Coming out of Aunt Erh Lin's shop, Upp was confused and subconsciously thinking about the ins and outs of things. His consciousness was constantly squeezing, but his head was gradually aching.

I remember before I passed out in the underground boxing ring in Phuket, Thailand, my opponent was a strong boxer from South Africa. That guy's fist is really heavy. Being punched is no less than being kicked by a clumsy elephant. But an elephant is an elephant. Full of strength, but clumsy to death. Speaking of light monkeys, you don't win much. Man Zi is an elephant. Originally, with the acumen of an ape, he was easily consumed by himself. After the second round of rest, I went on stage again, my head was dizzy for no reason, and then my hands and feet didn't work. Facing Man Zi's fist in South Africa, he was so stupid that he forgot to run away. ...

"I was stunned by Man Zi ... have I been dizzy for many days? Who sent me back here, old ghost? "

Struggling to squeeze the consciousness, the memory was pulled out little by little, and looking at the familiar place in front of him, Upp was as ignorant as a vegetable who had been in a coma for ten years, and could not find any clues about the status quo.

Looking down, I was still wearing the bright yellow shorts when I was boxing, but I just looked a lot fatter. The wide black belt tied to the belt lost its original tightness and hung loosely on my hip bone, as if it would slide down with the bright yellow belt at any time, making itself spring.

The sun is shining overhead, and the streets on both sides are a little old. It looks like a golden halo in the sun, but it is lively, so clean and bright. The white cotton piece on the hand was soaked with sweat, and the fist wrapped below seemed to suddenly become lighter. When I put my hand down, the white cotton piece slides down easily. The exposed hand is strange, white and clean, muddy, without traces of rings and calluses tempered by years of hard life, and the striking scars left by the Golden Triangle are gone.

There is a thin piece of paper at the junction of thumb and forefinger, which is a sports lottery ticket, but the style is much simpler and simpler. Seeing the date on the lottery ticket, my head suddenly hurts more.

"The lottery date is1August 27th, 999?"

Look up at the store that just came out. It is the storage in memory. Yes, but aunt Erh Lin's name is still on that signboard. When she left that year, didn't Er Yi renovate the signboard and hang up her daughter Er Ya's name?

What's going on here?

"Pu, why haven't you left yet?"

Doubt lingered in my heart, the door curtain of the shop slammed, and a rich figure came out.

"Second Aunt-"Aunt Lin came. She is the most beautiful widow in town. It's just, why is she so young? Upp remembers the beautiful widow when she left. Fifteen years later, she hasn't aged at all?

"The child, today how wood wait for a while like possessed. Don't stand in the sun, come in. See you sweating all over, aunt, please eat a popsicle to cool off-"

"Aunt, it's very kind of you to maintain, so beautiful after so many years-"Upp casually muttered, stepped into the store and carefully looked at the furnishings in the store, but his heart became more and more confused and confused, and his headache became more and more severe.

"The child, your mouth is really smart, aunt is more than 30 years old, still beautiful? Come on, wipe the sweat first, your arms are sweaty on this hot day-"

The towel was soaked in cold water, and the cold feeling stuck to the skin, which made Upp's thinking a little clearer. His eyes fell right on the lottery bulletin board behind the counter. When he saw the date on it, he suddenly became Zheng. The date and number of the latest lottery are exactly the same as those in his hand. Besides, Aunt Erh Lin said that she was in her thirties. Fifteen years have passed, shouldn't she be in her fifties?

"Aunt, what year is it today? What's the date? " The strong impact of vision and hearing made Upp instantly forget the movements on his hands. The towel was pressed tightly under his left armpit and his left arm was lifted for a long time. Time seems to suddenly stand still.

Aunt Erh Lin's beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled, looked at Upp's clothes, shook her head and said, "This boy, he played crazy in the summer vacation and never forgot. You see, I will go to school in two days. "

"1August 28th, 999?"

Wan Li in the clear sky, like a sudden drop of thunder, hit Upp's heart hard. He talked endlessly about the date pointed out by Aunt Erh Lin on the desk calendar, and then sat down with a crash. The light figure reflected in the counter glass suddenly turned into a lifelike teenager.

"This, is it me? Why did I become like this? No, this ... I ... am reborn? "

Aunt Erh Lin's chattering words never entered Upp's ears again, and countless thoughts lingered in his mind. Scenes of life experiences floated to his mind like old movies, one after another, and after a long time, they finally coincided with the scene in front of him.

On August 28th, 1999, Xiao Jian Town, Aunt Erh Lin's shop, the day after tomorrow, is the day when No.1 Middle School starts school ... Today, he is still three months and sixteen years old, and today, his life will experience the first tragedy. ...

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Memory rewinding is a long process, but it is short compared with dozens of rings in life. This alternation of long and short makes it difficult to adapt at once, but Upp was awakened by another sting.

Father, I miss my father who committed suicide today. He should still be writing a suicide note at this time. ...

The memory rewind suddenly stopped, and I woke up in the alternating sting of losing and thinking of my father. Then I looked at the lottery ticket in my hand and vaguely felt that this group of numbers was familiar. Upp grinned far-fetched. Did he lie on Conan's pillow and have a dream, or did he pick up Xia Zixian's moonlight box and read Prajnaparamita?

"Aunt, did you win the lottery last night?"

Aunt Erh Lin's eyes are strange. She thinks the clever son of the mayor's family is infinitely lovely in his consternation today.

Didn't he ask carefully about the time of the lottery yesterday? I said I was going to watch live TV. How could I forget today?

Whether she is an elder or not, she won't blame this childish naughty. She was counting the sales of the last lottery ticket. When she stopped and looked up, her delicate face without a wrinkle smiled slightly. "Yes, I won the lottery last night."

Then she buried her head and began to count the lists. Suddenly, she stopped suddenly, then her body stood upright, and her towering chest was exposed to Upp's sight without warning. She didn't even notice it, and her eyes were full of shock. After a long time, I muttered, "Oh, my God, the grand prize, I actually sold a grand prize, 5 million ..."

Great shock made Erh Lin's aunt excited, and her white face quickly climbed into the red tide. For a long time, she couldn't restrain her excitement. She didn't have time to pay attention to Upp. She read the winning number over and over again.

"35 18 ..." Upp spread out the lottery ticket in his hand and repeated the winning numbers read by Aunt Erh Lin word by word, comparing them one by one. When the beautiful widow's voice stabilized, he snapped open the curtains of the shop and shot out like an arrow.

"Is it really evil?" Behind her, Aunt Erh Lin reacted and looked at Upp who ran out. She looked up inexplicably and muttered something, then buried her head and stared at the winning number on the lottery machine, but she was silently calculating how much bonus she could get. As the number of people increased, her breathing became heavy again.

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Running out of Aunt Erh Lin's shop, Upp ran like a crazy wild horse along the street paved with green slates to the finish line, only when he was exhausted, he stopped, looked up slightly, closed his eyes to avoid the dazzling sunshine, took a deep breath, lowered his head and spread out the lottery ticket in his hand.

This group of numbers has been memorized in his mind for fifteen years, even his birthday has been forgotten for several years, but this number is still deeply engraved in his mind and cannot be erased.

At that time, when he found out that his father had an accident, he wanted to do something, but his tender shoulders could not bear too much responsibility. One day, he happened to pass by Aunt Erh Lin's shop and saw the lottery vending machine, so he changed all his pocket money accumulated over the years into a stack of lottery tickets. When I went back the next day, all the lottery tickets became waste paper. That night, the news of my father's death reached home.

Thus, the winning number of that issue is like a thorny needle, which has been deeply rooted in his heart for countless years. Whenever he is about to forget, the needle will shake gently, and the pain will deepen his memory again.

However, when he saw the lottery in his hand again, he hesitated. Is this just a dream on Conan's pillow?

If so, are these scenes too vivid? Familiar streets, familiar people and even dazzling lights are all familiar ... everything is within reach and full of my youthful memories.

Squeeze hard into your face, and the pain is real.

All this is true! It's true. This can't be true!

Upp touched his thin cheek and grinned with difficulty. This kind of thing is strange, but the magic inside is exciting, and every cell is full of excitement.

Somehow, I really benefited from Xia Zixian's moonlight box, so I magically crossed the gap of time and came back to my eyes.

"But what about the lottery?" The reality of 5 million made him hesitate again. He clearly remembers that he bought a thick stack of lottery tickets in his last life and missed a note. But why is there only one in his hand here, and it is the only one that won the first prize?

"Old ghost, are you helping me?" Is to doubt again, the fact of the first prize is as real as rebirth. After thinking, Upp has to attribute it to the blessing of the old ghost. He really remembers the sadness and despair in the eyes of the old ghost when he looked at him before he died. The sight of the parting glance slowly came to his mind. A moment before the coma, Li Dingkun pointed the black gun at the old ghost, but the old ghost was still trying to shout to himself-run!

"Li Dingkun-"carefully holding the lottery ticket, Upp grimaced and reviewed Li Dingkun's appearance in his mind, carefully hiding the old ghost's name. Soon he suddenly turned around, followed the direction of memory, and strode to the direction of Wei Zhen Building.

Xu has made up his mind to accept all this. He is determined to unload all the burdens one by one. He is glad to have the opportunity to get rid of them ... In short, when Upp walked into the bright sunshine again, he felt very relaxed.

Instead of avoiding the harsh light, he walked in the middle of the road, which was somewhat out of place with passers-by who chose shade. Several teenagers happened to pass by, and he vaguely remembered their names, so he waved and smiled in a friendly way.

Suddenly, the scorching sun of 1999 became lovely.

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Looking at the familiar street and roadside scenery all the way, Upp soon saw the antique courtyard of Wei Zhen Building, paused at the gate of the courtyard and went in.

People who have seen two world events are no longer impressed. Most of these people know him, but when they see him coming in, they are bound to be polite.

Laughing all the way, his heart was trying to tell who was gloating after his father died, even when he was depressed. The resolution, his mouth can not help but hang a contemptuous smile.

Everyone smiled intimately during the greeting. At first glance, it is the kindness of the old man. After careful screening, only one person really asked questions-a college student who just graduated and was assigned to the town.

Well, no more, no less, 18 people passed by, which happened to be the last two of the lottery tickets in his hand. If you divide by the winning amount, these two figures will bear more than1400,000 bonus and bear nearly 30% of the credit ... I just don't know how these people will look if they know that their father can avoid disaster.

His imagination is poor, but he can't help feeling sorry. Now that he has been reborn in this world, it is no longer an idea that may become a reality.

His life in his thirties suddenly ended, and he mysteriously returned to his youth. How many lucky people can there be like him?