When Tang En woke up from his dream on the 1st of January 2003, he sat on the bed in his university dormitory, drenched in sweat. He only felt a headache and felt weak all over. He could not remember what had happened in the dream the moment he opened his eyes. He wondered why he was woken up from his afternoon nap. He sat on the bed and tried hard to recall, but he still had no clue.
Picking up the watch by the bedside, he realized it was already 3: 30 in the afternoon. The dormitory was empty. His roommates had all gone out to play. New Year's Day was meaningless to someone like him who did not have a girlfriend or many friends. Other than sleeping and reading, he could not think of anything else to do. So, he rubbed his throbbing temples and fell back onto the pillow.
Later on, Tang En realized that his body seemed to be undergoing some unknown changes. For example, he, who had always been average in English, could completely understand the original soundtrack. He also suddenly became familiar with British things.
This situation lasted for half a year.
Half a year later, when he graduated from university in the north and came to Chengdu to look for a job, he was once again woken up by a dream. In the dark room, he finally recalled what had happened in that blurry dream.
In the dream, there were two men and women. He did not know their names, but he knew they were his parents. They were always bickering. His mother looked down on his father, thinking that he was a man who could not earn enough money to support the family. His father, who had lost his job, was under great pressure. He ran into obstacles everywhere and could only drown his sorrows in alcohol. When he returned home drunk, he naturally could not avoid being mocked by his wife. His mouth was not as nimble as a woman's, and he was only proud of his fists.
It was a very vulgar domestic violence drama. The woman's screams and the man's angry roars, as well as the sound of something being smashed, filled his dream. He felt uneasy, terrified, and did not know what to do. Faced with such a family, he did not know what to do, and no one told him. The two adults in the midst of a fierce battle did not care about the feelings of a six-year-old child.
Even if he said it, what was the use?
"Mom, I'm hungry. When are we eating? "
"Find it yourself, if we still have that kind of thing in our house!"
"Dad, I …"
"Get lost! Don't bother me! "
So, he shut his mouth, firmly … shut it.
Everything in the dream was so real, including the feeling of loneliness. He didn't know where he was in his dream, but he was sure that everything was different from China. It was strange, yet familiar. Furthermore, he had a name that was completely out of line with Chinese tradition — Tony Twain.
He didn't know why he suddenly became a Chinese … He knew nothing about this country before. After understanding his situation, he panicked for a while. From this, it could be seen that the real Tony Twain was not as good as the fake Tony Twain in terms of "adaptation".
It was not that the poor Tang En did not have the thought of going to England, but at that time, he did not have a stable job and was penniless. He had to rely on his parents who lived in the countryside for financial support. What could he use to buy a plane ticket? What would they use for travel expenses?
When Tony Twain mysteriously arrived in England and feared for his own survival, wasn't it the same for Tony Twain who also mysteriously arrived in China? He was a man of few words, but he was not stupid at all. He knew what was important and what wasn't. The idea of going to England was suppressed by the urgent need to find a stable job to support himself. Then, he returned to his "home" in China during the Spring Festival. He was infected by the happy atmosphere of the family sitting together to celebrate the Spring Festival.
All of this was the difference between heaven and hell from his past. For as long as he could remember, his ears were filled with the noise of his parents and the sound of things being smashed. His broken home finally could not hold on anymore when he was ten years old. His mother, who still had some beauty, ran away with a man who still had some money. His father, who could not find a job and could only work part-time, drank all day and took it out on him when he was drunk. After he turned eighteen, he moved out of that cold home.
For such a person, who could understand Tony Twain's feelings when he mentioned that it was a little cold when he went home for the Spring Festival and that there was an electric blanket on it the next day?
After the Spring Festival, Tony Twain gave up on the idea of going to England. After a year of understanding, he had slowly become familiar with the way of life in China. Although he was still not used to it sometimes, it was no longer a hindrance. He felt that … all of this must have been arranged by God. God had given him a warm home that was not rich.
He was very satisfied and was willing to exchange his body for it. It was okay for his soul to possess a stranger's body. He just had to get used to it psychologically, and the process of getting used to it was actually very easy. But a place that could be called "home" … was not so easy to get.
He decided to work hard and earn more money, so much that even though the two were not his biological parents, they could live out the rest of their lives at home in peace.
This was the former Tony Twain's current plan.
This plan was carried out step by step before he met himself outside the Southwest Bookstore on Chunxi Road in Chengdu on a certain day in May 2004 …
On this Sunday afternoon, when he was standing by the roadside with a few books on China's history after a day of shopping in the bookstore, he saw a foreigner across the road. He caught a glimpse of a foreigner on the opposite side of the road. Initially, he did not pay much attention to him. It was not uncommon to run into foreigners on the streets of Chengdu. But he soon realized that the foreigner kept staring at him. He wanted to see what that impolite fellow looked like … Then he thought that what was in front of him was not a busy street, but a huge mirror.
He saw himself from a year and a half ago in it. That face … He had seen the face in the mirror for 34 years. At this moment, it appeared on the streets of Chengdu and was staring at him in a trance.
Seeing the other person's expression, he suddenly felt sure that the soul in his body was the original owner of this body. There was no reason, no scientific proof, no rational analysis … He just felt a sudden sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart, a kind of resonance …
Just as he was in a daze, Tony Twain, who was across the street, walked towards him. There was also a woman with him … Uh, looking at her young face, perhaps it should be a girl.
The man walked up to him and asked in English with a slight Nottingham village accent, "Sir, do you know how to get to Xinhua Park? We want to go there … "
Xinhua Park? Wasn't that close to where he lived? What did he mean by this question? Could it be that he was hinting something to him?
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Twain felt that he should be more proactive at this time. If everyone was frozen here, then Shania would quickly sense that something was wrong. A child's intuition was very powerful. His identity and background were absolute secrets. They could not be mentioned even to the people closest to him. Twain did not intend to tell Shania either.
So, he crossed the street and walked straight to the person opposite him. He pretended to be lost and asked the other person. In passing, he mentioned a place that the other person should be very familiar with. After asking, he stared at the other person, intending to find clues that he could use from the changes in his expression and movements.
Only Shania felt that it was a little strange. There was no such place as "Xinhua Park" in their previous itinerary.
If this Twain was still himself, then his response to this question would be the same as a random person coming to ask him for directions. He would tell the other person where to go and then turn around to say goodbye. He would not be so cold that he would say he did not know when he clearly knew, nor would he be so enthusiastic that he would personally lead the way if he could not explain clearly.
But the Twain in front of him was clearly distracted after hearing his question. Did he need to be so distracted just to ask for directions?
Twain could be sure that from the moment he saw him, he could not suppress the thought in his heart — the person standing in front of him was not him from the past, but that unlucky English guy: Tony Twain.
"Sir?" So, he asked, waking the other person from his daze.
"Uh, uh … Xinhua Park, it's, it's near where I live …" The real Tony Twain replied in broken English. He had not tried this language for a while.
Hearing the other person say so, Twain laughed. "That's great. Are you going back now? We can go the same way. "Then, without waiting for the other person to say anything, he reached out to stop a car.
Having completely understood Twain's intentions, the other Twain also knew what he should do. "You guys might not be able to find a car here for half an hour," he said in English. "Let's walk a little forward." He pointed to the front.
The three of them easily stopped a car at the intersection in front. Perhaps it was because there were foreigners by the side of the road, and the drivers all felt that foreigners' money was easy to earn …
In the car, Twain consciously asked for the other person's name. As expected, it was "Tang En." This Twain was a man of few words, which was also in line with the original Tony Twain's character. At this point, Twain no longer had any doubts.
Looking at the person sitting in the front passenger seat, the man of few words, a thought suddenly sprouted from the bottom of his heart: Walker had officially left the team. Now, he was lacking an assistant manager who was good enough, who had sufficient understanding of the Forest team, and who could form a rapport with him and communicate with him. An outstanding assistant manager was much harder to find than an outstanding manager …
But wasn't there a ready-made one in front of him now?
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