Chapter 1: Old man chat

Where am I?
Tan Zhenhua slowly opened his eyes, and the dark night came into the room. There was no light in the room, only a trace of moonlight outside the house poured into the window sill through the mottled shadow of the tree, printing the indoor scene in a hazy outline.
"This is not a hotel, nor is it my home!"
Tan Zhenhua squinted his eyes, adjusted to the darkness in the lower room, and slowly opened it again. This time, with the dim light brought by the moonlight, he could see the interior layout clearly.
He found himself lying on a narrow single cot. The cot was about one meter wide, with wooden handrails at both ends. There was also an identical small bed on the handrails. It looked like two wooden beds. The beds are stacked together, just like my university dormitory, made into bunks.
There is an old-fashioned wooden bedside table beside the bed. It should be the old style with a drawer on the top and a door on the bottom. Tan Zhenhua also vaguely saw that a vague five-pointed star was engraved on the drawer of the bedside table.
Looking further ahead, a shadow by the door showed the appearance of a chest of drawers, which was also the old style. There is a desk next to it. At first glance, it looks like the "sink on one end" that was popular in the 70s and 80s. There are a few small shadows in the corner. The outline should be a washbasin, a towel rack, a water bottle and the like. The whole house looked no more than 8-9 square meters. The strange thing was that he did not find a slightly more modern electrical appliance.
Tan Zhenhua’s heart was full of questions. He clearly remembered that he was participating in the appraisal meeting of a certain drone cluster technology. As the lead designer of the subject, the product successfully passed the appraisal and acceptance. Of course, it is something to celebrate. In addition, it was his 52nd birthday that day. The colleagues in the research group used the topic to play and poured his wine. He himself took advantage of the interest and drank a few more glasses. Then, uh, then it seemed to be broken. , After all, age is not forgiving...
Let's turn on the light and have a look. Tan Zhenhua fumbled and hung his feet by the bed, and finally slipped into the slippers. He got up and felt that his body was a little heavy. This should be because the effect of alcohol has not completely faded.
He began to search for his mobile phone on the bed, hoping to use the light of the mobile phone to find the light switch, but no matter how he looked for it, he didn't find the mobile phone. "Hey, it's not because you drank too much. The phone is lost, right? But the mate10 that I just bought is thousands of dollars!"
Tan Zhenhua muttered, stopped rummaging, thought for a while, then estimated the direction and touched the door of the room, "The light switches in normal rooms are all by the door?" He thought, suddenly felt kicking. When I arrived at something, there was a "clap", followed by the sound of bone rolling, which was especially harsh in the middle of the night. He quickly reached out and helped on the wall. He happened to hit something, and then with a "pop", the yellow light lit up. The rolling object showed its true body.
"Fuck, it turned out to be an extinct thing-the spittoon, who is still using this outdated thing? Well, luckily it's empty!"
The smell in the room is faint, some rustic, some familiar, some warm.
"Where am I?"
Tan Zhenhua looked around, hoping to find something to help him determine his current situation.
Finally, in the corner of the desk, he saw a small picture frame, so he walked over and picked up the frame.
In the frame is a black-and-white photo, one tall and one short, two little men leaning on the railing of a small bridge and smiling at him. Both men are wearing small military-style cotton clothes, the taller one holding the root The red tasseled spear is full of air. The shorter one is holding a wooden submachine gun and is making an aiming posture with one eye closed. There is a small line under the photo, "Ningdu Zhenguo Zhenhua took a group photo in 1970".
Tan Zhenhua held the photo blankly and looked indoors in a blink of an eye. The arrangement, this furniture, this smell, the gate in the depths of memory suddenly opened.
This is obviously my home!

There was a loud noise outside the door. A middle-aged woman pushed the door and walked in. The woman saw Tan Zhenhua holding the photo in a daze, and said anxiously, "Zhenhua, what happened just now? What sound?"
Tan Zhenhua turned his face stubbornly and looked at the familiar and kind face. The kind face gradually overlapped with the memory. The slight difference was that the corners of the woman's eyes were only slightly wrinkled, and she could still see her youth. She is good, but she is thin, and there are dots of white in the bun-that is the mark left by the years.
He felt something stuck in his chest, opened his mouth, but found that he could not make any sound at all.
The woman walked over, touched his forehead, then looked around, muttering to herself, "Well, the fever has gone away, alas, the spittoon kicked over, um, fortunately, it is empty. Zhenhua, Why did you hold the photo in a daze in the middle of the night? Did you think of your brother? Didn't he just leave yesterday and report to school?"
Tan Zhenhua tried his best to restrain the waves in his heart, and said insincerely: "I'm a little thirsty, I want to pour a glass of water." Then he put down the photo frame and walked back to the bed, sat down and watched the woman's hands and feet dexterously. Pour him a glass of water, gently put it on the old-fashioned bedside table, a soft reminder in his ear:
"Zhenhua, school will start tomorrow. This is the first semester of high school. The studies in high school are very heavy. You have to hurry up. You have a fever these few days and your illness is just right. You should rest early." Then she touched again. Touching his forehead, he said, "It's going to fall, and when you sleep, you should cover your belly with a blanket. Don't catch a cold again when school starts."
Tan Zhenhua opened his mouth, worked hard for a long time, and finally mumbled "Mom, I know, you should go to bed early." Then he turned over and fell on the bed with his face facing the wall.
The woman didn't know what she thought of, she sighed, then turned around, turned off the light, and went out.
Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing, Tan Zhenhua could no longer control his emotions. Tears instantly filled his eyes and then slipped silently.
When the door closed sounded, he turned over and sat up again, walked to the desk first, turned on the lamp, took the picture and looked at it, then put it down, and picked up a small mirror next to it carefully. Closer
In the mirror, there was a familiar and unfamiliar face, a delicate and slightly angular face, jet-black hair, a tall nose, and the hairs that had drilled out of the lips had begun to darken, and youthful.
This is me, this is such a young and innocent me!
He turned off the lamp, moved a wooden chair by the desk, and sat down by the window. The bright moonlight shone down and coated all the scenery with a silver-white halo. He stared at the moonlight and began to be in a daze. Dreaming? He twisted his thigh abruptly.
"His", it hurts, it hurts.
It's not a dream, then, Nima, I am born again!
Tan Zhenhua sat in front of the window, with thousands of thoughts tumbling in his mind, what happened to the heavens? After having experienced the wind and rain for most of his life, I suddenly showed him such a show. Is this lucky? How many people have dreams that are beyond their reach, and they have somehow inexplicably possessed them. Of course, they are lucky to have an extra lifetime. However, so many years of life experience tells myself that God will never admire him for no reason. Behind this fortune, is it to arrange some kind of mission for myself in this secret?
He thought carefully about the life he had experienced, everything about himself and his family.
The father who graduated from Harbin Institute of Technology in 59 was a high-achieving student who had been trained in Russia with the old director, and the first generation of electronic technology and radar experts trained by China itself; his mother studied medicine and also studied in another company in the same system in this city. Work in the affiliated hospital.
They are well-educated, but they are always accompanied by difficulties and poverty in the supposedly beautiful youth. They struggled to maintain this family, raising two sons, and filial piety to the elderly of the two families. All their income came from their father’s monthly wages of 52 yuan and 50 yuan and their mother’s wages of 43 yuan a month. Taken for more than 20 years!
In Tan Zhenhua’s memory, they get their salary on the 5th of each month. The first thing they do is to send 10 yuan to their grandparents in the countryside. According to their parents, they pay it back every month. They can save ten yuan, so that when the family leave every four years comes, they have a sum of money, they can take big bags and small bags, drag their two children, take the train day and night, and go back to their hometown. Go and see the old people who are old.
In fact, this kind of living environment has made parents quite satisfied, at least it is so much better than those single-employed families around, so that my dad can still play with the luxury goods of that era such as radio and cameras!
And he himself did not disappoint his parents' hopes. In 1982, he took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top-ranked Huaxia University of Electronic Science and Technology in China, majoring in electronic engineering, and then passed the postgraduate entrance examination, graduated, and was assigned back to this research institute. People's life.
In that life, when Tan Zhenhua first joined the work, the country’s weak economic capacity was unable to support the bottomless investment required to study cutting-edge science. The allocated scientific research funds were hurriedly distributed and the head fee was not much left. Model equipment It can only be said that it is better than nothing. There are only dim desk lamps, original drawing boards and T-squares, and ancient components, slow computers, old instruments, and backward equipment to accompany myself in the laboratory. It is more or less promising. The project had to be dismissed due to funding reasons, and I and my father often sighed relatively.
Although I have survived the initial painful dormancy, since the mid-1990s, scientific research funding has gradually been sufficient, and I finally showed my prowess, starting from the sub-system, and gradually growing into the designer of the entire large-scale system until the designer in charge. I went to a senior researcher and enjoyed the national subsidy. However, after all, too many detours were taken and too much time wasted. Huafa was gradually growing and the front teeth were loose. The lost youth and years can never be recovered. coming.
The sky was getting brighter, Tan Zhenhua condensed his thoughts, and laughed at himself, thinking that the rebirth of the journey through the mouth of the young man in the office of the previous life only exists in YY's online novels. Unexpectedly, he was over half a year old. Hundreds, it's unexpectedly come out like this.
The old man talks about being crazy about his youth, well, since it's already here, then the will of God doesn't matter, what matters is his own decision!
He clenched his fists and looked down at his thin but youthful body, where young power surged!
He secretly made up his mind: Since God has given me a chance to do it again, let me rewrite this history and live a different and wonderful life!
On August 31, 1981, Tan Zhenhua returned from the future. On this day, he was about to enter the third year of high school. On this day, he was not yet 17.