Chapter 1: Reborn eight or eight years

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, got up. It will be zero soon, get up and eat some dumplings."
Feng Yu feels a bit strange, but feels very kind. He stumbled and promised, opened his eyes, but saw a young face that only existed in memory.
"sister?"
"Wake up, hurry up and wash your face. Tell you not to drink, you have to drink, fall asleep without watching Spring Festival Evening." Feng Danying said with a smile.
Spring Festival Evening? Today is New Year's Eve?
Feng Yu looked around with a confused look. There was a cabin of less than six square meters, a single bed, a patched bedding, an old wooden table, and a 20-watt incandescent lamp on the top. The dim light, the old newspaper on the wall, is full of national events that he can't remember.
Isn't this the old house of his family when he was a child, but this house has long been demolished with the construction of small towns, and how did his sister become so young?
Feng Yu raised his hand, only to find that this is definitely not a whole joke, because his hand is getting smaller and his arm is thinner.
He jerked off the bed and stood by the door frame, with the mark he made with a knife every New Year's Day, the highest line, 1988, 166 cm.
Is it 1988? He has not graduated from junior high school yet?
He slammed himself hard, and the pain almost screamed, wasn't it a dream?
Feng Yu opened the door and the mother was cooking dumplings in the big pot in the kitchen. He lives in a hut, goes out to the kitchen, and on the other side of the kitchen is the living room, which is called the house on the farm.
"Get up, don't drink in the future?" Zhang Muhua glanced at his son with affection.
Feng Yu looked at the mother who was still full of black hair and her eyes were wet.
"Mom, you have worked hard."
"This kid, what to say. Hurry and wash your face, watch TV in the room, dumplings will be just right." Zhang Muhua heard the hard work, and the heart is very happy, the son is grown up.
When Feng Yu saw the father sitting on the bench in the living room, his lips were shaking. In the future, when he was able to make money, his father was found to have died of brain tumors in less than three months, and even did not spend a penny he earned.
The child wants to raise and not to wait, this makes for a long time, Feng Yu is very uncomfortable.
"dad."
Feng Xingtai turned to look at his son: "Get up, the head is still dizzy? Watch TV, the national dance party, can be celebrated."
"Don't faint, the wine has passed. Dad, I still want to drink with you for a while." Seeing his father's face anger, Feng Yu quickly explained, "Beer can do."
I haven’t had a few drinks with my dad for a lifetime. Feng Yu now has a strong desire and wants to drink again with Dad.
"There is no long-term memory, that line, drink a little more later. I see you coming to the New Year tomorrow! Danying, go get two bottles of beer."
Feng Danying shook his head helplessly and turned to get beer and cups.
There is also a single bed in the hall with a bedding. Feng Danying went to school to live in school. When he returned from vacation, he lived in the back room with his mother. This bed is Feng Xingtai sleeping. But three years ago, Feng Yu was still asleep.
The western wall of the living room has a three-door vertical closet with two suitcases on the closet. On a solid wood table, there is a 14-inch black and white TV, and the TV is in the Spring Festival Evening.
In the middle of the living room is a folding round table filled with dishes and dishes. A total of eight dishes, but all are leftovers at night. There are chickens and fish with elbows. All eight dishes are leeks and there is no vegetarian dish.
Feng Yu did not watch TV, but walked to the front of the closet and took a close look at the mirror. Although the light is not very good, Feng Yu still sees himself. It is only a teenager, and there is only a little beard under the nose.
He looked at the calendar on the wall at the door, February 16, 1988, New Year's Eve.
He can now be sure that he is born again!
The mother quickly cooked the dumplings. Feng Yu and Feng Danying went to the kitchen to help the dumplings come up. After all four people sat down, Feng Xingtai picked up the chopsticks.
"Xiaoyu, you still drink!" Zhang Muhua took a look at Feng Yu.
"Mom, let me drink a little more during the New Year."
Feng Xingtai also helped to say a few words, Zhang Muhua shook his head and went by them. Feng Yu also diligently poured a glass of beer to his mother and sister. The family must have a drink.
"Dad, Mom, Sister, Happy New Year, Cheers!"
Feng Yu took a sip of these leftovers on the table and felt very delicious. This year, there are no hormone additives for later generations. Fish and rabbits are wild, chickens and pigs are self-supporting. The two of them ate these dishes, they were dumplings, and one person drank a bottle of beer. No more Feng Xingtai allowed it.
After eating, Feng Yu finished washing and went back to his hut to lie down. When he was lying in bed, he tossed and turned, and couldn't help but think of life before rebirth.
Feng Yuben is a middle-aged man in his forties, working as a team leader in a small investment company. Stocks, futures, gold, and crude oil have all been done, not too successful, but the income is not bad.
There is a wife, no children, my father died of illness in his early years, and his mother lived with him.
He remembered that it was the spring of 2015. In order to bring his wife abroad to treat infertility, he wanted to make more money, so he put all the deposits in the house, including the house and car mortgage, into the stock market. His prejudgment, at this time is a bull market, fools can make money.
The situation started very well and his investment soon doubled. So he boldly used a hundred times of leverage, wants to make more profit, and then doubled this time, he will do nothing for the rest of his life, and can also eat and eat.
When the stock market rose to 5,000 points, he decided to play, and called his team's trader to sell the stock, but the boss thought it would continue to rise and not sell.
Starting the stock market has indeed risen a bit, he also feels that the boss is indeed better than him. However, the stock market soon plunged into diving, because he used high leverage and no funds to add, so he was forced to close the position quickly. Not only did the customer’s money be lost, but even his own money was lost.
He was expelled from the company. He drank a lot of wine that day, and then deliberately fell under the watchful eyes of many people, accidentally falling on the road and being hit by a large truck.
This should not be considered suicide. He should be able to pay millions of dollars for the accident insurance, enough to redeem the house and the car, and leave the mother and wife a sum of money.
He remembered that he was looking at the big truck that was flying fast. He thought that if God can give him a chance to come back again, he should stop dying again. He wants his family to live comfortably!
But I did not expect that God really gave him a chance to come back!
Since God has let him come back, then the regrets of past lives will never be there again. He wants to be a rich man, he wants to be a legend in the investment world!
Thinking of this, Feng Yu couldn't help but shouted: "I Feng Yu, come back~~~"
"Xiaoyu, don't shout, hurry to sleep." On the other side of the wall, Zhang Muhua shouted. At the same time, complaining about her husband, how to let his son drink at night, this is all nonsense. Learn Hu Hansan, is that a good person? That is a big traitor!
After hearing the voice of the mother complaining, Feng Yu smiled and turned over, and fell asleep sweetly.