Rebirth of the Wild Age

1993.

　　夏.

　　 The scorching sun is like a fire, and the scorching heat is like a furnace.

　　 It was only 7:30 in the morning, and the air was already hot.

　　 Song Weiyang stood in front of the mirror for a long time, looking at the youthful face, so familiar, distant and strange.

　　 The seventeen-year-old face is beautiful, clean and pure. The bridge of the nose is tall and straight, the eyebrows are slanted, and the eyes are clear. The time-honored Guo Tianwang style middle distribution type represents popular fashion at this time. People can't help but want to stretch their arms, twist their palms, and sing while jumping: "I love you endlessly..."

　　 On the wall opposite the Simmons bed, there is a "Terminator 2" movie poster. Mr. Governor wears sunglasses with a cold and righteous expression. Michael Jackson held his crotch with one hand and the brim of his hat with one hand, and pointed his **** at the governor's face.

　　The neighbor of Mr. Governor and MJ is the Hong Kong singer Zhou Huimin. The head of the lady is wearing a beret and a striped red T-shirt. The soft light effect covers the entire pictorial, making her enveloped in fairy spirits.

　　 Song Weiyang lowered his head and touched his belly. It was flat, with vaguely visible abdominal muscles, not the greasy middle-aged beer belly.

　　 "Hello, pretty boy, nice to see you!"

　　 Song Weiyang smiled to himself.

　　 The sun was dazzling outside the window, the cicadas hissed in the summer time, and a few breeze shook the leaves, casting light spots on the ground.

　　 On the writing desk next to the window, there is a "Lenovo 1+1" domestic computer. The sturdy and awkward case and the ugly original display are priced close to 20,000 yuan in the market. In the years when the national average monthly salary was less than 300 yuan, ordinary workers had to work hard for five years without eating or drinking before they could buy this computer with only 8M RAM.

　　 Obviously, our protagonist, Song Weiyang, is an enviable rich second generation.

Unfortunately…

　　 Song Weiyang glanced at the wall calendar, his expression became a little weird, and he remembered the date "July 2, 1993" deeply.

　　 In a few hours, my father will go to jail.

　　 Within half a month, the 200-square-meter house in the family will be forcibly taken back by the new director.

　　 In another year, the eldest brother will die unexpectedly due to a debt dispute, and the mother will be distraught and moderately depressed.

　　Today is the turning point in Song Weiyang's life.

　　In his last life, it took him twenty years to finally become a rich man again, but he could barely reach the peak of his father's achievements.

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 There was a knock on the door, and the voice of her mother Guo Xiaolan came from outside: "Yang Yang, it's time for breakfast!"

　　 Song Weiyang pushed out the door, watching her mother when she was young, suddenly choked up in her voice, and whispered, "Mom, you have worked hard."

　　 Guo Xiaolan would obviously be wrong, and forced a smile, comfortingly said: "Don't worry about your dad's affairs. He will be sentenced to a few years at most. It is not that he has not been in jail before."

　　 "Well, I know." Song Weiyang could only nod his head.

Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua came out holding her just one-year-old nephew and said with a worried expression: "Mom, I won't go to the court today. Xiaochao will cry before dawn. I guess there is something wrong with it. I have to take him to the hospital. ."

　　 Guo Xiaolan placed the tableware and said: "Go, the child's treatment is important, and I will be watching over the court."

　　 "Do you have any money with you? How about I drive you." The eldest brother's voice came from the toilet.

　　 "Take it, I'll rent it out." The sister-in-law left after speaking.

　　 Not long after the eldest brother finished washing, he came to the dining table shirtless, his tendon shining brightly.

　　'S eldest brother's name is Song Qizhi. Because he likes to fight and make troubles, he was sent to join the army just after he graduated from junior high school. After three years of conscripts, he won two personal third-class merits and once collective second-class merit. Just when he was about to be promoted, he unexpectedly chose to demobilize and retired because he could not stand the restraint of the troops-a soldier.

　　 Song Qizhi, Song Weiyang, the names of the two brothers linked together are "Qizhi Weiyang", which vaguely shows the ambition of their father.

　　 The atmosphere at the dinner table was dull, no one spoke, only the buzzing and turning of electric fans.

　　 Father’s case has been in court for several times, and it is estimated that the final judgment will be made today, and everyone's heart seems heavy.

　　 "I'm full!" The eldest brother put down the dishes and went to the balcony to smoke.

　　 Song Weiyang also followed, and said, "Give me one."

　　 "You're almost 18 years old, it's time to learn to smoke," the eldest brother threw a whole packet of Zhonghua with a lighter, and said, "Take it and smoke slowly."

　　 Song Weiyang lightly ignited and took a sip, looking downstairs thoughtfully. There were seven or eight people squatting there, all coming to collect debts, and it was difficult to be quiet all day long.

　　 Brother also glanced down a few times, spitting out the smoke ring and said: "You will be in the third year of high school soon, don't worry about family affairs, and prepare for the college entrance examination with peace of mind."

　　 "Yeah." Song Weiyang replied in a low voice.

　　 The family took the time to go out and ran into a few neighbors in the corridor. Some take the initiative to say hello, some avoid it like a snake and scorpion, and some have a gloating expression.

　　 Everyone knows that the Song family, which once had a lot of beauty, is completely finished.

"I'm coming!"

　　 The debt collector squatting downstairs, seeing Song Qizhi appear, immediately raised the "Debt Repayment" sign and surrounded their family of three.

　　 "Get out of the way, let's talk about the money thing another day, I have to go to the court today!" The eldest brother directly pushed the person away, his face was fierce, and the August 1 army thorns on his waist were looming.

　　 The debt collectors hesitated for a while, and finally let the Song family go, but they have been following Santana. Obviously, they will not give up easily.

　　 In the five-tier small cities in the early 1990s, there were almost no skyscrapers in sight. The ten-storey department store building in the city is already a landmark building. Even in the New Year, no farmers dare to walk in and shop.

　　 The buildings on both sides of the street are mostly gray, without much color, just like black and white photos frozen in a long river.

　　 A bus carrying a natural gas bag approached from a distance, domineering and clumsy, and successfully attracted Song Weiyang's attention. This is a symbol of the country’s insufficient oil production capacity and was very popular in the 1970s, but it was not until 2003 that Rongping City eliminated the last “air-bag bus”.

　　 Unlike the thriving Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, the inland cities in 1993 were so lifeless that Song Weiyang, who was reborn, felt depressed.

When 　　 came to the court, many reporters and onlookers had gathered here.

　　 Today’s trial case is really sensational, because the defendant Song Shumin is well-known, and he is recognized as the richest man in Rongping City, so many ordinary people come to hear the trial.

　　 Guo Xiaolan, Song Qizhi and Song Weiyang appeared, which inevitably caused a commotion. Fortunately, the reporters are relatively slow these days, and they didn't rush over like chicken blood. They didn't even bother to take two photos.

　　...

　　 At nine o'clock in the morning, the trial began.

　　 Song Weiyang finally saw his father Song Shumin again, not the gray-haired old man in his memory. He was taken out by two bailiffs, although he was wearing a gown and his face was a little tired, his expression was particularly calm. His hair has been shaved into green stubble, and his beard has not been shaved for several days, but he still can't stop the handsome and calm middle-aged guy. If there is no self-deprecating smile, it is even more peculiar.

　　 It's a pity, no matter how handsome you look, you still have to defy the law.

　　 Song Shumin has completely confessed his fate. In the face of a number of charges, he confessed guilt cleanly, and the defense lawyer has completely lost the value of existence.

　　 The trial lasted until noon, and it was time for the sentence to be pronounced.

"All rise!"

　　 "...According to the provisions of..., the judgment is as follows: the defendant Song Shumin committed corruption and bribery, embezzlement of public funds... multiple crimes and sentenced to eight years and six months in prison..."

"Ugh!"

　　 Guo Xiaolan sighed, her husband’s sentence was too long for her to accept.

　　 Song Shumin stood tall in the dock, as if he had anticipated the result, he sneered: "I obey the verdict and will not appeal."

　　 "click, click!"

　　 The reporter finally pressed the camera shutter, and the people listening to the trial also talked about it. Some clapped their hands and cheered, and some felt wronged for Song Shumin.

　　 In another time and space, it has been six years since Song Shumin was released from prison. The once domineering corporate pride has become a little old man who can only fish and play chess.