The piercing alarm began to buzz and noodle, and when he opened his eyes dimly, it was still dark, Hao Jun habitually stretched out his right hand, and was busy tinkering with the pillow, his fingertips colliding on the cold object, faintly painful. subconsciously stretched his waist, but suddenly his whole body couldn't be exerted, and he drilled out a slightly thin quilt, and suddenly there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Hao Jun has always had the habit of sleeping under the quilt, even after marrying a wife and having children.

The snow-white ceiling, and the cobwebs left in the corners, all seemed to be right in front of him, Hao Jun blinked, and continued to sleep, the frequented and scary ringtones were like a silk thread, directly bursting the eardrums, and frantically poured into his mind.

Hao Jun suddenly felt cold all over, and the irritability caused by the alarm clock disappeared in an instant, replaced by a deep shock and fear.

He almost jumped up from the bed, just after the cold winter, the cold of early spring can still pierce people's bones, the scene in front of him seems to be vaguely familiar, but, at this moment, Hao Jun really can't imagine how he came to this ghost place when he was still sleeping on the bed of a warm little home, could it be that he was kidnapped, even if it was such a possibility that even he felt ridiculous, but what if he was really born? What about his daughter, Beibei, the precious daughter who has been inseparable from him since his mother's death? He vividly remembers the scene when he kissed his lovely daughter's forehead and told him a beautiful fairy tale before he went to sleep last night.

His heart trembled wildly, if in this world, Bei Bei also left him, then what was the meaning of his life?

"Brother Jun, you're not cold, get up quickly, in the morning! Principal Gu should come to check again, be careful if you can't get out of the door and be caught!" The voice that suddenly came from under the bed was very immature. Hao Jun had the opportunity to pay attention to the place he was at the moment, but the doubt in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The one who spoke to him was Hu Jiajie, more precisely, Hu Jiajie thirteen years ago, this is a face that will never be erased in Hao Jun's heart, as if it was fate, all the expressions on this face, every smile, every cry, and even every maturity or old age, almost all have Hao Jun's memory.

Hu Jiajie is one of Hao Jun's few good buddies, from the same class in elementary school to the graduation of high school, but at this time, Hao Jun didn't have time to remember this face that had long been in his memory, but asked tremblingly: "Where am I?"

The guy who had just walked out of the door leaned back again, stretched out his tiger's head, and sneered: "I think Brother Jun is scared stupid, what a big deal, I'll find someone to settle it in the afternoon!" After the person finished speaking, he lifted his pants that were a little sagging and ran away.

The expression on Hu Jiajie's face was very strange, he glanced at Hao Jun, and said softly: "Hurry up, that guy won't be there when he goes out for morning exercises!"

Hao Jun's head kept buzzing, as if the alarm clock that had been quiet in the corridor had been transplanted into his mind at this moment, and the familiar faces in his memory began to go out intermittently, but most of them seemed immature and young, and what Hao Jun knew was just a few more strokes on those faces with years.

He couldn't help but look at the sky from the window, his expression was quiet, but his heart was already magnificent, and he spread his hands a little cold in front of his eyes, these little hands that were still very immature were really his own, a little nail mud trapped in his nails and the skin that was so smooth that women were envious and jealous told him that this was a pair of little boy's hands, but was it really himself? Hao Jun stared at the index finger of his right hand for a long time, looking at the familiar scar lying across the palm of his hand, which made him slightly sure that these hands did indeed belong to him Hao Jun.

But everything in front of him is too bloody, even if God can't help but make a joke on the world, but why did he choose him, is it just a dream, maybe just bury your head in this way and sleep again, and when you wake up the next day, you will warmly see your well-behaved and sensible daughter lying in her arms, waiting for her father to wake her up and send her to school.

I'd rather all this be a dream, but it's okay to maintain it like this for a while, Hao Jun said in his heart, this is one of the better memories he has in his life.

"In the rainy season when I was seventeen years old, we had common expectations......" Lin Zhiying's song came from the big radio outside, and Hao Jun couldn't help but drink lightly, until he finally screamed hoarse in the bed.

"Classmate sings well, don't you?" A very angry question suddenly hit Hao Jun's already chaotic thinking, making him shudder.

Hao Jun reluctantly opened the quilt, and finally began to face up to everything he had seen that he could not explain with common sense, not just because Gu Bawang came.

This is a very formal eight-person dormitory, Hao Jun has been living in such an environment since junior high school, until graduating from college, and even in the early stage of work, he lived in a dormitory provided by the company. As for Principal Gu, who had left an indelible image in Hao Jun's heart, he was the object of Hao Jun's focus at the moment.

"Okay, I'm back!" was a phrase that had been tumbling in Hao Jun's heart, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't explain it all with his knowledge or insight in 2o11. Hao Jun, who hadn't flipped through the calendar or recorded the time in any other way, couldn't tell what year it was, but he was sure that this was his dormitory when he was in junior high school, and the approximate time was between '95 and '98.

He rolled the quilt numbly, and finally found the clothes in his eyes in the corner, speaking of which, Hao Jun still has a deep memory of this school uniform, in that era, this black and white winter uniform completely changed his image of the traditional loose rotten cloth school uniform, warm and slightly fashionable, and the rumored designer of this school uniform is the principal of Gu Da who was ignored by Hao Jun at the moment, it is difficult to imagine that a middle-aged man who is nearly fifty years old will have such avant-garde thoughts, or an old principal who has always been a traditional educator。

Wearing school pants, Hao Jun climbed down from the top bunk very quickly, after all, this action has been repeated for almost ten years, however, it is difficult to put on shoes, it is easy to imagine what kind of mentality a man who has reached the age of thirty in his heart will be in the face of the glamorous and dazzling orange sneakers, not to mention, this pair of sneakers is also a deep image for Hao Jun, in the only few surviving photos from junior high school, wearing orange sneakers and a dark blue loose traditional summer uniform The photos he left in the Science and Technology Museum have been one of the topics of conversation in several small places。

Reluctantly fastening the green sneaker laces, Hao Jun eagerly walked into the narrow bathroom of the dormitory and bounced, finally making Principal Gu, who had been holding his temper, feel in a hurry, and his eyebrows and feet jumped a few times. As a principal who has maintained a serious image in front of students for a long time, Hao Jun's ignorance completely touched Principal Gu's nerves.

At this moment, Hao Jun is standing in front of the big mirror made up of eight small mirrors by eight people in the bedroom, trying to recall, and it seems that it is a little difficult to make the image of himself in his memory overlap with him in the mirror.

A black and shiny head, because he was too lazy to repair it, disorganized, Hao Jun vaguely remembered that from elementary school to junior high school graduation, he has maintained such a state, only when the head is longer than the eyes, until the bridge of the nose, he will reluctantly go to the store to retouch, even when he met his wife who is gentle as jade, he reluctantly changed this ghostly appearance, maybe this is one of the reasons why Hao Jun, who looks quite delicate and sunny, has not been treated well by girls.

Hao Jun teased his head that had not yet been distinguished, and suddenly remembered Zhou Libo's words, and shook his head coquettishly towards Principal Gu, who had been standing at the door with a gloomy face, "The head is clear, wow?" With the hometown dialect that was already close to Shanghainese, Hao Jun felt that it was unique. After Hao Jun finished this set of coquettish actions, his heart was unnaturally a little empty. Some people, some things, although a long time has passed, but as long as the facts are rolled, they will make waves again, even if he has a heart many years later, in this familiar scene, when he sees familiar people, there is always an inexplicable impulse to integrate into the previous life and feelings, and at this moment, Hao Jun just wants to naturally devote himself to such an identity that belongs to him thirteen years ago, and he can't help but secretly curse God for this terrible joke that is big for him.

He peeked at Principal Gu, and saw that there was no superfluous expression on the old face full of vicissitudes, and the trembling in his heart was even worse, and he vaguely remembered that the expression of this old principal was often inversely proportional to the violence in his heart. It's just that at this moment, there is a thirty-year-old heart wandering in the soul, and the seriousness of the old principal has instantly become synonymous with kindness and kindness.

Holding back the excitement and uneasiness in his heart, Hao Jun stretched out his somewhat white palm and smiled at the old headmaster who was stunned and watched him make this series of actions: "Principal Gu, it's been a long time! You are much younger!"

Gu Zhongmin got up all morning to supervise the students for morning exercises, and his eyelids kept jumping hard, but when he met such a student, I don't know if he was old and dizzy, or the head teacher concealed it, after more than two years, Gu Zhongmin admitted that he didn't notice such a number one person among the students.

It's just that the principal, who is accustomed to seeing the wind and waves, subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and the big hand and the small hand were held together at the right time, looking at the faint eyes in front of him, the old principal seemed to see the grateful eyes of the students who came back to visit him after graduating from him.

Hao Jun didn't have time to think about what caused the notoriously stern headmaster to shake hands with a teenager like him, but he just jumped over the principal's side and walked down the stairs like a fly, shouting, "Headmaster, I'm running!"

At this moment, his heart is like a flood beast, like a breeze blowing willows, as if flying in the nine heavens, and as if flowing in the rivers and lakes. He is like a kite that will never be tied down again, and he will henceforth be in control of his own destiny, and he will never again be confident in being responsible for his own life.

Gu Zhongmin didn't say the words that popped into his mouth, and he couldn't see the thin figure anymore, and Nan Nan said in his mouth: "It's good to be young!"

Donghu Middle School has only two classes at an age, at that time, it belongs to a nominally independent school in Chengbei Middle School, and the students in it are all primary school students in the city who are admitted with real talents, and they have to teach a large amount of sponsorship every year, at that time, the city's junior high schools have implemented such a so-called key class system, in order to get expensive sponsorship fees, of course, as one of the East Lake Middle School is also one of them.

The semi-military management of Donghu Middle School requires you to get up at 6 a.m. every morning for morning exercises, which are running around the playground located next to the dormitory building.

When Hao Jun went downstairs, the crowd had already begun to run in an orderly manner on the playground, passing by the familiar cement basketball court, looking at the new basketball board, as if he could feel the light dancing arcs across the sky and falling into the net, making a crisp sound to the teeth.

Running across the basketball court, jumping over the podium, is the playground, perhaps this is one of the few places where Hao Jun has a bad feeling for Donghu Middle School, which is one of the cinder tracks, and many years later, the school can only use plastic tracks.

In the three years of junior high school, Hao Jun would deal with cinders almost every day, when dust and laughter flew together, and the morning glow and red flags were the same color.

Hao Jun was anxious to find Hu Jiajie to understand the situation, but this age is the age of hormones, after running two laps neatly, this group of excited children couldn't hold back for a long time, and rushed to the front of the team one after another, in order to show their strength, like an antelope running at the front, always holding their heads high.

The messy team, the flying dust, Hao Jun couldn't tell who the people around him were for a while, so he could only rush forward with the team, his physical strength was okay, and he was able to keep up with the large army, and it was not difficult.

It's just that everyone seems to be looking at him a little strangely, a little curious, a little afraid, and a little ridicule in it, Hao Jun, who has been in the society for several years, feels the difference in this gaze very sensitively, but he can't remember it at all, this situation and this scene.

While the crazy boys ran out of energy and crossed the finish line, the girls also stopped slowly, chatting and walking to the cafeteria downstairs of the dormitory to eat.

Hao Jun had a chance to catch the panting Hu Jiajie, his round glasses were covered with a thick layer of dust, connected with the morning moisture, and his eyes were looking ahead without focus, apparently not noticing Hao Jun who had caught him.

"Hey, traitor!" Hu Jiajie has short hair, a comb that is obviously three or seven points, and wears thick round rather retro glasses, almost exactly the same as the senior traitor in the TV series, so he has such a nickname.

"What year is today, what month, and what day is it?" Hao Jun was eager to know the exact time of this moment, he didn't know if there was a chance to go back to 2o11, his life seemed to need to be replanned.

The heads of several thieves and thieves all came over one by one, "Brother Jun, aren't you stupid by that Zhu Junjie, we thought you were looking for a traitor with some secrets!" The one who spoke was Chu Tiannan, who had just put down his words to help Hao Jun settle something, a native of the city, his father was the director of surgery of the city hospital, and his mother was the general manager of a pharmacy.

"I see, Brother Jun was given a heart medicine by that woman, and he can't extricate himself!"

"Alas, a complicated love triangle!"

Several people talked about it one after another, and finally let Hu Jiajie, who was a little exhausted, catch his breath, he glanced at Hao Jun worriedly, and said intermittently: "March 26, 98, are you okay?"

Hao Jun crooked his brain and calculated, this is the second semester of the third year of junior high school, 98 years, the motherland is flooding, Hong Kong has just returned, and Macao is about to return, this is the stubble.

He shook his head desperately, grinned with a big mouth, and laughed at Hu Jiajie, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged the traitor who was wiping his glasses, and shouted loudly: "Traitor, brother is here to save you!"

Several boys desperately dragged the two people who were hugging each other tightly, their eyes were anxious, their necks were red, and they shouted: "It's over, it's over, it's stupid!"