1993.

summer.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the scorching heat is like a furnace.

It was only 7:30 in the morning, and the air was already hot.

Song Weiyang stood in front of the mirror for a long time, looking at the youthful face, so familiar, far away and strange.

Seventeen-year-old face is elegant, clean, pure. His nose is high and straight, his eyebrows are slanted, and his eyes are clear. The style of Guo Tianwang's mid-divided hairstyle is very contemporary, which represents fashion at this time, making people unable to help but want to stretch out their arms forward, twist their palms, and dance while singing: "I can't finish my love for you..."

On the wall opposite Simmons's big bed, there is a movie poster of the Terminator 2. The Governor is wearing sunglasses and his expression is cold and righteous. Michael Jackson covers his crotch with one hand and presses the brim of his hat with the other, and points his butt at the Governor's face.

The Governor and MJ's neighbor are Hong Kong City singer Chow Huimin. The head of the jade girl wore a beret and a striped red T-shirt. The soft light effect filled the entire pictorial, making her shrouded in the fairy spirit.

Song Weiyang lowered his head and touched his stomach. It was flat and his abdominal muscles were vaguely visible, rather than the greasy middle-aged beer belly.

"Hello, handsome boy, I'm glad to see you again!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said to himself.

The sun is dazzling outside the window, and cicadas are screaming in summer. A few breezes shake the leaves and cast spots on the ground.

On the writing desk placed next to the window, there is a "Lenovo 1+1" domestic computer. It has a thick and clumsy case and an ugly and original display screen. The market price is close to 20,000 yuan. In the years when the average monthly salary of the country is less than 300 yuan, ordinary workers need to work hard for five years without eating or drinking before they can buy this computer with only 8M memory back home.

Obviously, our protagonist, Song Weiyang, is an enviable second-generation rich man.

It's a pity...

Song Weiyang glanced at the calendar on the wall and his expression became a little strange. He remembered the day "July 2, 1993".

In a few hours, my father will be sent to jail.

In another half a month, the 200-square-meter house in my family will be forcibly taken back by the new factory director.

In another year, the eldest brother will die unexpectedly due to a debt dispute, while the mother will be distraught and moderately depressed.

Today is the turning point in Song Weiyang's life.

In his previous life, he spent twenty years finally becoming a rich man again, but he could only barely achieve his father's peak achievement.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of his mother Guo Xiaolan came from outside: "Yangyang, it's time to have breakfast!"

Song Weiyang pushed the door out, looked at his mother's youthful appearance, and suddenly felt a little choked, and whispered: "Mom, thank you for your hard work."

Guo Xiaolan obviously had a wrong idea, so she forced out a smile and comforted her: "Don't worry about your father's affairs. He will be sentenced to a few years at most. He has not been in prison before."

"Well, I know." Song Weiyang could only nod.

Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua came out with her nephew who had just turned one year old and said with a worried look: "Mom, I won't go to the court today. Xiaochao cried before dawn. I guess he was feeling uncomfortable somewhere. I have to take him to the hospital for a look."

Guo Xiaolan put the bowls and chopsticks and said, "Go, it's important to treat children. I'm watching over the court."

"Do you have money with you? Why don't I drive you by car?" The elder brother's voice came from the toilet.

"I'll take it, I'll take a taxi." The sister-in-law said and left.

Soon, the elder brother finished washing up and came to the dining table with his shirtlessness, his body shimmering and shiny.

The eldest brother's name is Song Qizhi. Because he likes to fight and cause trouble, he was sent to join the army as soon as he graduated from junior high school. In the third year of the conscript, he won two individual third-class merits and one collective second-class merit. Just when he was about to be promoted, he actually chose to transfer to the army because he could not stand the constraints of the army - a soldier.

The names of Song Qizhi, Song Weiyang and brothers are connected together, namely "Qizhi Weiyang", which can vaguely show their father's ambitions.

The atmosphere at the dining table was dull, no one spoke, only the buzzing sound of the electric fan.

My father's case has been held several times, and the final judgment is probably coming today, and everyone is in a heavy mood.

"I'm full!" The elder brother put down his bowls and chopsticks, walked to the balcony and kept smoking.

Song Weiyang also followed him and spread his hands and said, "Give me one."

"You are almost 18 years old, so you should learn to smoke," the elder brother threw a whole bag of China, accompanied by a lighter, and instructed, "Take it and smoke it slowly."

Song Weiyang lit up quickly and took a breath, looking downstairs thinking. There were seven or eight people waiting there, all of whom came to collect debts, and it was difficult to be quiet all day long.

The eldest brother also glanced down a few times, spitted out the smoke ring and said, "You will be in your third year of high school soon. Don't worry about your family affairs, and prepare for the college entrance examination with peace of mind."

"Yeah." Song Weiyang replied in a low voice.

The family was going out at the time and met several neighbors in the corridor. Some people greeted each other, some avoided them like snakes and scorpions, and some people were gloating with expressions of gloating.

Everyone knows that the once glorious Song family is completely finished.

"Here, come!"

The debt collector who was squatting downstairs, when he saw Song Qizhi appear, immediately raised the sign of "repaying debts and paying back money" and surrounded the family of three.

"Get out of the way, let's talk about money someday. I'll go to the court today!" The eldest brother pushed the person away directly, showing a fierce look on his face, and the eighty-style military stabbing on his waist appeared and disappeared.

The debt collectors hesitated for a moment and finally let the Song family go, but they kept following Santana, and they obviously would not give up easily.

In the early 1990s, there were almost no skyscrapers in the fifth-tier cities. The ten-story department store in the city was already a landmark building, and no farmers dared to go in for shopping even during the Chinese New Year.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are gray and do not have too many colors, just like black and white photos frozen in the long river of time.

A bus carrying a natural gas bag came from afar, domineering and clumsy, which successfully attracted Song Weiyang's attention. This is a symbol of the country's insufficient oil capacity and was very popular in the 1970s, but it was not until 2003 that Rongping City eliminated the last "gas bag bus".

Unlike the thriving Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, the inland city in 1993 was lifeless, which made Song Weiyang, who was reborn, feel depressed.

When we arrived at the court, there were already many reporters and onlookers gathered here.

Today's trial case is really sensational, because the defendant Song Shumin is well-known and is recognized as the richest man in Rongping City, so many ordinary people came to the trial.

Guo Xiaolan, Song Qizhi and Song Weiyang appeared, which inevitably caused a commotion. Fortunately, the reporters these days are relatively slow and did not rush over like chicken blood. They were too lazy to take two photos.

...

The trial begins at 9 a.m.

Song Weiyang finally met his father Song Shumin again, not the old and depressed head full of white hair in his memory. He was taken out by two bailiffs. Although he was wearing a voyeur costume, his face was a little tired, but his expression was particularly calm. His hair was shaved into green and his beard had not been shaved for several days, but he still couldn't stop the handsome and calm middle-aged handsome man, and his vague self-deprecating gaze added three points of unique charm.

Unfortunately, no matter how handsome you are, you have to be punished.

Song Shumin had completely accepted his fate. Faced with one accusation, he pleaded neatly and neatly, and the defense lawyer completely lost his value of existence.

The trial lasted until noon and it was time to pronounce the verdict.

"Everyone stands up!"

"…In accordance with the provisions of…, the sentence is as follows: The defendant Song Shumin was guilty of corruption and bribery, embezzlement of public funds... and sentenced to eight years and six months in prison..."

"well!"

Guo Xiaolan sighed, her husband's sentence was too long and it was difficult for her to accept.

Song Shumin stood in the dock with his head held high and his chest held high, as if he had expected the result. He sneered: "I obey the verdict and will not appeal."

"Crack, crack!"

The reporter finally pressed the camera shutter, and the people who heard the trial also discussed it. Some people applauded, and some people felt wronged for Song Shumin.
Chapter completed!