"Damn it, why is it so cold on this hot day?"
In a daze, a gust of cool wind passed by, and Wang Xiaohei shivered with the cold.
Wang Xiaohei couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, I obviously closed the window when I went to bed last night. Why is the summer wind in the Northeast so strong? It froze me to death."
At the same time, a girl's voice kept whispering his name in Wang Xiaohei's ears.
"Wang Xiaohei~"
"Xiao Hei, wake up quickly!"
Wang Xiaohei slowly opened his eyes, and after a few seconds of blurred vision, he saw his wife Zhao Xiaomeng's appearance in middle school appearing in his sight.
Wang Xiaohei's eyes widened in an instant, as if he had exhausted all his strength. He felt a little weak all over, and then he twisted his neck and looked around.
What caught Wang Xiaohei's eyes was a crowded small room filled with various wooden desks. He was sitting on a wooden stool, with dilapidated adobe walls and windows with holes everywhere. , there are anti-theft steel bars on the windows, a dark blackboard and a desk that has begun to rot...
The whole environment is very old and exudes a musty smell.
"What the hell, where is this?" Wang Xiaohei asked, looking at the surroundings in confusion.
Everyone was immersed in the ups and downs of the reading, and no one answered him.
Looking at the room full of students, Wang Xiaohei's eyes widened and he shouted loudly.
"Can anyone tell me where this is?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the students looked at Wang Xiaohei.
"Snapped."
At this moment, Wang Xiaohei suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his back.
"Who the hell? Why are you beating me?" Wang Xiaohei cursed loudly.
This slap made Wang Xiaohei lose all sleep, and then he stood up instinctively, and then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
"Hahaha..." The whole class laughed out loud when they saw this.
"Wang Xiaohei, you fell asleep in class again. Tell me, what did you dream about again?"
Wang Xiaohei turned around and saw that the person who had just hit him was He Dongmei, his middle school teacher.
"He, He, Teacher He, haven't you already...?" Wang Xiaohei looked at He Dongmei with horrified eyes and said.
"Wang Xiaohei, what's wrong with me? Take a mirror and see if you still look like a student now?" He Dongmei said angrily.
After that, he took a mirror with a red pattern frame from the desk and threw it in front of Wang Xiaohei.
Wang Xiaohei slowly picked up the mirror and looked at it.
In the mirror was a teenage boy with messy hair. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with holes everywhere on his upper body. His face was thin and he looked malnourished.
"Damn it, isn't this me when I was in middle school? How could this happen..."
Wang Xiaohei put down the mirror in his hand with trembling fear, and then froze on the spot.
"Wang Xiaohei, you really can't hold up the wall. You slept during class. Did you steal the chicken last night?" He Dongmei walked up to Wang Xiaohei and took him by the collar and shouted angrily.
Wang Xiaohei ignored He Dongmei and continued to observe the surrounding environment and people.
"Oh my god, isn't this the classroom I used when I was in middle school? Hasn't it been torn down and rebuilt a long time ago?" Wang Xiaohei said in surprise.
He Dongmei saw that Wang Xiaohei ignored her at all, so her anger level reached its peak.
"Wang Xiaohei, I think you might as well die if you are like this. Get out of here." He Dongmei shouted angrily.
Wang Xiaohei still thought that all this was a dream, so he said, "I was afraid of you when I was studying. Could it be that I am still afraid of you in my dream?"
"Pah," He Dongmei slapped Wang Xiaohei on the face again.
"Wang Xiaohei, your life is useless!" He Dongmei roared loudly.
This slap completely woke up Wang Xiaohei. Wang Xiaohei looked at the classmates around him and found that they were his classmates in middle school. Even the decorations in the classroom were exactly the same as when he was studying.
"Wang Xiaohei, you are really a piece of wood that cannot be carved into stone. Get out of the classroom immediately." He Dongmei was furious.
Wang Xiaohei suddenly had a hundred thousand reasons in his heart. If this was a dream, then this dream was too real, right? Could it be that he traveled through time?
Standing outside the door, Wang Xiaohei looked at the yellowed calendar on the desk in the classroom. The dates on the calendar were particularly eye-catching.
April 9, 1999!
Wang Xiaohei pinched his arm hard.
"It hurts." Wang Xiaohei was stunned for a moment, and froze outside the door as if he had been struck by lightning.
It turns out that I really traveled through time!
After school, Wang Xiaohei put on his schoolbag and walked on the familiar road.
Spring is the season of sowing. Along the way, everyone was busy in the farmland. In the farmland, patches of green rice fields came into view. The sparkling water reflected the reflection of the blue sky and white clouds. The croaking of frogs and the buzzing of insects in the fields intertwined into a pastoral song. symphony.
The men carried plowshares on their shoulders, which shone brightly in the sun, while the women followed closely behind, holding rice seeds in their hands. Although the children could not carry the plow, they participated enthusiastically under the guidance of the adults. They inserted rice seeds into the moist fields, and the tender green seedlings swayed in their hands.
When Wang Xiaohei returned home, he saw his grandma Yue Xiuli and his grandfather Wang Dadian bending down and slowly following the cows to rake and plow the fields. He burst into tears.
"Xiao Hei, are you back? Which school are you in? Which school are you crying about?" Grandma said first.
"It's okay, grandma, I just miss you so much."
Upon seeing this, grandma slowly straightened her back, and then dragged her tired body out of the field.
"Are you hungry? There is food left for you in the house. Go and eat it quickly." Grandma said as she walked.
Wang Xiaohei didn't speak, just shook his head desperately.
This year is the third year that Wang Xiaohei's parents have gone out to work, and it is also the third year that Wang Xiaohei has been living with his grandparents.
Two years later, my grandma finally left this world in pain because she had no money for medical treatment.
Counting the time, grandma's body is already having problems. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohei felt extremely sad.
"Grandma, I miss you so much." Wang Xiaohei threw herself into Yue Xiuli's arms and cried.
"Xiao Hei, be obedient and stop crying. Go and eat quickly. The rice is in the pot." Grandma said.
After finishing the meal, Xiao Hei stood in the mud-filled courtyard of his home, looking at the scene of villagers working in front of him, feeling as if he was in another world.
The scene in front of him overturned his cognition, although he also knew that this was what the rural areas in the southwestern mountainous areas should look like at the end of the 20th century.
One second he was sleeping soundly in a magnificent home, and the next second he was in a rural area full of adobe houses. Although this was the place where he was born and raised, Wang Xiaohei still couldn't adapt quickly.
