as the old saying goes, goods don't travel alone. As we were getting closer and closer, a red traffic light suddenly appeared in front of us. Feng Sizhe was so anxious that he had no time to brake, so he simply stopped braking and accelerated instead.
When I stepped on the accelerator, the car immediately headed towards the intersection ahead.
There were too many unexpected situations during the day and at night. Feng Sizhe's pupils were slowly dilating. He saw the endless flow of cars and saw his car crashing into a Volkswagen, and there seemed to be another heavy car diagonally down.
The Hummer was rushing towards the side of his BMW...
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"Feng Sizhe, Feng Sizhe, get up quickly. What's going on today? Don't you usually get up very early to practice? If you really don't want to go to the junior high school class, just don't go. Why bother yourself?" A woman said with a pleasant voice.
The alto sound sounded, and then Feng Sizhe turned over on the bed. Then after hearing the cry, he sat up from the bedside in a daze.
The first thing that caught his eye was the wooden table that he claimed to be considered antique when he was young. It was said to be antique simply because it was made of pure high-quality pine wood and was extremely strong. In the last century*
In the 1940s, this kind of wooden table was basically the first choice for families with certain backgrounds, but even if ordinary people wanted to use a table made of such material, they probably couldn't get it. But now he was indeed placed in front of Feng Sizhe.
"Are you kidding?" Feng Sizhe muttered before walking out of bed. He just slept for a while, but why did he feel a strange feeling, as if the environment had changed? Who did this prank?
, put the old pine wood table and chairs in this room, and where is this? It looks very much like the west room of the courtyard where I lived when I was young. But that’s not right, I have moved out from there many years ago.
,How is this going?
Feng Sizhe walked toward the wooden door of the room in confusion. He wanted to go out and see who was responsible for such a low-grade prank.
Just when he stood up, Feng Sizhe was frozen in place as if he had been cast by a spell. All this was because he accidentally saw the lens on the washbasin hanging at the door of the middle room. Following the lens, he saw an unknown figure.
The same self.
It's not completely correct to say it's different, because the person in the lens is still himself, but it's not the person he is now, but the person he was when he was young and had just returned from England.
"What, what's going on?" Looking at himself in this lens, Feng Sizhe was confused. He reached out to touch the beard around his mouth out of habit, and only after touching it did he realize that it had just grown.
The young stubble is completely different from the prickly beard in my memory.
After sitting back on the wooden bed, Feng Sizhe began to think about the whole story.
In the impression, Feng Zhe seems to be driving to the city to see his grandfather for the last time, but he has no idea how he returned to the courtyard, and the items here seem to be used when he was young.
After all, Feng Sizhe felt very familiar with the arrangement of these items.
"Could it be that I have traveled back to my youth?" Feng Sizhe thought in his mind, and couldn't help but giggle twice. He had read many popular rebirth and time-travel novels on the Internet, but those were just people.
I just made it up in my spare time, how could such a thing happen in the real world? Could it be that I was dreaming? Thinking of this, Feng Sizhe reached out and pinched his arm hard.
"Ouch, it hurts." Feng Sizhe stretched out his hand and pinched it, and he felt it. It really hurt. Then when he looked at his arm, he was stunned again.
Look, this is such a white and delicate skin. I am a person who loves beauty. I am afraid of aging prematurely. I have also used some well-known international men's cosmetics. But my skin is old when I am old. How can it still look like it was when I was young?
It's still as tender and smooth, but now my skin doesn't look like that of a twenty-year-old boy.
The environment has changed, his appearance has changed, and even the condition of his skin has changed. These all remind Feng Sizhe that he seems to have truly been reborn.
Sitting slowly on the bed, Feng Zhe thought a lot for a while. He just didn't have the courage to face reality yet. He didn't dare to open the door to see what the scene outside the door looked like and whether the world was real.
Back to more than twenty years ago.
"Feng Sizhe, Feng Sizhe, have you gotten up? If you don't, I will go in and lift your quilt." The mezzo-soprano voice sounded outside the door again. Upon hearing this voice, Feng Sizhe was even more stunned. Just now, I
He didn't hear it very clearly in his sleep, but this time he really heard it. Isn't this voice the voice of his aunt Zhao Lizhu? Wasn't it because her job was not going well and she was excluded and went abroad? How could this happen?
Appear next to you?
Feng Sizhe rubbed his head, but he really couldn't figure it out. Now his life trajectory seemed to have undergone major changes, and he was now completely confused.
"Feng Sizhe, do you really want your aunt to come into the house and pull you out? Let me tell you, even though you have grown up, you are just a child in front of me. If you don't get up, I will really come into the house.
I caught you, otherwise I will be scolded by your grandpa soon." Aunt Feng Sizhe's voice sounded outside the door again.
Suddenly hearing his aunt say that he would be scolded by his grandfather, Feng Sizhe suddenly woke up. Yes, he had really returned to his youth and was reborn!
In my memory, my grandfather has been bedridden for several years. The sudden attack of cerebral thrombosis made my grandfather suddenly lose the ability to take care of himself. He could not speak or have any language or body shape. At that time, Feng Sizhe would always go to the hospital to see his grandfather.
, sometimes he would even think that it would be a beautiful thing if his grandpa could stand up from the bed, even if he just scolded himself a few words. Now, this matter has finally become a reality, and he has returned home bizarrely due to a car accident.
In his youth, it was natural for grandpa to return to his healthy self at that time.
Thinking that he would soon see his chatting and laughing grandfather, Feng Sizhe actually felt a little bit excited. He quickly put on his clothes from the bedside, and then after a loud cry, he reached out and opened the door of his bedroom.
Door.
Outside the door, everything is still the same, just like what I remembered when I was young. There are two strong sycamores standing there in the middle of the courtyard. I still remember that in the last world, these two sycamores had died due to the climate in Kyoto.
At that time, there was only one sycamore tree standing here alone, not to mention how depressed it was, but now the two sycamore trees are standing here completely again, glowing with a different kind of youth just like Feng Sizhe himself.
Next to the sycamore tree, Feng Sizhe saw his aunt, who had a mushroom haircut that was most popular in the early 1990s, making her still look young and full of vitality.
Seeing Feng Sizhe staring at her, Zhao Lizhu hurriedly lowered her head and looked at her clothes. When she found that there was nothing wrong, she yelled at Feng Sizhe angrily: "What? It's so early in the morning."
You're teasing your aunt, right? You're going to beat her up."
Hearing that his aunt was scaring him again, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but smile stupidly. The aunt in his youth was back again. At that time, the aunt was so cheerful and talkative. Far from the one he was called Huang Dongren in the later period, the one looked gentle and handsome.
, it is said that he was a colleague of his aunt before, but in fact he was a big liar. I still remember that after my aunt was deceived emotionally and physically by Huang Dongren, she was no longer happy and joyful. At this moment, Feng Sizhe suddenly had a thought in his heart.
The decision was that he must use his hard-won rebirth experience to protect his aunt and not let her get hurt again. As for Huang Dongren, who cheated money and sex, it was best not to let him see him again, otherwise he would go to hell.
Bar.
"Young aunt is so beautiful." Looking at Zhao Lizhu, Feng Sizhe couldn't help but sigh.
"Hey, kid, you're looking for a fight, right? You dare to tease your aunt so early in the morning. If I don't tell my sister later, I'll take care of you." Zhao Lizhu knew that Zhao Sizhe was just expressing his feelings. Besides, she was called beautiful by others.
That is also a very happy thing, not to mention that she knows very well how her sister, Feng Sizhe's mother, Zhao Lirong, feels about her son. She treats her son as an absolute treasure. She is afraid of losing it when she puts it in her hands, and is afraid of it turning into something when she puts it in her mouth.
How could she be willing to do anything to her precious son?
Feeling that his aunt was joking with him, Feng Sizhe chuckled, "Then what do you want me to say, saying that my aunt is an ugly monster? Isn't this too unconscionable? I can't tell."
As soon as Feng Sizhe said that she was ugly, Zhao Lizhu wanted to be angry, but after hearing the next sentence, she immediately became happy again. "Really, my nephew is a bit weird. Although he usually has a good relationship with me, but
You really wouldn't open your mouth and say so many words." Zhao Lizhu also had a strange feeling in her heart.
Seeing that his aunt seemed to be deep in thought, Feng Sizhe smiled and ignored her, and just asked, "Auntie, is grandpa still exercising in the east courtyard?"
"What? Your head is burned out? Of course the old man is exercising at this time? Why, you also want to join in the fun in the east courtyard?" Zhao Lizhu said this with the intention of forcing Feng Sizhe, but she knew that although Feng Sizhe and the old man were in the same relationship
The relationship between her grandson and her grandfather was such that the old man liked Feng Sizhe very much, but that was just because he had shaved his head and picked a new one. Feng Sizhe had nothing to say to her grandfather except basic courtesy, so she went out of her way to anger Feng Sizhe.
Let's see how this sharp-tongued little nephew will answer me.
To Zhao Lizhu's surprise, Feng Sizhe nodded, "Okay, I will follow my aunt's advice and go to the east courtyard to see grandpa."
After saying that, Feng Sizhe actually ran towards the east courtyard at a trot and speed. Looking at Feng Sizhe's back, Zhao Lizhu felt as if the sun was rising in the west for a moment. This bastard actually dared to go to the east courtyard to find him.
