In August in the Northeast, the sun is scorching like fire, and the air is filled with the smell of heat that cracks the whole person. Facing the scorching sun, I long for a sip of ice-cold soda and a shady corner.
Wei Tao felt the dazzling sunlight shaking him, and suddenly the world was spinning, and a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.
"Xiao Tao, what's wrong?"
"This child is too hot. Is he suffering from heatstroke?"
Feeling that his arm was tightly grasped by someone and his body was leaning against, Wei Tao shook his head and opened his eyes.
Um?
The fat and handsome face in front of me and the thin face next to me subconsciously responded: "Mom, aunt."
No, so much younger?
Mother Zhou Xinglian handed over the water cup in her hand: "Drink some water. It's too hot. Don't follow me. Sit here and rest for a while..."
Looking at the sweat that was also flowing on her mother's plump cheeks, she looked around again. Aunt Zhou Xingrong saw that her nephew was fine and continued chatting with the landlord: "Sister, we are all on the side of the street (gai), run away." The minibus at the reservoir takes more than ten minutes to reach the stop, and your house is too expensive."
"Sister, everyone knows that our SJ City is going to be developed, and Jiangnan is the focus. Sooner or later it will be demolished here. The vegetable farmers who used to pay for the land are all getting better now..."
"Sister, what kind of place is that? What kind of place is this? It also has the reputation of not being a rural area. How is it different from a rural area? It is not easy for a girl like me to raise children alone, and I don't have much money, otherwise I wouldn't go there. Check out the house here..."
The fragmented memories deep in his memory began to integrate in Wei Tao's mind, and countless pictures came together. Some are blurry; some are still clear after twenty years. It’s not unforgettable. After constantly receiving new things in the Internet age, I have fantasized more than once about what my past life would be like if I could be reborn...
Is it a dream?
Is it an illusion?
Wei Tao pinched his left arm with his right hand. The force was not very strong, and the pain was real. Looking at the arm that was not thick, the instep of the foot was clearly visible when he lowered his head, and he could breathe smoothly. The discomfort caused by obesity was also gone. Gone.
He wiped his hand on his mouth, and smoothed the corners of his mouth that could no longer be concealed. If there is anything in life that is above birth, old age, illness and death, there is no doubt that living again, the length Changed by fate, quality is changed by oneself.
Wei Tao can't remember how many times he played with his mobile phone and became more and more energetic. When he could only force himself to turn off his mobile phone and close his eyes to sleep, the best tool to help him sleep was to have random thoughts about his life.
Either rebirth or change, your wild and unconstrained ideas will spread all over the Internet in a few years. You only need to put yourself into that identity, and you will feel a very happy sleep aid. Wei Tao doesn't know whether other people become more energetic the more they think about it, but here, after a good start, they will always fall asleep unknowingly, and when they have a rest the next day and don't have to get up to go to work, they will still be tired when they wake up. Bed, I will still think about the place where I took over last night's 'fantasy'...
I want to be born again.
I want to win the lottery.
I want to get the system.
It’s not that I don’t want to struggle and expect pie in the sky, it’s just that people have a little bit of false life imagination in this world.
It’s not that it’s an unsuccessful life, it’s just that it lacks the opportunity to enjoy life at a different age, and it also lacks a life that allows mothers to raise a puppy in advance, wear luxurious clothes, and no longer have to worry about both spiritual and material needs.
I wanted to be reborn, but I didn’t expect it to come.
"Why are you giggling? Here, go to the small shop over there and buy some ice cream to cool off." Looking at the five yuan handed over by his mother, Wei Tao nodded, took the money, and walked towards the direction his mother pointed.
I jumped up. It felt so good not to be restrained by more than 200 kilograms of weight. My flat belly was a 'scenery' I hadn't seen in a long time.
Eighteen years old, as young as a flower, as young as the wind, with seemingly unlimited energy in his body, and eyesight that has not been completely 'destroyed' by smartphones. At this moment, the pungent smell wafting from the nearby public toilets in such weather, and the soft dry mud underfoot even though it had dried out yesterday's rain, could not dampen Wei Tao's good mood in the slightest.
He bought two bottles of ice-cold mineral water. The food safety issues that must be taken care of in this era made him give up the off-brand brands that cost one yuan and chose Wahaha which cost one yuan and five cents. He also bought four popsicles that cost five cents. When he was buying something, it was Wei Tao who was in his thirties and had been struggling in society for nearly two decades. The memory that flashed in his mind was that of Wei Tao, who was eighteen years old. It seemed that he bought something for himself during the same link. A bottle of ice-cold Mirinda.
"Mom, it's hot. Let's eat a popsicle first."
First, he handed a popsicle to the landlord, then to his aunt and mother, and then handed a bottle of mineral water to his aunt. He took the other bottle in his hand, unscrewed it, and motioned to his mother to drink first.
"Hey, this kid is sensible." The landlady subconsciously wanted to be polite, but Wei Tao had already stuffed the popsicle into her hand, so she complimented him.
It was a hot day, and the walls of the small courtyard were underground and shady. There were popsicles to cool down as a buffer between the two parties' bargaining and the sincerity of the transaction. The almost non-stop conversation between the landlord and the aunt stopped briefly.
Wei Tao took advantage of the situation and walked into the bungalow, a row of bungalows. This house was the first one at the end of a dirt road. At this time, it was definitely outside the suburbs. The first house at the end had no geographical boundaries. The advantage is that the only difference from other houses with the same layout is that the courtyard door opens on a dirt road, while other houses open on a narrower alley.
The courtyard is not big, a dilapidated small warehouse with a cellar in the courtyard. The main house is only about thirty square meters. The entrance is an area that you can think of as a slightly larger kitchen. The cement floor is slightly undulating and not smooth enough. However, the windows inside the house are bright and tidy enough, and the landlady did not brag about it. From the doors, windows and stove, it can be seen that it is indeed the effect of living in a clean house.
There is a small window between the back room and the kitchen. Now there is only a fire bed in the back room, and everything else has been removed. You can see into the kitchen while sitting on the hot bed. The entire main house is a square cut in half, with the back room on one side and the kitchen on the other. Just inside the kitchen, a wall separates a very small room with a window facing the alley behind, and a single bed. It is only one and a half meters wide and more than two meters long. There is a single bed, and a single desk used in an old school is barely stuffed under the bed. There is a cabinet nailed above the head. Is there any stuff in it that has been taken away? Clothes hanging, obviously you have to live in this room, your personal belongings and clothes should either be placed in the overhead cabinet, placed under the single bed, or can only be hung on the clothes hooks on the wall.
There is no heating in the bungalow, and it is only heated by the fire. It is conceivable that this small room without a heated bed must be very cold in winter; the rear window and door are staggered, and there is no ventilation in the summer, so it will be very hot. But no matter what, this is considered a two-bedroom house. For an eighteen-year-old boy, having his own independent private space, that wall and door can withstand the cold of winter and the heat of summer.
Wei Tao knew that the landlord was selling this house for no other reason than that she and her family did not believe that urban development and construction could expand the city all the way here, let alone 20,000 yuan, even for 20,000 yuan. They won't sell this house for 100,000 yuan.
But even 20,000 yuan, for Zhou Xinglian, whose monthly salary is less than 600 yuan, is all she has accumulated through frugal and hard work for more than ten years.
Later, Wei Tao talked to his mother about why her mother, who was facing layoff and didn't have much money, had the idea of buying a house.
"Having a house means you have a home."
