The small southern town in my memory is crowded every holiday. There are vendors setting up street stalls on both sides of the road. The surrounding buildings are full of heavy soil. The intertwined telephone poles above our heads cut countless pieces of deep blue sky.

All of this matches the scene I remember. Birds will fly by in the sky, then stay on the wires, looking down at the bustling land.

At this time, the government had not begun to pay attention to greening. The large number of camphor trees were planted on both sides of the road that was not wide but not crowded. The cicadas in my ears were not as loud as those in later generations.

Zhou Peng was wearing a light white shirt, carrying a canvas schoolbag, and pushing a bicycle with a bar in front of him. He stared at the pedestrians passing by, as if he had never heard the bustling noise that poured into his ears.

"To be honest, I still can't believe Zhou Peng was dismissed from his post this time."

"I heard that I was under double supervision?"

"Maybe, the head of the Personnel Section of a small county government, who has embezzled so much bribes, should... be sentenced to death."

"Zhou Peng is only in his thirties and has a bright future, but...ah..."

The conversation in another world has not disappeared, and it will continue to flow into one's eardrums, but every word is like thunder, imprinted deep in the heart, heartbreaking.

The light of the shackles of his hands seemed to be still swaying in front of his eyes. When he was taken away from the county party committee office by the police and entered the asphalt street with flashing spotlights, all the pictures were frozen at that moment. Then it was like a puzzle game that he loved to play when he was young. All the pictures began to break like glass, and bits of starlight floated in the air. The next moment, it was like a pair of big hands vaguely manipulating all this, disrupting countless pictures, and then began to respell and plan.

The shackles disappeared.

The expressionless civil servants standing in the government building, holding their two tall and burly policemen, several excited reporters crowded by them, several passers-by pointed at the outside, and a woman standing in the distance with her mouth covering her face and crying while she glanced at her casually.

All disappeared.

Life begins to re-read, and fragmented pieces of memory flash in Zhou Peng's dark brown eyes.

When he was sixteen years old, he failed the high school entrance examination. Zhou Peng barely entered a garbage high school with extremely poor grades. He has been in a daze for three years. Black June brought Zhou Peng the most tragic nightmare. Fortunately, he was sharpened in the last year and barely left a second-tier university. After graduating from university, he was lucky to join the ranks of national civil servants. Later, he was transferred to the grassroots level. He worked diligently and conscientiously for more than ten years, from a village cadre to the head of the Personnel Section of the County Party Committee. He had a bright future, but large-scale corruption and bribery cast a dark shadow on Zhou Peng's life.

Life is like chess. It is not uncommon for people to lose the wrong way in one step, and Zhou Peng happened to fall into this category.

Zhou Peng originally thought that his life was like this, but when he was taken away from the county party committee office by the police, Zhou Peng had a result in his heart.

But what's going on at this moment?

As the memory fragments gradually become pieced together with time, the revealed picture has changed from what happened before.

The buzzing sound of the downtown city came from this small southern town. The narrow streets and the crisscrossing wires above their heads gave Zhou Peng a strange feeling of going back in time. What surprised Zhou Peng even more was that a street vendor in front of him was spitting loudly introducing the items he was selling. Not far away, students gathered together with schoolbags on their backs were walking out of a door with laughter.

Zhou Peng blinked his eyes, and looked at all this and felt extremely familiar. A warm feeling came from the bottom of his heart. He subconsciously pinched his palm, but unexpectedly found that he was pushing a bicycle with a bar in the front row, and his exposed arms scared Zhou Peng, and he was actually a little thinner than he had imagined!

Zhou Peng opened his mouth slightly and quickly lowered his head, but found that he, who had always been wearing a suit and tie, had changed into a light white button-up shirt, with jeans and Huili sneakers on his lower body, and he looked like a good student dress.

On his pretty face, the hair was shattered between his forehead, and Zhou Peng, carrying a canvas schoolbag and pushing his bicycle, had some illusion in his heart. He looked at the vendor who was talking about the items in his hand in front of him, and asked carefully: "Where is this? How many years?"

The vendor is a girl in her twenties, wearing a pair of glasses and a light blue floral dress. She has already made a name for herself in this pedestrian street with her tongue. At this time, when she heard Zhou Peng’s question, she was full of enthusiasm. She put the sun hat in her hand on the carpet, took out a slanted denim backpack again, and said with a smile: "Student, this is the pedestrian street in Chengguan Town, Tonghua County. Today is 1998, July 1st. Now, if you don’t need a sun hat, I have the latest slanted backpack here, which is very popular and suitable for a handsome guy like you. Moreover, it is suitable for men and women. If you give it to girls, I will definitely like it the most!"

"In 1998? Tonghua County?"

When Zhou Peng heard the female vendor's words, he looked dull. For a moment, the memories in his mind were like Jiang Hong who had leaked from the gate, surging in the turbulent situation.

Specifically, Zhou Peng was 16 years old this year and failed the high school entrance examination. Many people's lives began to be divided into different levels this year, looking for different tracks. With his good sports long-distance running advantage, Zhou Peng was not allowed to enter a garbage high school despite his scores not being on the high school admission line, but he was specially recruited to enter a garbage high school.

Well, July 1st, this day should be the day when the high school entrance examination results will be released.

The golden sunlight moved from the horizon, and the afterglow fell on the old buildings on both sides of the street, and in Zhou Peng's dark brown eyes. He watched the street vendors selling around him start to pack up the stalls. Looking at the female vendor in front of him asking about his hopes, Zhou Peng turned his head and thought about it, touched his pocket, accidentally took out ten yuan, and handed it to the female vendor without thinking, pointing to the dark yellow sun hat on the carpet, and smiled and said, "Can I buy this?"

The female vendor was a little surprised. She thought that Zhou Peng was just a student who passed by after school, and this type of student was not uncommon. She touched and asked, but she would not really buy it. But her good professional ethics made the female vendor maintain the most sincere enthusiasm when facing every customer. Therefore, when she saw the money handed over by Zhou Peng, she subconsciously asked: "Do you really buy it?"

After saying this, the female vendor regretted it. Zhou Peng smiled, parked the car by the side of the road, walked over and bent down to pick up the sun hat, and handed the money to the female vendor again.

The female vendor quickly took it. When she was groping her wallet around her waist to make change, she raised her head but was surprised to find that Zhou Peng was pushing the car away. She screamed for a few times without a response. She wanted to run over to stop Zhou Peng, but was afraid that the stall would be lost. So after thinking, she gave up. She just looked at Zhou Peng's back and felt a little surprised in her heart how this student was so generous.

Zhou Peng, immersed in his memories, did not think carefully about the value of ten yuan in 1998. At this moment, he just secretly ordered: "July 1, 1998? Unfortunately... the high school entrance examination has ended..."

In his previous life, Zhou Peng had already developed a calm mind to deal with things, so even if the so-called rebirth of the so-called rebirth happened to him, Zhou Peng did not feel any discomfort, it was really like a pool of stagnant water.

As I remember, the middle school entrance examination should be around June 10th. Zhou Peng sighed. Since God arranged for himself to go back to the past to make up for his regrets, why didn’t he go ahead?

But it's probably not too late, and some regrets can still be made up for.

Holding a sun hat in one hand and pushing a bicycle in the other, Zhou Peng looked at the surrounding environment and began to walk not far away while feeling the change of things and people.

The familiar buildings in my memory, the newly built asphalt roads on the streets were still filled with broken soil. The golden afterglow in the sky fell on Zhou Peng, and a long shadow fell on the ground. Not far away was a school, with scattered but popular convenience stores on both sides of the school. Zhou Peng came here and looked at the school sign with four characters "Tonghua No. 2 Middle School" hanging on both sides of the gate, and was stunned. His thoughts seemed to fly to a specific time period again.

This is an era where girls will run away with red faces when singing Jacky Cheung’s love songs.

The crowds of people in the past gradually became sparse as time passed. Groups of students who walked out of Tonghua No. 2 Middle School, holding their respective grade notes, were either happy, frustrated or pretended to be profound.

Then Zhou Peng saw a cluster of figures.

"Ling Fei, how did the exam?"

"Ling Fei has been admitted early by No. 1 Middle School. Oh, it's great!"

"Ling Fei, don't you want to go to school in the city? Your grades must be the top scorer in our county's high school entrance examination..."

Four or five girls came out of the school in a cluster, and in the middle, there was a ponytail girl with a beautiful face and temperament. The ponytail girl smiled slightly, and her bright eyes were flowing and people were afraid to look at her.

Wang Lingfei...

Looking at this beautiful face who was more than teenager but still familiar, Zhou Peng felt bitterness and helplessness in his heart.

The high school entrance examination is a bad battle that determines the victory or defeat of life, and it is also a watershed in life. In this bad battle, he was unable to bear the defeat and was knocked down the downstream of the watershed. However, Wang Lingfei rose straight in this bad battle and went to two different classes with him.

I remember that Wang Lingfei was indeed the top scorer in the county’s high school entrance examination this year, but she did not go to school in the city, but stayed in Tonghua County. After graduating from No. 1 Middle School, she was admitted to a top-notch university in China. Later, she entered society and worked as an accountant in a financial firm with a monthly salary of tens of thousands. Unlike the hard life of civil servants after being transferred to the grassroots level, Wang Lingfei lives a completely different life from herself.

Later, Wang Lingfei married the boss of the financial firm. Although her relationship with her was a little weak, she still maintained some contact.

"Is that Zhou Peng?"

Next to Wang Lingfei, a girl with a moderate appearance pointed at Zhou Peng who was stunned and dazed here, deliberately joking: "Do you know Zhou Peng's grades? I have seen his score..."
Chapter completed!