"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, wake up. It's almost midnight. Get up and eat some dumplings. "
Feng Yu felt the voice was unfamiliar, but at the same time, very familiar. He answered in a daze and opened his eyes, only to see a young face that only existed in his memory.
"Sis?"
"You're awake. Go and wash your face. I told you not to drink, but you insisted. You didn't even watch the Spring Festival Gala and fell asleep. "Feng Danying laughed.
Spring Festival Gala? Today is New Year's Eve?
Feng Yu looked around. It was a small room of less than 6 square meters. There was a single bed, patched bedding, an old wooden table, and a 20-watt incandescent lamp above the room. There were also old newspapers on the walls. The newspapers were about some important events in the country that Feng Yu could not remember.
Wasn't this the old house of his family when he was young? But this house had been demolished with the construction of the small town. Also, how did his sister become so young?
Feng Yu raised his hands and realized that this was not a prank. His hands and arms had become smaller and thinner.
He jumped down from the bed and stood beside the door frame. On the door frame, there was a mark he made with a knife every New Year's Day. The highest line was 1988, 166 cm.
It was 1988? He had not graduated from junior high school?
He pinched himself hard and almost cried out in pain. Was this not a dream?
Feng Yu opened the door and saw his mother cooking dumplings in the kitchen. He lived in a small house. The kitchen was just outside the door, and the living room was on the other side of the kitchen.
"Wake up. Do you still drink in the future?" Zhang Muhua looked at her son lovingly.
Feng Yu looked at his mother, who still had black hair. His eyes were moist.
"Mom, you have worked hard."
"What are you talking about? Hurry up and wash your face. Go to the room and watch TV. The dumplings will be ready soon. "Zhang Muhua heard her son had worked hard and was pleased. Her son had grown up.
When Feng Yu saw his father sitting on the stool in the living room, his lips were trembling. In the future, when he just had the ability to make money, his father was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor and passed away in less than three months. He didn't even spend a penny that he earned.
For a long time, Feng Yu felt upset. He wanted to support his son, but his parents were not around.
"Dad."
Feng Xingtai turned to look at his son. "You're up. Are you still dizzy? Let's watch TV for a while. It's a folk dance gala. It's very festive. "
"I'm not dizzy anymore. The effects of the alcohol have passed. Dad, I want to have a drink with you later. "Seeing the anger on his father's face, Feng Yu quickly explained," Beer is fine. "
Feng Yu hadn't had many drinks with his father in his life. Now, he had a strong desire to drink with his father again.
"You still haven't learned your lesson? Fine, drink some more later. Let's see if you can wake up tomorrow to pay your New Year's greetings! Danying, go get two bottles of beer. "
Feng Danying shook her head helplessly and turned to get a beer and a glass.
There was also a single bed in the living room with a quilt on it. Feng Danying went to school and lived in the inner room with her mother when she came back from school. This bed was for Feng Xingtai. But three years ago, it was still Feng Yu who slept on this bed.
There was a three-door wardrobe on the west wall of the living room. There were two suitcases on top of the wardrobe. On a solid wood table, there was a 14-inch black and white TV. The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV.
In the middle of the living room, there was a folding round table filled with dishes and bowls and chopsticks. There were a total of eight dishes, but they were all leftovers from the night before. There was chicken, fish, and pork knuckle. All eight dishes were meat dishes. There was not a single vegetable dish.
Feng Yu didn't watch the TV. Instead, he walked to the wardrobe and looked at himself in the mirror. Although the lighting was not very good, Feng Yu could still see himself clearly. He was clearly in his teens. There was a little beard under his nose.
He looked at the calendar on the wall by the door. February 16, 1988, New Year's Eve.
Now, he was sure that he had been reborn!
His mother quickly cooked the dumplings. Feng Yu and Feng Danying went to the kitchen to help serve the dumplings. After the four of them sat down, Feng Xingtai picked up his chopsticks.
"Xiao Yu, you are still drinking!" Zhang Muhua stared at Feng Yu.
"Mum, it's New Year. Let me drink a little more."
Feng Xingtai also helped to say a few words. Zhang Muhua shook her head and let them be. Feng Yu also poured a glass of beer for his mother and sister. As a family, they must drink together.
"Dad, Mum, Sis, Happy New Year. Cheers!"
The leftovers on the table, Feng Yu casually took a bite. He felt that it was exceptionally delicious. In this era, there were no hormone additives like in the future. The fishes and rabbits were all wild. The chickens and pigs were all raised at home. The two of them ate the leftovers and drank a bottle of beer each. Feng Xingtai did not allow them to drink more.
After dinner, Feng Yu washed up and went back to his room to lie down. When he was lying on the bed, he tossed and turned. He could not help but think about his life before he was reborn.
Feng Yu was in his 40s. After he resigned from a securities company, he did some investments to make a living. He had invested in stocks, futures, gold, crude oil. Although he was not very successful, his income was not bad.
He had a wife and no children. His father had passed away, and his mother was living with him.
Feng Yu remembered that it was Spring 2015. He had brought his wife overseas to get treatment for her infertility. He wanted to earn more money. So, he used all his savings, including his house and car as collateral. He borrowed a large sum of money to invest in the stock market. Based on his prediction, this was a bull market. Even a fool can make money.
At first, the situation was very good. His investments doubled very quickly. So, he boldly used high leverage in an investment company. He wanted to make more profits. If he could double his investments again, he would not have to do anything for the rest of his life.
When the stock market reached 5000 points, he was like many people. He was greedy and thought that the stock market could continue to rise. At first, the stock market did rise a little. But soon, the stock market plunged. He had used high leverage and did not have any funds. He lost a lot. After repaying the money he borrowed, he was penniless. His wife still did not know that their house and car had been mortgaged. He did not know how to go home and face his family.
He was bankrupt. That day, he drank a lot. He purposely fell on the road in front of many people and was hit by a truck.
This should not be considered a suicide. The accident insurance he had bought should be able to pay a few million. It should be enough to redeem his house and car. He could also leave some money for his mother and wife.
He remembered looking at the speeding truck and thinking that if God could give him a second chance, he wouldn't die in such a cowardly way. He wanted his family to live a comfortable life!
But he didn't expect that God would really give him a chance to start over!
Since God had given him a second chance, then he will not have any regrets in this life. He wants to be a tycoon. He wants to be a legend in the investment industry!
Thinking of this, Feng Yu shouted: "I, Feng Yu, am back again ~ ~ ~"
"Xiao Yu, stop shouting. Go to sleep." On the other side of the wall, Zhang Muhua shouted. At the same time, she was blaming her husband. Why did he let their son drink at night? Was learning from Hu Hansan a good person? He is a traitor!
Feng Yu smiled when he heard his mother complaining. He turned over and fell asleep.
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