Chapter 2 (2/2)

That night.

Tang Qing had a dream, a long dream.

He dreamed that he was back in senior three.

I saw my parents and Lin Jiaxue again, but he could only watch as a spectator.

Can't talk.

No action.

It's just a spectator. Seeing that the time of the accident is getting closer and closer, he can't change it. At last, he can only watch the tragedy repeat. The extreme sadness of that moment kicked him out of his dream.

”Ah!”

An awareness of ideas.

After taking over body control.

Tang Qing immediately sat up.

The sadness in the eyes hasn't changed. The heart is beating violently because of the stimulation. It can't be recovered for a long time.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead.

From time to time flashed in his mind the picture in his dream. Although it was a tragic ending, he felt the existence of his family almost real again. He was very happy.

”Eh? What's the taste? ”

A strange and familiar smell came.

The brain instinctively automatically mobilizes all memories for comparison and discrimination. Obviously, the smell is familiar. It seems that it hasn't been smelled for many years, but it can't be remembered for a while.

”By the way, this is the taste of scallion pancakes made by my aunt.”

But half a second.

Tang Qing's brain determines the source of the taste.

When he was in high school, he stayed with his uncle in the city.

My aunt often makes this kind of cake for him in the morning.

It's my aunt's unique skill. It's very delicious. But since he left jiangprovince, he never ate it again. In retrospect, saliva in his mouth is unstoppable.

But why does it taste like this at home?

Tang Qing is awake.

The focus of the eyes is slowly focused on the front.

At this time, he noticed the change of his environment. This is a small room of less than 10 square meters. His desk, wardrobe, electric fan, desk lamp and poster are familiar but unfamiliar.

Where is this?

The brain works fast to recall contrast.

It seems that he suddenly thought of something. Tang Qing suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. That's right. Isn't this his uncle's home in high school? Grandma Tang Qing has two children, his mother and uncle.

Tang Qing lived in his uncle's house in high school.

Qin Yugang, his uncle, is thirty-six years old. He became a policeman after the army was transferred.

At present, he is the deputy director of Chengnan police station.

It inherits the military's style of work, which is vigorous and vigorous. Due to his upright character, he doesn't care about the relationship between men and women.

Before Tang Qing was born again.

He is also just the director of the police station of Shili economic development zone and the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau of the Municipal Bureau. If there is no special chance, his career will be over.

In the end, it's nice to be able to get along and retire.

My aunt teaches Chinese in a primary school.

People are very kind and have two daughters. They always say they want to have a son, but they don't want to have one when they are old. They treat Tang Qingji as their own son.

Strange.

Uncle's house.

Not in 2015.

That is to say, when the old city was rebuilt the year before last, did the park be demolished and built?

Three houses were paid for this.

Although they are small, they are also very good.

Knowing that Tang Qing would never touch his parents' compensation, his aunt wanted to send him a set for marriage, but he refused. He knew that his aunt was all good people, but it was not so cheap.

What's more, he loves his family so much.

Did I cross?

This idea just appeared in Tang Qing's mind when he was shocked. He wanted to deny this absurd idea, but the scene in front of him confirmed the speculation again and again.

Tang Qing raised his hand and looked at his white arm and his school uniform pants. In order to confirm whether it was a dream or not, he learned that his predecessors pinched his arm severely.

Pain...

Looking at the bruise on his hand, Tang Qing, who was a bit unbelievable, slapped himself hard again

It's a real pain.

This is not a dream!

It's just that I feel so stupid. Why did I hurt myself twice.

”I'm a big I'll have a winter gun, Mary sugar fried chestnuts Tang Shun Shun Tucao make complaints about it.

He really went through it.

He looked up again and looked at the layout of the room carefully.

When he saw the hand tearing calendar time at the head of the bed, Tang Qing completely believed that it was Lin Jiaxue who gave it to him. According to her, it was the seasoning manufacturer who gave it to him. After a lot of gifts, he gave him one.

The red characters on the white background show: October 1, 2004, national day.

2004?

Tang Qinggang was 17 years old this year.

He turned from 30 to 17 as soon as he opened his eyes.

”I'm really back... Back to the age of 17... Junior high school just started... My parents and Lin Jiaxue are still here... Everybody... All alive... Live... It's so nice. ” Tang Qing muttered to himself.

I have a thousand thoughts in my heart.

Tang Qing's nose is a little sour, and his eyes can't stop moistening, but his heart is crazy with joy. Once again, I can change everything, I can...

Ten minutes later.

Tang Qing lies on the bed easily.

Hands back to the back of the brain, looking at the Tianhua board, quietly combing the mood, the mood gradually stabilized.

Tell him about his 30-year-old experience.

If all this is true.

Then he must live a good life and not allow the tragedy to happen again. The powerlessness in that dream and the experience of previous life make him cherish this hard won opportunity.

”I want them all to have a good life.” Tang Qing swore to himself.

”googoogoo...”

Tripe of Tang Dynasty