Chapter 1: Dreaming Back to 1970

  The scorching sun, a ten-square-meter room like a steamer, Wang Wei wore only his shorts, with a pack of ten-yuan cigarettes in his mouth, his right index finger constantly tapping the mouse left and right buttons, cutting and pasting the data he needed online. This was Wang Wei's third book, about a person reborn in the 80s. Just now, he had just finished researching. "Damn it, finally done."

  Wang Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smelly towel and let out a sigh. Wang Wei, a graduate of a second-rate art school's editing department, had experienced countless disappointments and frustrations after graduation. He finally chose a relatively free but even more frustrating profession - online writer. After experiencing numerous setbacks, he finally achieved some success, although not as much as the legendary figures on the internet who earn tens of millions per year. At least he could earn one or two thousand yuan per month, and sometimes when subscriptions were high, he could reach three or four thousand yuan per month. This was already a very good result for Wang Wei.

  After all, it's hard to find a job now, and it's even harder to find a job that allows you to be free like this. Wang Wei took out a piece of bread from the convenience bag beside him, which he had already bought, and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls. He then grabbed a thermos cup that had lost its metallic luster and gulped down two mouthfuls of boiled water, only then did he let out a satisfied burp and fell asleep with a snore next to the computer.

  Today is the last day of the month. It's also the last day of the monthly ticket war, and I need to update as soon as I wake up from my nap. This was Wang Wei's last thought before falling into darkness. The stars had shifted, and the scorching sun in the sky had been replaced by the moon and stars. At this moment, a gentle breeze occasionally blew through the window, stirring up a refreshing coolness in the sweltering room. Wang Wei, who was fast asleep, subconsciously moved his arm that was under the pillow as he felt the coolness.

  With a "clunk", the thermos on Wang Wei's right hand side fell over, and the water inside flowed out of the cup towards the tangled wires behind the computer. Immediately afterwards, there was a "sizzling" sound, and an electric current flowed through the water towards Wang Wei. At the same time, two strange things happened outside the small house. The nine planets in the Milky Way galaxy were aligned in a straight line, emitting a strong magnetic field. Also at this moment, all computers connected to the internet displayed the message "network unavailable", but only for an instant before returning to normal.

  The next day, a local TV station in the northwest region reported: "Yesterday, a sudden fire broke out in Chengzhong Village, a district of our city. Most people have been evacuated, and the number of casualties has been counted. One person died, an orphan, with no injuries... It's hot in summer, let this be a warning to everyone, pay attention to fire prevention..."

  Wang Wei only felt a numb and tingling sensation in his sleep, and then he didn't know anything. "Ah, it's comfortable, I haven't slept so well in a long time." Wang Wei sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, looked at the sun outside the window, and it seemed to be around 8 or 9 o'clock. "Hmm, how did I end up on the bed?" Wang Wei was puzzled in his heart. He clearly remembered that he had just finished checking the data of the third book and was preparing to write a few more chapters to make a final push for the monthly vote for the second book. But because he was particularly sleepy at the time, he planned to rest his head on the table for a while and wake up to continue writing. However, it should have been around 5 o'clock in the afternoon... but now...

  As he thought about it, Wang Wei discovered a serious problem. That is time... It seems that he had slept for a day. "Ah, sleeping has delayed things." Wang Wei sat on the bed and sighed, suddenly feeling that the phrase 'Why sleep long before death, when you will sleep forever after' was too right. Wang Wei wiped his face with some disappointment, jumped off the bed to wash his face, but just as he did, Wang Wei finally discovered the difference around him.

  In an instant, the expression on his face changed from despair to shock, his mouth agape. Then he thought about how he was supposed to be sleeping with his head on the computer desk. Suddenly, a word that made Wang Wei's skin crawl flashed into his mind: 'sleepwalking'.

  "This, where is this place? Could it be that I sleepwalked into someone else's home......"

  With this thought, Wang Wei hastily jumped off the bed and ran out of the house. At this time, Wang Wei's mind had only one thought: hurry up and run, if the owner of the house finds out, he would definitely be beaten into a pig's head, and if things go wrong, he might even be sent to the police station as a thief.

  Wang Wei ran three steps and two steps to the door of the small hut, next to which a floor mirror was placed. Wang Wei subconsciously took a glance at the floor mirror, and as soon as he did, he was suddenly frozen in front of it, as if he had been cast with a petrifying spell. In the mirror, a boy with clear eyebrows and eyes, thin and gaunt with a childish face, stood stupidly in front of the mirror.

  "Is this really me?"

  The boy in the mirror moved his lips, stunned for a moment, Wang Wei stretched out his right hand and pinched his own right cheek hard, as a result, the boy in the mirror cooperated with his left hand and pinched his own left cheek.

  Witnessing all of this, Wang Wei fell into a daze. Then a terrible thought appeared in Wang Wei's mind, causing him to frantically search the entire house for a calendar. As a result, the calendar was found, and the thought in Wang Wei's mind was also confirmed - he had traveled through time!

  Is this the 59th year of the Republic? What is it in Western calendar, 1970?

  I crossed over, and suddenly, Wang Wei felt a wave of dizziness in his head. Immediately, some unfamiliar memories flew out quickly and merged with Wang Wei's own memories. As the memories flowed out, Wang Wei also quickly understood his current identity, and the name of this body was also Wang Wei.

  Born on November 5, 1957, he was under fourteen years old. He had been living with his mother since childhood, and the word "father" had never appeared in this thin child's dictionary. For an entire morning, Wang Wei sat motionlessly in front of the mirror, staring at himself, while the fusion of two memories in his mind continued to merge. Gradually, Wang Wei felt that the person in the mirror was not so strange, as if it were his own youthful appearance.

  Before he knew it, the time had already passed noon. Suddenly, a rapid knocking sound came from outside the door, followed by the sound of the door opening. Wang Wei, who was still in a daze, was suddenly startled awake by the knocking and subconsciously said, "Is that my mom?"

  She immediately stood up, and at this time, the door was also opened. What entered Wang Wei's eyes was a 16- or 17-year-old girl. Although the girl was wearing very ordinary coarse cloth clothes, she still couldn't hide her elegant and pure bones.

  The moment he saw the girl, Wang Wei's brain short-circuited for an instant. This was the third time Wang Wei had been struck by lightning in one day. Pure and elegant, bright and moving, this face was too familiar to Wang Wei, who had studied the 1970 Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment industry for several months before crossing over. A name subconsciously slipped out of Wang Wei's mouth.

  The girl at the entrance of "Lin Feng Jiao" saw Wang Wei suddenly shouting her name, and she was taken aback for a moment. Then, she raised an eyebrow, lifted the lunchbox in her right hand, and shook it in front of Wang Wei, pretending to be serious: "I'm telling you, Ah Wei, you little scoundrel, I came to deliver food to you, but not only did you block me at the door, but you also dared to shout my name. You're getting bolder and bolder, are you trying to get your little bird (chicken) pecked?"

  When Lin Fengjiao said that, Wang Wei's face suddenly turned bright red. This was too direct! At this moment, Wang Wei had already forgotten that he was only a 13-year-old kid. Seeing Wang Wei's red face, Lin Fengjiao let out a snort and walked towards the house with her lunchbox, laughing as she went: "Hmph, this little brat has grown up now, even knows how to blush!"

  "Hurry up and come over, what are you standing there for?" Lin Fengya waved her hand at Wang Wei, then took out a bowl of noodles from the lunchbox. She smiled at Wang Wei and said, "This is the azong noodles that your sister bought for you on Zhonghua Road. You've been sick these past few days, so your sister got it to help you recover." After finishing speaking, Lin Fengya winked at Wang Wei, who was still standing there in a daze, and said, "Dumb kid, hurry up and eat, or it'll get cold and won't taste good anymore."

  Wang Wei's mind was in a daze at this time, and under Lin Fengjiao's call, he started wolfing down the noodles. After one bowl of noodles, Wang Wei was already sweating profusely, and Lin Fengjiao, who was sitting beside him, took out a clean white handkerchief from somewhere and helped wipe away the sweat on his forehead, scolding him: "Eat slowly, no one is competing with you."

  While eating, Wang Wei's mind kept recalling everything about Lin Fengjiao. The Lin family had a very good relationship with the Wang family, and Wang Wei's father had saved Lin Fengjiao's father's life. After Wang Wei's father passed away, the Lin family took care of Wang Wei's mother and him.

  Because Lin's father was from a poor background, had no special skills and was relatively straightforward, the family situation was not good either. So at the age of 12, Lin Fengjiao dropped out of school to work outside and supplement her family income.

  And 'herself' was also brought up by Lin Fengjiao, because her mother was a single woman, the only labor force in the family, so she gave birth to herself more than a month later and went out to work to maintain the livelihood of the mother and son, and herself was naturally handed over to Lin Fengjiao who was not yet five years old at that time. Thinking of this, Wang Wei's mind couldn't help but conjure up a scene of a dirty little girl with a runny-nosed kid crawling behind her.

  After finishing the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, Wang Wei sniffled and said "thank you sister" to Lin Fengjiao who was staring at him.

  As a result, Lin Feng's actions made Wang Wei laugh again, and finally, he was left with a red face. Only then did she leave, satisfied. As she walked out the door, she suddenly became serious and said, "Sister is leaving, you've just recovered from your illness, don't go running around outside again. If you get sick again, be careful or sister will beat you up." After saying that, she didn't forget to wave her rough little fist at him.