"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, get up. It's almost midnight, get up and eat some dumplings. ”

Feng Yu felt that the voice was a little unfamiliar, but he felt very kind. He agreed in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a young face that only existed in his memory.

"Sister?"

"Wake up, hurry up and wash your face. Tell you not to drink, you have to drink, you fell asleep without watching the Spring Festival Gala. Feng Danying said with a smile.

Gala? Is it Chinese New Year's Eve?

Feng Yu looked left and right in confusion, a small room of less than six square meters, a single bed, patched bedding, an old wooden table, a twenty-watt incandescent lamp above his head, emitting a dim glow, and old newspapers pasted on the wall, all of which were some national events that he couldn't remember.

Isn't this the old house on the farm where he was a child, but this house has long been demolished with the construction of a small town, and how did his sister become so young?

Feng Yu raised his hand, only to realize that this was definitely not a joke, because his hands had become smaller and his arms had become thinner.

He jumped out of bed and stood by the door frame with the mark he used to make with a knife every New Year's Day, the highest line, 1988, 166 cm.

Is it 1988? He hasn't graduated from junior high school yet?

He pinched himself so hard that he almost screamed in pain, wasn't it a dream?

Feng Yu opened the door and came out, and his mother was cooking dumplings in the big pot in the kitchen. He lives in a cottage with a kitchen on the other side of the kitchen, which is called a hall on the farm.

"When you get up, will you still drink in the future?" Zhang Muhua glanced at his son lovingly.

Feng Yu looked at his mother, who was still full of black hair, and his eyes were moist.

"Mom, you've worked hard."

"What do you say, boy? Hurry up and wash your face, go to the house and watch TV for a while, and the dumplings will be ready immediately. Zhang Muhua heard that hard work, and his heart was also very relieved, his son has grown up.

When Feng Yu saw his father sitting on the bench in the living room, his lips trembled. In the future, when he was just able to make money, his father was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor and passed away in less than three months, without even spending a penny of the money he earned.

The son wanted to raise but didn't wait for his relatives, which made Feng Yu feel very uncomfortable for a long time.

"Dad."

Feng Xingtai turned his head to look at his son: "Get up, are you still dizzy?" Let's watch TV, the folk dance festival is festive. ”

"Don't faint, the strength of the wine has passed. Dad, I'd like to have a drink with you in a moment. Seeing the anger on his father's face, Feng Yu hurriedly explained, "Beer is fine." ”

He hadn't drunk with his father a few times in his life, and Feng Yu now had a strong desire to drink with his father again.

"I don't have a long memory, that's okay, drink a little more in a while, I see if you can get up tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings! Danying, go get two beers. ”

Feng Danying shook her head helplessly, turned around and went to get the beer and cup.

The hall also has a single bed with futon bedding. Feng Danying went to school and lived in school, and when she came back from vacation, she lived in the back room with her mother, and this bed was Feng Xingtai slept on. But three years ago, Feng Yu was still sleeping.

The west wall of the living room has a three-door vertical wardrobe, and there are two suitcases above the wardrobe. On a solid wood table, there is a fourteen-inch black-and-white TV, and the Spring Festival Gala is playing on the TV.

In the middle of the living room was a folding round table, which was already full of dishes and chopsticks. There were eight dishes in total, but all of them were leftovers from the evening. There are chickens, fish and elbows, and all eight dishes are meat dishes, and none of them are vegetarian dishes.

Feng Yu didn't watch TV, but walked to the front of the wardrobe and looked carefully in the mirror. Although the light was not very good, Feng Yu could still see himself clearly, and he was clearly only in his teens, and a little beard only appeared under his nose.

He looked at the calendar on the wall at the door, February 16, 1988, Chinese New Year's Eve.

He can now be sure that he is born again!

Mother quickly cooked the dumplings, Feng Yu and Feng Danying both went to the kitchen to help bring the dumplings, and after the four of them sat down, Feng Xingtai picked up the chopsticks.

"Xiaoyu, you're still drinking!" Zhang Muhua glared at Feng Yu.

"Mom, for the New Year, let me drink a little more."

Feng Xingtai also helped to say a few words, Zhang Muhua shook his head, and let them go. Feng Yu also diligently poured a glass of beer for his mother and sister, the family must have a drink.

"Dad, Mom, Sister, Happy New Year, Cheers!"

Feng Yu took a bite of these leftovers on the table, and he felt that they were exceptionally delicious. In this year, there are no hormone additives or anything like that in later generations. Fish, rabbits, and so on are all wild, and chickens and pigs are homegrown. The two of them ate these dishes, just dumplings, and drank a bottle of beer each, and Feng Xingtai didn't let them go any more.

After eating, Feng Yu finished washing up and went back to his hut to lie down. As he lay in bed, he tossed and turned, and couldn't help but think of his life before he was reborn.

Feng Yuben is a middle-aged man in his forties, working as the leader of an investment team in a small investment company. Stocks, futures, gold, crude oil have done everything, which is not too successful, but the income is not bad.

has a wife, no children, his father died of illness at an early age, and his mother lives with him.

He remembered that it was the spring of 2015, and he wanted to make more money in order to take his wife abroad for infertility treatment, so he invested all the family's savings, including the money obtained from the mortgage of the house and car, into the stock market.

The beginning of the shape shì was very good, and his investment was quickly doubled. So he boldly used 100 times leverage, wanting to make more profits, and if he doubled again, he would not do anything for the rest of his life, and he would be able to worry about food and clothing.

When the stock market rose to 5,000 points, he decided to come out and called his group to inform the traders of the group to sell the stock, but the boss thought that it could continue to rise and did not let him sell.

At first, the stock market did rise a little, and he still felt that the boss was indeed more capable than him. But the stock market soon ushered in a dive, because he used high leverage and had no additional funds, so he was soon forced to liquidate. Not only was the client's money lost, but even his own money was lost.

He was fired from the company, and that day he drank a lot of alcohol, and then, deliberately under the gaze of many people, accidentally fell on the road and was hit by a large truck.

This should not be considered a suicide, he should be able to pay millions of dollars if he took out the accident insurance, enough to redeem the house and car, and leave a sum of money for his mother and wife.

He remembered that he looked at the speeding truck, and thought to himself that if God could give him a chance to do it again, he would not die like this again, and he would let his family live a comfortable life!

But I didn't expect that God would really give him a chance to do it all over again!

Since God let him do it again, then the regrets of the previous life will definitely not be there again in this life. He wants to become a rich man, he wants to become a legend in the investment world!

Thinking of this, Feng Yu couldn't help but shout: "I, Feng Yu, am back again~~~"

"Xiaoyu, stop shouting, hurry up and go to sleep." On the other side of the wall, Zhang Muhua shouted. At the same time, he complained about his husband, why he let his son drink at night, this is nonsense. Learn from Hu Hansan, is that a good person? That's a big traitor!

Hearing his mother's complaining voice, Feng Yu smiled, turned over, and fell asleep sweetly.